Chapter 353: Already Sitting on the Lap

Want a hug, want another hug, just want a hug every time we meet!

Jiang Qin looked at the aloof little rich girl, thinking what R-rated thoughts you have about your good friend all day.

At this moment, Feng Nanshu also looked at Jiang Qin, wondering why he squinted at her. After holding her composure for a while, she couldn’t take it anymore and punched him with a grunt.

Seeing the rare emotional expression from the little rich girl, Jiang Qin couldn’t help but laugh. Then he pulled her in and closed the room door.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Yuan Youqin’s gaze shifted from the TV. Her eyes suddenly brightened.

“Eh? Nanshu, how did you get here?”

“Auntie, I… I missed you a bit.”

Feng Nanshu walked in, holding her backpack straps tightly. After speaking, she pursed her rosy lips together.

At the same time, Jiang Qin, who came in with her, was also slightly stunned, suddenly realizing this was the first time the little rich girl directly expressed missing someone.

Yes, it was the first time.

Because the only message on his QQ saying, “Brother, I miss you,” was sent by that silly Gao Wenhui.

From the little rich girl’s current expression, she seemed to have never said this line to anyone else. She was not sure if she was qualified to miss someone and didn’t know how her mom would react. She had hopes but also fears.

Fortunately, Feng Nanshu guessed right this time, because Yuan Youqin missed her too.

Having wanted a daughter since her youth, only to feel like she had one twenty years later, and this daughter was both well-behaved and beautiful, saying she missed her—her stony heart had to be warmed now.

Yuan Youqin’s eyes softened immediately, becoming slightly moist: “Raising a daughter is better than a son. Just one day apart, and she knows to miss me. It’s all Jiang Zhenghong’s fault. He’s so disappointing!”

“?”

Jiang Zhenghong was shaving in the bathroom. Hearing this, he was stunned, thinking, what does this have to do with me?

Jiang Qin was also stunned, thinking Mom, you’re making me look really bad!

“Nanshu, come sit by your auntie.”

As Yuan Youqin spoke, Feng Nanshu’s grip on her bag strap loosened, then she pursed her lips and obediently sat next to Yuan Youqin, her eyes filled with joy.

This is what reciprocal feelings are like. Only such emotions, that garner a response, are valuable.

They really look like mother and daughter. The ignored son feels a bit sour.

Five minutes later, after Jiang Zhenghong finished shaving, the family of four went downstairs for a meal. Then Jiang Qin prepared to return to school, taking the little rich girl with him.

The couple watched them get into the car and waited until they turned the corner before turning away.

“If Feng Nanshu isn’t your daughter-in-law in the future, you’d be so upset.” Jiang Zhenghong couldn’t help but sigh.

Yuan Youqin turned to him, her gaze sharpening: “What are you talking about? Quickly spit it out.”

“Alright, alright, spit it out.”

“Spit three times; only then will your jinx be nullified, understand?”

Seeing his wife’s tense face not in jest, Jiang Zhenghong quickly took a deep breath and spat out loudly, startling a cyclist passing by.

Yuan Youqin, incredulous: “Didn’t we agree on three times? That was just once, wasn’t it?”

Jiang Zhenghong was stunned: “Including the two times just now, wasn’t that three times?”

“At this critical moment, why are you trying to be good at math? Spit three more times, quickly.”

“Spit, spit, spit!”

Hearing that Jiang Zhenghong spat the required number, Yuan Youqin finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her heart. She then turned and walked back to the hotel.

Jiang Zhenghong didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, thinking sons are just like their mothers, all so superstitious. If spitting worked, wouldn’t the world already be peaceful?

As a man married for many years, Old Jiang knew such words should never be spoken out loud. In face of issues, just agree with everything. That’s a mature man’s philosophy when dealing with his wife.

Old Jiang adjusted his trouser legs, squatted downstairs for a smoke, then leisurely went upstairs to find Yuan Youqin on the phone.

“Nanshu, have you reached school?”

“Yes, aunt, we’re sitting on the lap.”

“Huh?”

Holding the phone, Yuan Youqin didn’t quite understand Feng Nanshu’s last phrase. Sitting on the dorm bed would have made sense, but sitting on the lap? What’s that about?

Ms. Yuan pondered while trying to sit her leg underneath herself, nearly pulling a muscle.

Just then, rustling sounds came from the other end of the phone, and Jiang Qin was now on the line.

“It’s nothing, Mom. The little rich girl is a bit ditzy and doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Got to go, we’re busy.”

“Come early tomorrow, don’t miss the wedding.” Yuan Youqin couldn’t help but remind him.

“Got it, I’ll drive over tomorrow. You and Dad just wait at the hotel entrance.”

At Entrepreneurship Base 207, Jiang Qin was holding Feng Nanshu’s slender waist with his left hand while hanging up the phone with his right: “Why spill the beans? Mom might misunderstand our pure friendship.”

At this moment, the little rich girl was straddling her best friend’s lap, her body softened and curled in his arms. She watched him hang up her phone and remained silent, nuzzling her head into his neck.

Ever since the holiday began, and with Jiang Qin’s mom around, Feng Nanshu didn’t get a chance to ask for a hug. Now she finally got her wish and was so softened she couldn’t even speak.

“Why aren’t we going to the maple forest anymore?”

“The weather’s getting colder. The maple forest is drafty. We’d catch a cold there at night.”

Feng Nanshu nodded: “Brother, you think of everything.”

Jiang Qin’s eyes narrowed: “Don’t slander me. I never thought about hugging you or anything. I’m purely considering it from a health perspective.”

“I naively believed you.”

“Heh, friends are easy to please.”

Jiang Qin was feeling smug when suddenly his neck hurt. Looking down, he saw Feng Nanshu pouting her tender lips, her beautiful face showing a dazed quality, her lips glistening with a trace of saliva.

Got a hickey again? Boss Jiang covered his neck, thinking it’s been so long he almost forgot. This one’s a little demon who bites.

“Jiang Qin, don’t cover it, let me see.” Feng Nanshu craned her neck, wanting a peek.

Jiang Qin pressed her head down: “You treat this as a trophy, don’t you? After making it, you still want to admire it.”

“Just a peek.”

“…”

Boss Jiang wondered what new interest the little rich girl had awakened. She liked to leave her mark on her best friend, and after stamping, she still needed to admire it, like a criminal returning to the scene of the crime.

After admiring her work, the little rich girl’s head drooped, and she shrank back into his arms, breathing softly as if she had fallen asleep.

Several times, Jiang Qin thought she was really asleep. Looking over, however, he found her lovely eyes brighter than stars, staring unwaveringly at him.

“You always leave your mark on me. Can I leave one on you too?”

“Sure.” Feng Nanshu didn’t hesitate, her response crisp.

“You said it, right?”

Jiang Qin leaned in toward her fair neck, suddenly smelling the lily-like fragrance on the little rich girl—a scent to him like a match thrown into cotton, quickly igniting a fierce flame.

Realizing he was overwhelmed, Boss Jiang panicked a bit, thinking that was close, almost stopped being just friends. Then he randomly grabbed a reimbursement form from the table, slapped it onto Feng Nanshu’s forehead, eliciting a surprised “Ah!” from her.

“There, you’ve been immobilized. You can’t move now.”

Feng Nanshu tried moving and then looked at him: “I’m not immobilized. I can still move.”

Jiang Qin looked at her seriously: “Can you pretend you can’t?”

“Alright, I’m immobilized. I can’t move.”

“So childish…”

Jiang Qin said disdainfully and then stuck a note on himself as well. He then leaned on the couch, holding the delicate little rich girl, settling into a game of absolute stillness.

“Whoever moves first is a puppy.”

Feng Nanshu’s voice suddenly sounded: “Jiang Qin, you’re the puppy.”

Jiang Qin added a rule: “Moving your mouth doesn’t count. Otherwise, how could we talk?”

“But your spare phone moved.”

“Illusion, it’s all an illusion…”

Feng Nanshu stayed still, but her lips couldn’t help but purse, thinking it definitely wasn’t an illusion.

As night fell, Linchuan welcomed another autumn rain, bringing a chill that instantly enveloped Lin University.

It was deep autumn. Whenever there was wind and rain, the school would be covered with fallen leaves, and the desolate scent would sneak into the campus with the wind.

Along the dark and wet college road, the dim street lights lit up, flashing white in the puddles on the road surface. The cold dampness in the air made passing students quicken their pace, with few lingering by the roadside.

At that moment, Jiang Qin was leading Feng Nanshu, running along the roadside and soon arrived at the School of Finance’s girls’ dormitory. After seeing her in, he quickly ran back to his own dorm.

What he didn’t expect was that only Zhou Chao was in the dormitory, reading a novel under the desk lamp.

“Why are just you here? Where are Old Ren and Old Cao?”

“They went dating.”

“Damn it, not focusing on work! Isn’t it better to make a friend in this time?”

Jiang Qin took off his wet clothes, shivered, and crawled into his bed.

Zhou Chao glanced at bed number 1, sighed, and thought with Jiang’s stubbornness, it’d be difficult to mooch his meals before graduation.