Chapter 323: Could This Be the End for Feng Nanshu?

“I just found out that the founder of Zhihu is Senior Jiang? This is news to me.”

After a long silence, Sun Na’s remark broke the quiet ambiance; only then did everyone snap out of the tingling shock from earlier, their thoughts returning to reality, and started exchanging curious glances.

Especially since Jiang Qin’s press conference was ongoing, creating overlaps and resonances online and offline, which left everyone eager to share thoughts yet unsure where to begin.

Just then, three figures entered through the cafeteria doors: Jiang Tian, Song Qingqing, and Jian Chun.

These three girls, clearly just having watched the news broadcast within the campus, were now animatedly discussing it, their faces alight with excitement.

Across six or seven rows of dining chairs, Guan Wensi waved and greeted Jiang Tian, who politely responded before heading towards the window.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, but my idol is Jiang Qin.”

“You ask how handsome he is? I don’t know, but he surely shines.”

People from Class Finance 2 couldn’t help but recall their initial days at the beginning of the term when they first met Jiang Tian, who when asked about her relationship status, had described Jiang Qin.

Such descriptions planted a seed of curiosity, which grew over time, drawing more and more intrigue regarding what Jiang Qin really was like.

Particularly during the military training, when Jiang Tian took a temporary leave for student council elections and was replaced by her roommate and best friend Song Qingqing, the curiosity significantly intensified.

“Jiang Tian’s idol is Jiang Qin? Nonsense, Jiang Qin is my idol.”

“Handsome? The word doesn’t even begin to describe him!”

Due to such “mutual acknowledgment,” the freshmen of the School of Finance had heard of him before seeing him, spurring intense curiosity—who wouldn’t want to meet a senior who seemingly had an LED aura?

It was like seeing Qiao Feng, who naturally attracted massive attention at various martial arts events.

However, to be honest, when Zhang Guangfa pointed out Jiang Qin at the field, many from the School of Finance felt disappointed.

He was decently tall, somewhat refined, but in no part did he resemble the “glowing god” that Jiang Tian and Song Qingqing described.

Such a disparity made people of the School of Finance feel a persistent sense of non-acceptance and bewilderment.

The best examples were Qi Qi and Guan Wensi, who due to their skepticism, formed their own impressions of Jiang Qin based on what they observed.

Ordinary and low, yet carrying an amusing confidence.

However, their “based on observation” impressions crumbled when they saw Jiang Qin opening an Audi with one hand.

The man was rich, drove an Audi, and even ran a tea shop at the school—considering this new information, you couldn’t still call him ordinary or low. That would be insane.

And from where did this ‘low’ impression originate?

It came from the time they saw Jiang Qin riding a pink electric scooter designed for girls outside the female dorms.

But he had an Audi. He merely chose an electric bike over his car temporarily—a rather eco-friendly mode of transportation.

Yes, having money can overshadow a lack of good looks, especially when sitting in an Audi. Qi Qi even thought calling him a god wasn’t too far-fetched.

Particularly after Guan Wensi shared this incident, everyone in Class Finance 2 unanimously agreed that, to some extent, the wealthy Senior Jiang could indeed be considered a god.

But there was something everyone seemed to miss—Jiang Tian and Song Qingqing described Jiang Qin not just as a god but as “one that shines.”

But what did ‘shining’ really mean?

Being rich does make one stand out among peers, but calling someone so handsome they ‘shine’ can seem over the top—money can’t blind people.

As Li Bai once wrote, “How could I bow and scrape to the powerful for wealth, when it costs my self-respect?”

Today, at this moment, when Jiang Qin appeared on TV in his suit, discussing with Linchuan businessmen how to boost the city’s economy, and signing contracts worth hundreds of thousands, everyone began to understand what a ‘shining god’ really meant.

Shining isn’t about what he owns, but what he does.

Like now, as he stood on stage, flourishing and confident, his occasional smile exuding endless charisma and power.

“I’ve realized that Sisters Jiang and Song weren’t lying—Senior Jiang truly does shine.”

“Suddenly, other good-looking guys seem less attractive, even a bit shorter in comparison to Jiang Qin.”

“Damn, not just the girls, even I, a tough guy, find him incredibly handsome.”

“Oh, now I understand why all that stuff Senior Jiang filmed is on Zhihu. I first thought he worked there.”

“It also explains why Chairman Tan acts like a little puppy around Jiang Qin. He’s in his senior year, and being the president of the student council doesn’t carry much weight in society. Clinging to powerful figures is indeed not shameful.”

“Something about being a ‘little puppy’ is oddly endearing, isn’t it?”

“…”

At this moment, hearing the chatter around her, Qi Qi felt inexplicably irritable.

This irritation had started the day before yesterday as Senior Jiang had not replied after saying hello, leaving the chat filled with her unanswered messages.

Conversations that seemed great were all fake…

Qi Qi felt miserable. Why ignore me? Just because you’re a shining god? But everyone says I’m a goddess too.

Meanwhile, in the female dormitory of the School of Finance, Gao Wenhui was typing furiously at a rate of fifty words per hour, trying to satisfy insatiable readers, but she was suddenly distracted by a post on the website.

“Promoting industrial upgradation, Jiang Qin’s first marketing plan signing event.”

Gao Wenhui paused for a moment, then clicked in, and exclaimed in surprise, drawing everyone in the dormitory to gather around.

“Wow, Jiang Qin is on the news? Those suit and shoes—too handsome, right?”

Gao Wenhui slammed the table, “Look at that profound gaze, that confident smile. Isn’t that enough to enchant Feng Nanshu?”

Fan Shuling shook her head, “Not to death, but definitely to tears.”

Wang Haini sighed, “To Feng Nanshu, Jiang Qin was already the handsomest in the world. Now it’s over; she’ll probably cling to him to death.”

“Hey, where’s Nanshu?”

“Seems she went to fetch water.”

As they spoke, Feng Nanshu returned to the dorm with her best friend’s cup in hand, only to see all her roommates staring at her. Her cool gaze turned bewildered, clearly unaware of what had happened.

As a top fanfiction writer, Gao Wenhui definitely wanted to see Feng Nanshu’s reaction, so she immediately pulled her in front of the computer and played a short video.

“Jiang Qin is going to kill me,” Feng Nanshu said with a cool façade.

“The full video is too long, about three hours. I sent you the link so you can watch it at your own pace,” Gao Wenhui said, all star-struck.

“Okay,” the little rich girl replied, her eyes shining brightly.

For the next three hours, Room 503 was engulfed in Jiang Qin’s speech about brand marketing, promotion plans, and how to drive economic growth.

Honestly, for Gao Wenhui, Fan Shuling, and Wang Haini, this broadcast was no different from the daily news on Linchuan local TV, except that they knew the speaker personally.

But after watching Jiang Qin’s poised and serene demeanor, the rest of the content lost its charm for them.

Feng Nanshu, however, was glued to the screen.

From seven in the evening, the little rich girl sat down and didn’t move; her legs curled up, her pale, delicate feet on the chair’s edge, eyes locked on the screen, shimmering with brightness.

Sometimes, Jiang Qin appeared especially handsome in certain shots, like when he smiled or paused deliberately, mesmerizing Feng Nanshu so much that she would rewind to watch again.

She could see the video, but her roommates could only hear it, so they often heard phrases being repeated, almost to a disturbing level.

The meeting’s sounds continued until about ten-thirty at night, only stopping with a round of applause.

Room 503 breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the seemingly endless meeting had finally come to an end.

But the next second, they heard the announcement on Feng Nanshu’s computer welcoming Jiang Qin back to speak.

“I need to watch it again…” Feng Nanshu murmured, her cheeks puffed out as if she hadn’t watched the video before, her eyes filled with joy and anticipation.

Fan Shuling couldn’t help but smile wryly: “I didn’t know Feng Nanshu was such a fanatic.”

Gao Wenhui nodded in agreement: “Don’t be fooled by Feng Nanshu’s icy goddess demeanor; she goes crazy when it comes to Jiang Qin.”

“Nanshu, can we interview you? How are you feeling right now?” Wang Haini suddenly asked loudly.

Feng Nanshu turned her head and answered coldly: “My good friend is about to fascinate me to death.”