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    Whether it’s Winter Solstice, New Year’s Day or the New Year, holidays are all about the atmosphere. When a lot of people gather together and are enveloped by the steam from hot pot and dumplings, even if it’s not a holiday, it can feel like one.

    “Boss, pour some drinks. We didn’t get to drink at the last team building event.” Lu Feiyu suddenly spoke up.

    Jiang Qin turned to look at Professor Yan and saw that his face was a bit stern, so he coughed and said, “Why are you asking me? Pour a drink for Professor Yan first.”

    “Oh right, Professor please have a drink first.” Lu Feiyu grabbed a bottle of Wuliangye and was about to pour.

    “Stop!”

    Professor Yan held up his hand and waved it twice, stopping Lu Feiyu’s action, indicating that he wouldn’t drink.

    As the supervisor of the entrepreneurship base, it was already very wrong to use public property for private purposes. Turning a blind eye was already a great favor, but drinking alcohol here was really going too far.

    Lu Feiyu had half his body suspended to Professor Yan’s right, his arm a little stiff. His eyes looked toward Jiang Qin, not knowing whether to pour or not.

    “Didn’t you see, Professor Yan already held up his hand, which means he can only drink five cups.”

    “Damn, so that’s what the professor meant. I’ve suddenly seen the light!”

    “Wait a minute, when did I ever say anything like that?!”

    Room 207, which was already lively, became even more active with the arrival of the alcohol. Everyone had beaming smiles and started chatting about everything under the sun.

    Professor Yan was silent for a while. He pursed his lips and finished the drink in his cup based on the principle of not wasting it. Only then did he realize everyone else was drinking beer and no one was having liquor.

    Well, well, well, it seems this bottle of Wuliangye was prepared for him from the start.

    “Professor, this isn’t forcing you to drink. It’s mainly to go with the atmosphere, drinking a little for enjoyment,” Jiang Qin suddenly said.

    Professor Yan coughed. “Just this once. Next time it won’t be allowed. I haven’t been in 207 for a few days and my bottom line has already fallen to the ground.”

    “No worries, if it falls to the ground it can’t run away. We’ll find it when we clean up later. For now don’t be anxious, drink if you want to drink.”

    “?”

    Jiang Qin filled Professor Yan’s cup, then looked at the time and picked up his phone to walk out of 207.

    When he reached the corner of the stairs where the laughter couldn’t be heard, he called Hu Maolin and Zhang Mingan from the University of Science and Technology to send Winter Solstice greetings.

    By the way, he also revealed that he would soon go promote the idea of group buying.

    While Tan Qing was making preparations at Linchuan University, Wei Lanlan was simultaneously negotiating with merchants at the University of Science and Technology.

    Although the progress on both sides was different, it was not too far off.

    If it weren’t for Hu Maolin’s persistent bias against group buying, Jiang Qin wouldn’t have done a trial run at Linchuan University first. The purpose was to use the facts as reassurance for him.

    Now that the trial run was done and the results were obvious to all, his backbone was hardened and he decided not to hesitate anymore.

    In a few months it would be the New Year. The University of Science and Technology market was ready-made. There was no reason not to quickly take it over. Otherwise, once winter vacation started, the opportunity would be gone.

    “When do you plan to come promote it?”

    “Around New Year’s Day, in conjunction with promotions.” Jiang Qin answered honestly.

    Hu Maolin was silent for a moment before speaking, “Okay, then come give it a try. But remember, don’t be impetuous. You must proceed steadily and arrange those students on work-study well.”

    “Okay Director Hu. With your word, I’m at ease. You can enjoy your dumplings in peace. I won’t disturb you anymore!”

    Jiang Qin hung up the phone. With profound eyes, he looked out at the snowy scene outside the window, feeling he was simply divine at this moment.

    He deliberately chose to call during dinnertime on Winter Solstice.

    On one hand, it expressed warm greetings and pulled them closer. On the other hand, it minimized idle chatter for twice the effect with half the effort.

    Director Hu was not bad, just a bit long-winded. But for Winter Solstice dinner, the people sitting beside him were definitely close family. Jiang Qin had just heard a little girl whining “Daddy”, indicating he must be enjoying family time now and definitely had no time to waste words with him.

    If it wasn’t this time and place, Hu Maolin would definitely bring up Ye Ziqing’s example again and earnestly ask if he was ready.

    The so-called right time, right place and right people were silently at work again, awesomely cool.

    Jiang Qin raised a faint smile and fiddled with his hair in the window glass, thinking if there was a girl outside, she would definitely wonder why she saw Wu Yanzu at Linchuan University.

    “I still need to call Mom and Dad.”

    Jiang Qin opened his contacts and called Ms. Yuan Youqin, asking how she was doing, if the weather was cold, and if the couple had eaten dumplings.

    “We ate dumplings, but it’s like this son doesn’t exist. You don’t even call twice a month. Tell me honestly, are you in a relationship?”

    “Not yet. I’m a man of iron, resolutely holding out. Aren’t you proud?” Jiang Qin spoke with an adamant tone.

    Yuan Youqin also didn’t know what her son was up to. She reminded him to take care of his health, then circled back to the topic, “If you have a girlfriend, don’t hide it. Bring her home and let Mom see.”

    “Let’s talk about it the day I can’t hold out anymore. But from the current look of things, it’s very hard not to hold out, so my focus is still on my career.”

    “An entrepreneurial college student, huh? I read the newspaper you mailed back. Extracurricular activities are secondary, but you still need to study well.”

    With one sentence, Yuan Youqin categorized Jiang Qin’s entrepreneurship as an extracurricular activity, “By the way, what’s that girl’s last name?”

    Jiang Qin couldn’t help but laugh, “Mom, that trick doesn’t work anymore. You’re still playing the same one you used to scam me of New Year’s money when I was little.”

    “If you don’t say it, then I’ll guess. Is it Wang?”

    “Hello? Mom, the signal is bad here. Hello? Hello…”

    Jiang Qin hung up, thinking that was close. When his mom guessed Wang, he almost said it was wrong. Wouldn’t that be reverse proof that there was a right one? The older ginger is spicier. You have no choice but to yield.

    Just then, a cheer suddenly came from 207, sounding very enthusiastic.

    Jiang Qin pushed open the door and walked in. He found Feng Nanshu’s little mouth was black, but it added an enchanting flavor, like a fairy who suddenly turned evil in a TV drama. Paired with those cold eyes, it was exceedingly cool.

    “What happened to your mouth?”

    “Jiang Qin, there’s poison in the dumplings.”

    Feng Nanshu’s expression was very serious, “It’s chocolate flavored!”

    “Boss, the boss’s wife ate the lucky dumpling. Time to give the reward.” Wei Lanlan couldn’t help urging.

    “Then as discussed earlier, reward the little rich girl 500 yuan!”

    Jiang Qin took out his wallet and pulled out five bills. But unexpectedly, no one in the whole room agreed, “Boss, I remember the prize was clearly a kiss, right?”

    “Really?”

    “Of course, we all heard it, okay?”

    “Okay, okay, you guys are really troublesome. Then I’ll give a kiss.”

    Jiang Qin held up the bills, kissed them, and handed them to Feng Nanshu. Then he picked up his chopsticks, waved his hand and invited everyone to continue eating.

    Seeing this, everyone couldn’t help but make a “tsk” sound, thinking the boss was really awful. He said he would kiss a person, but ended up kissing bills to muddle through.

    You call that a sweet kiss?

    Bah, too shameless!

    Feng Nanshu didn’t know what the lucky item in the dumpling was. She had no experience eating dumplings with a group of people, so she was a bit detached from the situation. She was just a little regretful, thinking how even poison couldn’t fool him. Then she stretched her hand along the edge of the table and stuffed it into his.

    While at the opposite side of the table, Tang Lin couldn’t help glancing at Feng Nanshu, then at Jiang Qin. She suddenly understood what Hong Yan meant before.

    What did it mean that not even a mountain could crush Jiang Qin?

    With a girl like Feng Nanshu, he was urged to kiss but could still stubbornly refuse?

    My god, how iron-boned must a person be to do something like this.

    You know, she had involuntarily put herself in Jiang Qin’s shoes for a moment. She felt that let alone being egged on by the people around, even if someone tried to stop her, she would have to pounce and take a bite, kissing until the other person’s face was covered in saliva.

    No wonder Hong Yan was unwilling to step into the abyss again even if suppressing her inner feelings.

    This man, he was really a bit too scary!

    Tang Lin felt it was incomprehensible and her heart was full of questions. But very quickly, this question was answered by herself.

    In that hallway battle, what left a deep impression on Tang Lin was not only Feng Nanshu, but also the so-called number one school beauty Chu Siqi.

    Linking it to the willfulness, arrogance and unruliness Chu Siqi exhibited, she felt her scalp go numb. And she felt she could understand Jiang Qin’s feelings.

    Getting entangled with that kind of girl for three years, what state must his heart be in? It was probably pierced so much that if you poured water in, it could be used as a showerhead.

    “Jiang Qin, I toast you a cup!”

    “?”

    Jiang Qin picked up his wine cup in bewilderment, clinked it with Tang Lin’s, and looked at her again. He found that her eyes actually flashed a trace of sympathy.

    I’m fucking making over ten thousand a day, how can anyone still pity me? What kind of joke is this?

    A while later, the 207 gathering ended.

    Jiang Qin had everyone cook the remaining dumplings together to take back to the dorms for their roommates to try. Anyway, President Zhang hadn’t sent a refrigerator yet, so even if he wanted to keep them, there was nowhere to store them.

    He also took two bags himself. One bag was for Feng Nanshu and her roommates, and the other he planned to bring back to his own dorm.

    “Jiang Qin, hold my hand.”

    Out of the entrepreneurship base, under the glow of the street lamps, Feng Nanshu reached out her hand.

    “I have a bag of dumplings in each hand. I can’t hold hands.”

    Jiang Qin had a shameless look as he shook the dumplings in his hands.

    “Then I’ll help you carry a bag of dumplings. You use that hand to hold mine.”

    “Why do you love holding hands so much?”

    “I don’t know.”

    Feng Nanshu’s eyes were bright and her steps were joyful. Walking a little faster she would be pulled back. Walking a little slower she would also be pulled forward. She was having a great time playing by herself.

    She seemed to really like this feeling of being tied together.

    However, along the way there were always moments when their hands separated. Sometimes it was because the little rich girl walked too fast. Sometimes it was because Jiang Qin mischievously let go on purpose. She would immediately turn around and hold his hand again.

    Jiang Qin remembered the first time he saw her, she seemed to be far from having this lively young girl feeling she had now.

    If this continued, his prideful bones would eventually be unable to withstand it.

    Chapter Summary

    On Winter Solstice, Jiang Qin and his entrepreneurship team gather for a lively dumpling feast. Jiang Qin promotes his group-buying plans to university leaders. Feng Nanshu eats a "poisoned" chocolate dumpling and is urged to kiss Jiang Qin as a prize, which he refuses. As they walk back holding hands, it's clear Jiang Qin's iron-clad heart is slowly melting for the lively Feng Nanshu, despite his prideful resistance.

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