Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 143: Jiang Qin is a Villain

TL: Etude

On a late autumn afternoon, the sun hung high in the sky.

Although the campus of Linchuan University was desolate, with even the air carrying a hint of dry coldness, the sunlight was exceptionally brilliant and gentle, warming everything it touched.

The walkways on both sides of the road were no longer visible under the red bricks, completely covered by a carpet of golden yellow leaves. Occasionally, students would burst out of the green belts, playfully tumbling over the soft foliage.

Jiang Qin wore a black coat, his figure lean and erect, walking with a touch of rebellious nonchalance.

Feng Nanshu, on the other hand, donned a white coat, revealing a small patch of her delicate collarbone. Her tall figure accentuated her mature, lady-like charm, reminiscent of the elegant heiresses in Korean dramas.josei

The two strolled hand in hand on the leaf-strewn pathway, their shoulders touching. The difference in their heights only added to the romantic, campus love story atmosphere.

“You’re the owner of Xi Tian, so you can’t just go to other people’s milk tea shops. People might think our milk tea isn’t good,” Jiang Qin said, moving a wandering student out of the way, instinctively tightening his grip on Feng Nanshu’s delicate hand.

“Their cups have your name on them, ours don’t,” Feng Nanshu replied, lifting her soft, delicate face. Her skin was fair and smooth, her eyes blinking gently, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

“Our cups can have it too, but it’s not necessary. Who else, besides you, would buy milk tea for my name?” Jiang Qin paused, slightly startled.

What ‘our’? He almost got carried away there! He turned to see Feng Nanshu’s reaction, wondering if she had done it on purpose.

But the little rich lady’s profile was so stunningly beautiful – her fair, captivating skin as smooth as a peeled boiled egg – that he couldn’t take his eyes off her, forgetting his original intention, mesmerized by her beauty.

“…”

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m feeling shy now,” Feng Nanshu warned him earnestly.

Jiang Qin held his breath, “What’s there to be shy about? I’m just your best friend.”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t have any inappropriate thoughts about me, do you?”

Feng Nanshu pursed her rosy lips, “No, my mind is completely blank.”

Jiang Qin fell silent for a moment, a faint frown creasing his forehead, feeling a vague sense of restlessness.

She wasn’t shy when they went to the hot springs during the summer holiday, nor when he touched her foot. Why was she suddenly shy now?

Jiang Qin didn’t dare to ponder too deeply, as overthinking often led to confusion.

So, they continued walking, the atmosphere slightly tense, making Jiang Qin feel somewhat uneasy, as if he cared about something.

After hesitating, he picked up a beautiful fallen leaf, waving it in front of Feng Nanshu, “Isn’t it pretty? I’ll give it to you as a gift.”

“But I don’t have a free hand, can you hold it for me?” Feng Nanshu really wanted it, but she didn’t want to let go of either the cup with her name or Jiang Qin’s hand.

Jiang Qin was puzzled, “What about your other hand?”

Feng Nanshu: ?

Jiang Qin suddenly realized the delicate, soft hand he was holding, slightly cool and petite. He quietly lifted it to look, his eyes widening in surprise, “Feng Nanshu, when did you slip your hand into mine?”

“At the supermarket.”

“What a sly pickpocket! I didn’t even notice, and I’ve been holding it all this time?” Jiang Qin was astonished.

Feng Nanshu pursed her rosy lips, “Actually, my ‘sleight of hand’ was the one being stolen.”

“?”

Jiang Qin thought for a moment, intending to let go, but the soft and fragrant touch made him involuntarily squeeze her hand again. He thought to himself, having already touched her foot, why fear holding hands? It wasn’t like their fingers were interlocked, so it wasn’t a big deal.

“Today, I’m in a good mood, so I’ll let us be bold this once. But we can’t do this again next time. Stealing a boy’s hand is hooligan behavior, but I won’t blame you this time.”

Feng Nanshu looked at him expressionlessly, “Jiang Qin, you’re a big bad guy.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, a bad guy, huh? Damn sweet…”

Gao Wenhui couldn’t help but comment, snapping several photos with her phone, feeling that each one looked good enough to be wallpaper material.

Fan Shuling was also following them, though not as closely as Gao Wenhui. She also thought Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu were a good match. Despite their intimacy, they lacked the greasiness of new couples in love. Even their hand-holding seemed pure, like a cat’s paw scratching at one’s heart, itching and igniting a sudden desire to be in love.

“We should have a target for dinner, right? What do you guys want to eat?”

“Hotpot, this weather is perfect for hotpot.”

The late autumn in Linchuan was already very cold, especially as evening approached, with the north wind blowing sharply, making the chill very apparent.

In such cold weather, Feng Nanshu, Gao Wenhui, and Fan Shuling unanimously suggested hotpot. Jiang Qin nodded and drove them to a hotpot restaurant in the city center.

Perhaps everyone felt it was a good day for hotpot, so the restaurant was bustling with people.

The four of them ordered a ‘yuan-yang’ (mixed) pot and filled the table with meat.

Halfway through the meal, half of the dishes were eaten. The little rich lady’s lips were red from the spice, but the joy in her eyes was unmistakable.

…

After dinner at the hotpot restaurant, Jiang Qin drove back to Linchuan University, dropping the three girls off at their dormitory.

The sky was turning dark, and a stern chill enveloped the campus, deterring the couples on the streets.

Jiang Qin was planning to go to the bathhouse for a shower but suddenly received a call from Lu Guangrong.

Lu first feigned concern, asking about his recent business and if he needed any help, generously stating that the college would assist if needed.

As a counselor who was usually elusive, his sudden call of concern immediately put Jiang Qin on alert.

Sure enough, Lu’s tone changed in the next second, saying that some leaders were planning to visit Room 208 and would arrive in an hour. He instructed Jiang Qin to tidy up and prepare to welcome the inspection with the best spirit.

“Teacher Lu, who are the leaders coming?”

“They’re leaders from our school, one is President Zhang, in charge of school affairs, and the other is Director Gu from the Publicity Department.”

“Okay, I got it.”

Jiang Qin hung up and pocketed his phone.

His entrepreneurship application was affiliated with the Finance Department, so it was normal for Lu to know about this first.

Moreover, he knew that a visit to 208 was inevitable.

After all, a startup by a freshman that made it to the newspapers would certainly draw the school leadership’s attention.

He pondered while holding his bath basket, wondering whether to shower or not. Taking a shower would delay him by twenty minutes at most, which wouldn’t be too late for welcoming the leaders.

But then he thought it might not be appropriate.

What if the leaders arrived early?

What if only Su Nai was in the office?

What if…

Damn, this could be serious.

Even if Su Nai wasn’t in the office, if Dong Wenhao and his guys were caught playing cards by the leaders, it wouldn’t look good.

So, Jiang Qin turned back halfway from the bathhouse and headed to Room 208 first.

Su Nai wasn’t indulging in any peculiar hobbies; instead, she sat quietly at her workstation, testing a website, appearing like an ordinary girl with no strange interests.

But Dong Wenhao was indeed leading a card game. Judging by the numerous paper notes on Lu Feiyu’s face, they seemed to be in the middle of an exciting game.

“Enough, enough. Stop playing and get up. Clean up your mess.”

Dong Wenhao peeled off the note in front of his eyes, “Boss, didn’t you say we’ve worked hard at the University of Science and Technology for so long? These two days we could relax, play, and enjoy.”

“Today’s a special case. Leaders from the school are coming for an inspection.” Jiang Qin kicked Lu Feiyu’s backside, “Hurry up and wash your face. You’ve got so many notes on it; you look like a door curtain.”

“Boss, a gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands!”

“Stop spouting clever sayings. They’re almost here, get moving!”

Under Jiang Qin’s repeated urging, everyone in Room 208 sprang into action. They cleaned up the poker cards, stashing them in a cabinet, and tidied up their workstations, restoring the office to its proper look.

“Is this okay, boss?” Dong Wenhao approached and asked.

“It’s still lacking.”

“What’s missing? I’ll get it done right away.”

Jiang Qin squinted, surveying the room: “We need a few more computers, some heaters, printers, and better chairs.”

Dong Wenhao was baffled.

“Here’s what we’ll do: move everyone’s laptops to Room 207 and hide them there. Leave only three here. Move our heaters there too, along with the printers, the water dispenser, and my boss chair. Move those new chairs as well and lock them up.”

“Boss, are we moving?”

Jiang Qin lowered his voice, “Important school leaders are coming for an inspection. It’s time to play poor. The child who cries gets the milk!”

Dong Wenhao instantly understood and started directing everyone to move things to Room 207.

“Lu Feiyu, you changed the light bulbs last time, right? Take down two of them.”

“Boss, are we really going to skimp on a few light bulbs?” Lu Feiyu looked shocked.

Jiang Qin glanced at him, “It’s about creating the right atmosphere. When the leaders see a dimly lit room with few valuable items, they’ll surely allocate us something.”

Lu Feiyu found the logic reasonable, so he laid a couple of newspapers on the table and unscrewed two light bulbs.

In this way, a perfectly fine office was transformed into a place that looked both shabby and dim, exuding an atmosphere of frugality and hardship.

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