Chapter 200: Seems Like She’s My Daughter-in-Law?

After leaving the mall, street vendors filled the pedestrian streets on both sides, selling incense, firecrackers, jujube cakes, and cooked food.

The cries of vendors rose and fell, everywhere filled with a rich New Year atmosphere.

Jiang Qin put the New Year’s goods he bought into the trunk. Before he could leave the parking lot, he got a call from Yang Shuan saying he had carried over half a sheep and was now exhausted at Jiang Qin’s doorstep.

“I already said there’s no need, your dad is really too polite.”

“It’s the New Year, Uncle. My dad specially ordered Yanchi Tanyang a month in advance. We’ll split it half and half between our two families.”

“Then wait for me at the door for a bit, I’ll be right back.”

Jiang Qin hung up and looked at the little rich girl, “Want to come play at my house?”

Feng Nanshu’s pink cheeks puffed up instantly, her beautiful eyes shining, “Brother, let’s go.”

“Let me warn you, my home is tiny, nothing fun.”

“Then I’ll just play a little while in the tiny space.”

Jiang Qin was amused by her serious expression. He reached over to fasten her seatbelt, started the car and drove all the way back to Hongrong Homes.

His parents were only on holiday on New Year’s Eve, so no one was home right now. Otherwise Yang Shuan wouldn’t have been left stranded at the door. So bringing the little rich girl back was no problem at all.

Besides, so what if someone was there?

So what if mom and dad were home?

Bringing a good friend home was perfectly normal. Why would I feel guilty?

That damn Guo Zihang used to come over all the time in high school and he sat ramrod straight!

But some people really can’t stand being mentioned. Just as Jiang Qin pulled up at the neighborhood gate, the chubby Yang Shuan came running over from across the street.

He was hugging a big box of roast chicken from a famous local Jizhou brand.

“That distant second uncle of mine who sells roast chicken came again and brought several boxes. We can’t finish it, absolutely can’t finish it.”

“Old Guo, I remember you bring me a box of this every year?”

“He sends it every year without fail, I have no choice.”

Guo Zihang patted the box of roast chicken and followed Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu upstairs. After climbing halfway, they ran into Granny Li who was out for a stroll with her oldest grandson.

Granny Li had been especially busy lately.

Why?

Because the migrant workers had all come back. Those who didn’t bring back daughter-in-laws, those married for years without kids, she wanted to nag them all.

Her two legs, as if powered by Hayao’s blue bottle Mega Calcium, could dash up to the 6th floor in one go without breaking a sweat.

The two groups met at the 2nd floor stairwell corner. The atmosphere froze in 0.01 seconds.

At that moment, Granny Li looked at Feng Nanshu, gossip soul burning fiercely.

“Oh, Jiang Qin, who’s this young lady? You even brought her home?”

“Granny, come, let me introduce you. This is Guo Zihang, and this is Guo Zihang’s godmother.”

Guo Zihang: “?”

Granny Li: “?”

Jiang Qin squeezed the little rich girl’s small hand and walked upstairs without changing his expression, thinking fortunately he was quick-witted.

Granny Li ran from house to house like a bona fide intelligence chief of Hongrong Homes. If you said this was a classmate, it’d definitely be over.

No need to wait until tomorrow. By tonight, news of Jiang Qin bringing back a super pretty female classmate would spread throughout the neighborhood and into his mom’s ears.

But if you said it was Guo Zihang’s godmother, that was different.

First of all, no one in this neighborhood knew who Guo Zihang was.

Second, if it was a godmother, how could it be some young pretty girl? One sentence could shut down all rumors.

With such quick reaction speed and nimble risk avoidance, Jiang Qin believed no one else could do it.

Arriving at the 4th floor, Yang Shuan was already waiting at the door, a large styrofoam box by his feet with a Yanchi Tanyang product label stuck on it.

Jiang Qin took out his key, opened the door, and invited the three of them in.

“Need to change slippers?”

“Not enough slippers. Come in wearing shoes, just mop if it gets dirty. We’re not that particular in our tiny home.”

Guo Zihang had been over many times and was very familiar. He put the roast chicken on the table and went to the living room.

Yang Shuan also followed suit and sat down on the living room sofa.

At this time, Jiang Qin turned his head to look at Feng Nanshu and found her curiously looking around. Seeing Jiang Qin look at her, she immediately returned to her cool and clear expression.

“This is what they call a small family home. Eye-opening, right?”

“The tiny space is also very cute.”

Feng Nanshu commented seriously. Then she walked in, circled the living room and dining table. But she didn’t dare enter the doors, overall still a bit nervous.

Jiang Qin turned on the TV for them to watch as they liked. He split the roast chicken in two, picked out a large piece of lamb chop from the divided lamb.

Later he’ll have Yang Shuan take back 3 chickens and Guo Zihang carry back half the lamb chop. The rest would be left at home for New Year.

After he got things sorted and wiped his hands, he came out of the kitchen and found the little rich girl silently standing by his bedroom door.

“What’s up?”

Feng Nanshu stretched out a fair finger and pressed it on the door, “Jiang Qin, I want to go in and look.”

“No way, there are secrets inside that will bite.” Jiang Qin refused outright.

“Brother, I want to go in and look.”

“…”

Some skills have different effects when used in different environments. Like this soft “brother”, once called out in his own home, the destructive power was amplified. It nearly snapped his prideful backbone.

Jiang Qin opened the door, satisfying the aloof little rich girl’s curiosity.

His room wasn’t big, only about 20 square meters. Opposite the door was a single bed with blue and white checked sheets left from high school dorm days. Right by the head of the bed was a desk.

Actually his room wasn’t originally so plain. There used to be some anime posters and celebrity photos pasted on the wall.

But after being reborn, Jiang Qin felt it was too flashy. He took them all down and replaced them with a calendar.

“Uncle!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m hungry. Can you make something to eat?”

Yang Shuan had skipped lunch to come and waited a long time at the door. His stomach was already growling uncontrollably.

“Alright, for the New Year, I’ll show you a bit of my culinary skills.”

Jiang Qin left the little rich girl to play in his room. He rolled up his sleeves, went to the kitchen and fiddled for a while. Finally, he brought out four steaming bowls of instant noodles.

“Just this?”

Yang Shuan’s mouth twisted.

“How did it take so long to make instant noodles?”

Guo Zihang was also puzzled.

“You’re lucky to have something to eat. Still being picky? These noodles were painstakingly saved up by me.”

“But Uncle, where did your culinary skill go?” Yang Shuan was baffled.

“Instant noodles need hot water. My skill is boiling water quickly and well.”

Jiang Qin grinned and turned to the bedroom to call Feng Nanshu out to eat instant noodles.

The little rich girl had been out with him all day and hadn’t eaten anything. She was probably hungry already.

He pushed open the door and found Feng Nanshu lying on his bed, flipping through the “Detective School Q” book by his bed. Her eyes were lively and cute, her delicate curled lashes fluttering nonstop.

“Time to eat.”

“Oh.”

Feng Nanshu obediently got up and walked out of his room. Jiang Qin stared at the spot the little rich girl had laid on, feeling a bit dazed.

When you bring a female classmate home and she lies obediently on your bed playing by herself, how to describe that feeling? If you don’t think too much it’s fine, but if you do, there’s always a tingling sensation.

“Hey, I remember the new instant noodles are supposed to come with a marinated egg. Why doesn’t mine have one?”

Halfway through eating, Guo Zihang finally noticed something missing.

“Mine doesn’t have one either. Did you toss it in the trash?”

Reminded by this, Yang Shuan also looked around with his fork but didn’t see a single egg.

“Really? I don’t know. Maybe you two just have bad luck.”

Jiang Qin ate a mouthful of noodles without changing his expression.

“Jiang Qin, my noodles have three eggs.”

Feng Nanshu used her fork to peel back the noodles on top, revealing the three marinated eggs underneath. Her eyes shone brightly.

“You like marinated eggs? Your luck is really too good.”

Jiang Qin forked his own marinated egg and took a bite without blushing or palpitating.

Guo Zihang: “Luck my ass…”

Yang Shuan: “Man-made luck…”

After eating the instant noodles, Jiang Qin handed the roast chicken to Yang Shuan, the lamb chop to Guo Zihang, and started shooing them away.

Madam Yuan Youqin would be off work soon. If they didn’t leave, they’d risk bumping into her at home.

Then he’d have to painstakingly explain, don’t get agitated Mom, no daughter-in-law!

Knowing his mom’s temper, she probably still wouldn’t believe it.

So the four of them came downstairs, planning to sit and chat at a nearby juice bar, play some poker, since fun is greater than all during New Year.

But as soon as they were about to leave, Feng Nanshu suddenly froze, “Jiang Qin, I forgot my bag.”

She carried a pink backpack that could fit her phone and lipstick. It was probably left in the living room.

Jiang Qin told them to wait downstairs while he ran up to get it.

But in this world, all sorts of coincidences can happen.

He had just run upstairs when Yuan Youqin, who had gotten off work early, arrived at the neighborhood. She was carrying rice, oil and food given out by her work unit. Passing by the building entrance, she paused.

She recognized Guo Zihang, so quickly determined these three people had all come to find Jiang Qin.

“Why don’t you go upstairs?”

“We just came down. Jiang Qin went up to get something.”

Yuan Youqin nodded. Her gaze shifted to Feng Nanshu.

The little rich girl had put on her down jacket hood as soon as she came downstairs. Her cute little face couldn’t be seen clearly but still felt a bit familiar to Yuan Youqin, as if she had seen her somewhere before.

The little rich girl was a bit flustered, knowing she was Jiang Qin’s mom. So she raised her hand hidden in her sleeve and waved, not knowing what to call her.

Yuan Youqin also didn’t think too much. Mainly, staring at someone for a long time was also a bit impolite. So after exchanging a few pleasantries, she picked up her things and went upstairs.

Right as she entered the door, Yuan Youqin saw Jiang Qin holding a bag about to go out.

“You’re going out?”

“Mom, why are you back?” Jiang Qin was startled.

Yuan Youqin put down her things and changed slippers, “Work let out early so I came back. Those three downstairs are your classmates right?”

“Ah yes, classmates, absolutely classmates, utterly classmates.”

“?”

“I’m going out to play. There’s just boiled water in the kitchen. Have some water. I’m off.”

From his mom’s reaction, Jiang Qin knew she didn’t seem to recognize Feng Nanshu. So he didn’t dare chat more. He grabbed the bag and whooshed out the door.

Yuan Youqin went to the kitchen, poured a glass of water, drank a few sips, and turned on the TV to watch a soap opera. But she always felt something wasn’t quite right.

Thinking of that girl’s face and then Jiang Qin grabbing the bag to leave, her brows gradually furrowed.

“That girl does look a bit familiar.”

“…”

“Wait a minute.”

“She’s my daughter-in-law, isn’t she?!”

Yuan Youqin suddenly realized. That girl downstairs was clearly the obedient girl on her son’s phone wallpaper. He had said she was a celebrity? How could you bring a celebrity home?

Eight or nine out of ten, definitely eight or nine out of ten!