Chapter 339: Why Don’t You Call Me for a Foot Wash?

After Yuan Youqin had instructed Jiang Qin with a mother’s concern for a distant child, she handed the phone to Feng Nanshu.

The two then chatted idly for a while, with Jiang Qin asking what she was doing, and Feng Nanshu saying she was behaving at his home.

When he asked where she would sleep that night, she said she planned to sleep in his bed.

The little rich girl’s answer was sincere and straightforward, without any hint of flirtation. She said she was behaving because she truly was, and she would sleep in Jiang Qin’s bed because she really intended to.

But for Jiang Qin’s robust heart, her statement, “I’m going to sleep in your bed tonight,” was incredibly provocative.

Just think about it, knowing the most beautiful girl from high school to college is in your bed, soft and fragrant, it’s impossible not to let your imagination run wild.

“You need to behave at my place, try to charm my mom so much she gets lost, and later you’ll be the most influential person in our house, my best friend being the most influential,” he said, amazed by the thought.

“And since you always listen to me, indirectly, I become the most influential person in the Jiang family.”

As soon as Jiang Qin spoke, his thoughts raced all the way to Jizhou.

“Jiang Qin, I always listen to you, but remember this is on speaker,” Feng Nanshu whispered.

Jiang Qin: “……”

At the sound, Yuan Youqin came over: “Nanshu is so well-behaved, I’d like to adopt her as my goddaughter, Jiang Qin, wouldn’t you want a sister?”

“No, not at all,” Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu replied in unison.

Yuan Youqin actually preferred Feng Nanshu as a daughter-in-law and used her statement to gauge their thoughts, delighted to see their strong resistance to a sibling relationship. Then, she took out a recipe book, pondering what to cook for Feng Nanshu that evening.

At that moment, Jiang Zhenghong felt a hunch that today’s meal might be exceptionally delicious.

Jiang Qin turned in the hotel bed, looked at the ceiling, and asked, “Feng Nanshu, when is your birthday?”

“In February, and yours, Jiang Qin?”

“I… I’m in January.”

Jiang Qin thought to himself, I’m not born in January, I’m an October guy.

Despite her demure and timid demeanor, loving to cling and whimper daily, she’s still an older sister.

After chatting a bit more, Jiang Qin hung up and went to the bathroom for a shower. The warm water flowing over his body eased his fatigue. Then he lay on the hotel bed, turned on the TV, and listlessly flipped through channels.

Being on a business trip meant being in a strange city, strange surrounds, with only so much work and no clue where to have fun.

“Hello!”

“Don’t call me hello, my name’s Chu Yuxian!”

Jiang Qin stopped flipping channels, put aside the remote, and watched the recent hit series “Let’s Watch the Meteor Shower” for a moment.

The show had a setting similar to “Meteor Garden” which was popular among youths for its campus life theme and the male leads, each with a compound surname, were incredibly cool and dashing.

However, according to Jiang Qin, what was considered stylish back then now seemed downright tacky.

He watched the drama out of boredom, but soon grew tired of it.

I guess I’m really a workaholic, totally uninterested in all this romantic fluff.

Jiang Qin shifted and posed somewhat provocatively as his robe partly unraveled, revealing hairy long legs.

If Feng Nanshu were here, she’d be drooling over this sight within minutes.

Just then, footsteps and voices echoed in the hallway. Jiang Qin listened and recognized a familiar voice, probably Old He, so he stepped out to see.

Indeed, there was He Yijun, accompanied by an assistant sent by Qin Zhihuan, both in suits, freshly back from outside.

“President He, why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“We just went for a foot massage. But don’t get the wrong idea, Jiang, I really just had reflexology and cupping.”

“？”

Jiang Qin was stunned and complained, “You went for a foot massage and didn’t invite me? Left me alone in the hotel watching some lousy meteor shower?”

He Yijun was surprised, “I asked President Qin, but he said you were too tired and declined on the spot.”

“Nonsense, I heard nothing about a foot massage after I arrived.”

“Really?”

“I might forget other words, but how could I forget the word ‘foot’?”

Frowning, He Yijun turned to the assistant, “Zhang, what’s this about? Jiang is our company’s second-largest shareholder. How could you overlook him like this?”

Assistant Zhang looked at Jiang Qin, “I don’t know, President Jiang. President Qin instructed early in the morning not to disturb you with anything but meals, especially the entertainment.”

“？”

“？”

Jiang Qin and He Yijun exchanged glances, bewildered by the strange situation.

From the airport reception to the dinner, Qin Zhihuan’s arrangements had been impeccable. It was bizarre that this, of all things, differed.

Qin couldn’t have overlooked the importance of Jiang Qin, who holds significant shares, although he isn’t involved in daily management.

It was clear even to an outsider.

In business dealings, what activities are planned isn’t as crucial as ensuring no discriminatory treatment.

Equality is fundamental, and today’s welcome was supposed to cater to Jiang Qin, with He Yijun’s arranged the day before.

“Let’s forget it, Jiang. How about I take you for another wash?”

Jiang Qin eyed him and joked, “Old He, are you addicted to washing now?”

He Yijun retorted, “Don’t turn this on me. Weren’t you the one upset about missing the foot wash?”

“I’m a role model from Linchuan, a pioneer of Linchuan Business Group, only twenty this year. You’re inviting me for a foot wash? Shame, are you trying to corrupt our nation’s future?”

“？？？？？”

He Yijun was utterly baffled, “It was you making a fuss about wanting a wash, and now I’m corrupting the future?!”

Jiang Qin went back into his room to ponder. The whole arrangement seemed suspicious, especially with Qin Zhihuan involved.

He’d arranged the foot wash specifically; it wasn’t like him to simply forget me. It certainly wasn’t mere jealousy—it felt seriously off.

Could it be my honest demeanor makes it awkward for Qin to call me?

I might pass, but that doesn’t mean you should skip your schemes.

“……”

The next morning, bright sunlight, Jiang Qin, along with Qin Zhihuan and He Yijun, revisited Qin’s project site.

Since 2001, when the sub-center city strategy was first introduced, Shanghai had selected four areas as key developmental sections.

After nine years of planning and relocation, the preliminary phase appeared with residential and office buildings under construction, with commercial development now paramount.

According to Qin Zhihuan’s paperwork, Qin Shi Real Estate had secured this project a while ago, but hadn’t rushed into action. Eventually, he turned to He Yijun for collaboration.

Honestly, if Wanzhong could establish itself here, it could become well-known nationwide from a local brand in one impressive leap.

Accordingly, Jiang Qin, as the second shareholder, would also reap significant benefits.

Compared to that, Qin Shi’s share of the commercial enterprise was far less valuable than the opportunity offered.

Some things are just odd, yet they’re still legal.

After inspecting the site, Qin Zhihuan handed over a development contract to Jiang Qin and He Yijun.

Jiang, unfamiliar with real estate, cautiously refrained from making decisions for He and called Zhang Boqing for help, seeking advice from a law professor.

That’s the advantage of having a university at your disposal. Though seemingly uneducated, Jiang Qin could access top resources across various fields.

As evening approached, Jiang Qin, after dinner, stood up, hopeful he wouldn’t be forgotten in any further plans.

“President Qin, any other arrangements?”

“None, President Jiang. Please rest well,” Qin Zhihuan courteously replied.

Jiang Qin nodded, feeling right. Generally, exciting plans only happen on the first day. Even if obsessed with cleanliness, one can’t wash their feet daily.

With a nod, he followed the assistant Qin sent back to the top floor suite.

Meanwhile, He Yijun, who had stepped out earlier, returned to the suite door: “Where’s President Jiang?”

“He said he walked too much today and was tired, so he went back to rest early.”

“This kid, only twenty and already so frail?”

Qin Zhihuan chuckled, “President He, don’t rush back. It’s rare for you to visit Shanghai. I should make sure you’re well entertained.”

He Yijun considered, “Maybe we should invite Jiang. He seemed quite upset about missing the foot wash yesterday.”

“I just asked him, he said he won’t come.”

“Just me? Maybe we should just cancel then,” He Yijun hesitated.

Qin Zhihuan waved it off, “President Jiang also brought Manager Sun. I’ve invited him too. We can all have some fun together. Even if the cooperation falls through, making a friend is still worthwhile.”