Chapter 370: I Kind of Want to Hug Her

“Eat more, don’t be shy.”

Feng Nanshu wore the Jiang family’s heirloom jade bracelet as she spoke to Duan Yan, Kong Sisi, and Shao Xianghao who were eating.

“Drive safely and feel free to visit again.”

Feng Nanshu stood at the entrance of the apartment, waving goodbye to everyone as they left, still wearing the jade bracelet.

“Hello, Grandma Wu and Xiaowen’s aunt.”

As she saw off Kong Sisi and the others, Feng Nanshu also greeted Jiang family relatives living in the same neighborhood, receiving warm responses.

Seeing this scene, Kong Sisi, Duan Yan, and Shao Xianghao exchanged shocked looks, mouths agape in disbelief.

It seemed they had just experienced the warm hospitality of the Jiang family’s mistress, but it was Feng Nanshu impersonating her, which was bizarre.

Moreover, it seemed Jiang Qin’s relatives all recognized Feng Nanshu, even the old lady’s dog, suggesting it wasn’t her first stay at Jiang Qin’s home.

“This is even more outrageous than the rumors. Am I still dreaming?”

“I forgot to take photos. I wonder if anyone would believe it if I posted it online.”

“Although I was in the same class as Feng Nanshu, I never had the chance to talk to her before. Today, she spoke quite a bit.”

“Her slippers match Jiang Qin’s.”

The three summarized the meal as they walked out of the neighborhood.

They were freeloading rides and meals just to get closer to the center of the rumors and seek unbelievable answers.

Now, they were even more puzzled than when they arrived.

Feng Nanshu definitely wasn’t as aloof as before. She seemed too much like a young housewife, especially at dinner, where it seemed she and Jiang Qin playfully fought under the table.

Meanwhile, just after dinner, Jiang Qin, Guo Zihang, and Yang Shuan were cleaning a room used as a storeroom, led by Yuan Youqin.

Vacuum cleaners, old furniture, incense burners used during the New Year were all cleared out, leaving only a small bed.

“Nanshu likes our place, and I want her to stay a bit longer. You know, she’s alone at her place, and it must be lonely.”

Hearing Yuan Youqin’s words, Jiang Qin wondered if Feng Nanshu, a little princess used to living in a large villa, could really adapt to such a cramped room.

Yuan Youqin handed a broken window frame to Jiang Qin: “Seems like it’s broken. No one fixed it because it’s rarely used. Try not to open it tonight; if it gets too hot, just leave the door ajar.”

Jiang Qin: “?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Am I sleeping here?”

Yuan Youqin looked at him strangely: “If not here, where? The living room? Forget it, that sofa’s too small and uncomfortable.”

“?”

“Are you guys done cleaning up? I’m going to take out the trash,” Jiang Zhenghong suddenly called from outside.

Yuan Youqin packed the useless items into a plastic bag for Jiang Zhenghong: “Your son wants to sleep on the sofa.”

“The sofa’s too small to sleep on comfortably. You’ll wake up with a sore back,” said Jiang Zhenghong, his tone full of concern.

“?????”

Jiang Qin was confused, thinking to himself that he remembered having his own bedroom in this house.

Seeing this, Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan left the storeroom to discuss in a corner whether they should start saving up for wedding gifts if they decided to marry after graduation.

Being students, having a little extra cash of one or two hundred was already quite good.

Guo Zihang was better off, working part-time in a high-tech university team, but Yang Shuan didn’t have much of an income. However, marriage was a big deal, and skimping wasn’t appropriate.

“What are you two doing?”

Startled, Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan replied, “Just accounting.”

Jiang Qin glanced at them: “Shuan, when you get back, tell your dad to summarize the recent accounts. I’ll need them later.”

“Okay, I will.”

Guo Zihang casually asked, “If—just if, Jiang, you were getting married, how much should we contribute?”

Jiang Qin startled: “Why ask that?”

“Just thought of it. You and Kong Sisi and others are just classmates, right? Even two hundred is generous for them. What about us?”

“Of course, more is better. At least ten thousand to start, especially for Shuan. I’ve helped your dad open thirteen branches, and you and your dad should give separately. I won’t accept just one gift.”

“…”

Yang Shuan and Guo Zihang exchanged glances, thinking it was time to find a winter job.

Shortly afterward, Feng Nanshu, who had gone to see off the guests, returned and changed into fluffy cotton slippers. Her delicate face looked even more beautiful under the light.

Jiang Qin also watched her, and after a moment of silence, he walked over and pinched her cold, smooth cheek.

You might ask if Jiang Qin missed Feng Nanshu. He definitely did.

Being reborn was a new start for him, and the small rich girl played a crucial role in this new life.

Not because the small rich girl lent him the startup capital, but because Feng Nanshu herself was very important to him.

A twenty-year-old young man in the prime of his life naturally wanted to hug and pinch her.

Squeak—

Just then, the couple who went out to throw the trash returned, and Jiang Qin quickly withdrew his hand, pretending nothing happened.

“What are you two doing?”

“Oh, just chatting.”

Feng Nanshu nodded: “Just pinching and chatting.”

Yuan Youqin and Jiang Zhenghong glanced at each other, wondering if they had come back too soon.

At ten o’clock at night, after taking a bath, Jiang Qin looked at his bedroom and the maid’s room. After pondering for a while, he turned around, knocked on his room’s door, but got no response.

“I’m just grabbing some clothes. If you’re not dressed, it’s not my problem, hehe.”

As he spoke, Jiang Qin turned the doorknob to the right.

Their home’s doorknob was a silver, aluminum alloy sphere. Just out of the shower, the slippery chemicals from the shower gel made it hard to turn.

At that moment, Feng Nanshu appeared behind him, blinking curiously: “Brother, what are you doing here?”

“I… I’m getting some clothes. Where did you go?”

“Just walking around.”

Feng Nanshu had actually gone to the maid’s room to find him. She waited a long time and then returned, but she lied boldly.

Jiang Qin acted like a gentleman, then pushed open the door and went in. Feng Nanshu, seeing no movement from the uncle and aunt’s room, followed him in.

“You’re here for the holidays?”

“Yes, I missed my aunt.”

“What about Uncle Gong?”

“Uncle Gong lives in the villa.”

“Uncle Gong got himself a nice villa.”

Jiang Qin rummaged through his wardrobe, took out some clothes but didn’t rush out. He turned on his computer, intending to work a bit.

After logging into QQ, work group 208 was lively, with Su Nai happily proclaiming how great it was to be home, and Dong Wenhao mentioning he missed seeing the boss all day.

Soon, Wei Lanlan and Tan Qing joined the conversation, but they were clearly not as thrilled.

The Linchuan Business Group and the group-buy division are legitimate social organizations without the concept of summer or winter breaks—a poignant aspect of corporate life.

The group then discussed a recent team gathering, expressing pride in their ability to stand on their own, and began referring to each other as President Su, President Dong, etc.

“Little rich girl, why didn’t you come to hug me today?” Jiang Qin casually asked the group.

Feng Nanshu quickly looked up at Jiang Qin with seriousness: “Brother, did you want to hug me?”

“No, just curious.”

Feng Nanshu, unblinkingly, “So, do you want a half-hour hug or an hour?”

Jiang Qin glanced at the time: “If you really want to, half an hour then. It’s already ten.”

“I’m not sleepy even at eleven.”

“Really?”

Feng Nanshu puckered up her small face: “Don’t believe me? Try it.”

Jiang Qin paused, then let go of the mouse, wrapped his arms around Feng Nanshu’s waist, and pulled her close.

The little rich girl’s whole body softened, clinging to him with a gleeful twinkle in her eye.

“Let’s make it clear, no hickey. Lots of family around during the New Year, and if they see, they won’t believe we’re just friends,” Jiang Qin suddenly remembered to caution.

Feng Nanshu almost went for it but stopped when she heard that. “I wasn’t going to make a hickey.”

“Really.”

“Yes, I never lie to you.”

Jiang Qin took a deep breath, held her tighter, feeling as if he wanted to merge her into his being, experiencing every imaginable emotion.

They hugged until midnight and then played with each other’s feet before Jiang Qin finally left.

Feng Nanshu, satisfied from the hug, her eyes glistening, then sent him out and went to bed. Just then, a beeping sound came from her computer.

Su Nai: “Boss, the website’s updated. The old one’s void now.”

Su Nai: “www.#%&&@￥.com Check it out!”

“?”

Feng Nanshu, looking dazed, copied the URL, pasted it into her browser, and tapped the enter key.

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