Chapter 425: Silly Love

At half past one, the old man selling fried rice took a metal basin, banged it twice with a spoon, announced he was sold out and off for the day, then coolly walked away.

That’s the beauty of a contracted cafeteria, absolutely no cutthroat competition.

Just then, a bizarre wind picked up outside the cafeteria, almost as if Zhu Bajie himself had arrived.

Jiang Qin looked out the window and saw numerous couples wrapping their coats tighter as they hurried to the cafeteria. One guy stumbled right at the entrance and fell.

That’s what you get for being in love.

Jiang Qin happily fed Feng Nanshu a piece of meat and looked back only to find the guy who fell looked quite familiar, almost like Old Cao.

Except he was shorter and lacked Cao’s graceful demeanor, plus Old Cao wasn’t this filthy or snotty.

This man might look like young master Cao, but he lacks his spirit.

“Old Jiang, what are you doing here?”

“…”

Jiang Qin stayed quiet for a bit then saw a disheveled Cao Guangyu headed his way with Ding Xue, who was kindly picking dead leaves off him.

Given Ding Xue’s fiery temper, it’s a wonder she didn’t scold him. Seems they were sweet talking when he fell.

“Bumping into you two here for lunch, is Linchuan that small?”

“Mainly, there aren’t many wind-shielded places, just now that wind almost froze us stupid.”

Cao Guangyu warmed his hands on the heater for a while then took Ding Xue’s hands into his, overtly affectionate.

Ding Xue with a happy expression: “Thanks, brother~”

“You’re welcome, Xue’er.”

Listening to them made Jiang Qin’s head itch: “Ding Xue, who doesn’t know who, let’s not play games, my little rich girl might pick up bad habits!”

Feng Nanshu glanced at Jiang: “I’ve already learned that.”

Ding Xue furrowed her brows, her aura menacing: “Jiang Qin, what nonsense are you spouting? When have I ever acted like this? Right, brother?”

Cao Guangyu didn’t think before nodding fervently: “Right, right, she’s always like this.”

Ding Xue: “…”

Jiang Qin with a spectator’s grin: “Let me know if you’re going to hit him, we’ll step back. My girl’s wearing white, I don’t want blood stains.”

Cao Guangyu shivered hearing this, suddenly feeling colder inside than out.

Just then, another couple ran by hand in hand. The male was quite tall, the female average height, but hunched from the wind, so faces weren’t clear.

“Looks a bit like Old Ren but scruffier and his hair’s a mess like a chicken coop. Nose running too. What good’s being tall if you’re like this? And he has a girlfriend? Outrageous.”

To change the subject, Cao casually critiqued the rushing guy, considering anyone over 169 cm waste.

As he spoke, a surprised voice erupted: “Hey, Cao bro, Jiang bro, you guys here too?”

“…”

Cao too fell silent; it was indeed Ren Ziqiang with Wang Linlin.

They too seemed stunned by the cold, hands rubbing as they approached the heater, Ren leaning on it, comfortably sighing.

“Bad advice from Jiang, this damn weather, can’t even stick hands out.”

Jiang spit: “Cut the crap, there was no wind when I came back at noon. You can’t blame your late start on me.”

Wang Linlin nodded: “Was calm all morning, I even went down to air the quilts. Just now, the wind blew them to the ground.”

“See, the masses have sharp eyes.”

Three couples from Room 302 chatted while slowly finishing their lunch, then lazily leaned on the heater.

Feng Nanshu was a cool goddess, Ding Xue a hothead with short hair, and Wang Linlin gentle and sweet. Truly a varied bunch.

Indoors in winter, especially near the cafeteria boiler room, was quite comfortable.

But for couples, this wasn’t ideal as the open and clear space meant nothing to do but chat.

Of course, some gathered to play cards but chances of being a couple were slim. After all, who focuses on cards when in love?

So why do many students gather to play cards?

In summary, playing cards too is about finding partners but not the other way around.

“Chao, all alone in the dorm now?”

“Yeah, reading. Of the four in our dorm, Chao’s the only one who gets his money’s worth, even made his library card count.”

Cao suddenly moved away from the heater: “Speaking of library cards, Ding Xue, let’s go to the library. We’ll be making better use of time than just hanging out here since I’m planning on postgrad studies.”

“Sure, I’ll follow your lead.”

Jiang watched the couple walk away, chuckling: “He’s talking postgrad? Old Cao can’t even roast a sweet potato properly.”

Feng Nanshu’s eyes lit up: “Brother, I want roasted sweet potato.”

“?”

“Didn’t we just eat?”

Feng whispered into his ear: “You said it yourself, give a kiss.”

Jiang was stunned, then stern: “Nonsense, I never kiss friends. Last time was just because you had sweet potato all over your face.”

“I have the chat logs…”

Little rich girl pulled out her phone, then showed him, innocence written all over her clear eyes.

Jiang frowned, thinking how bizarre, he remembered typing he was eating, how did it turn into a kiss?

Must be Zhou Chao that scoundrel, seeking comfort from him and made him mistype.

But…

A man has to own up to his mistakes, that’s what makes a true man.

Jiang recalled a sheltered spot developed before, unused for ages, the alley behind Cafeteria 2, sunny and wind-resistant. A kiss there should be fine.

“Old Ren, we’ll head off first.”

“Where to, Jiang?”

“Heading to 208 for some work.”

“Ah, we’ll leave soon too, heading to a club activity.”

Jiang nodded and took Feng’s hand, heading out, then zigzagged into the alley behind Cafeteria 2, only to find a couple arguing shoulder-to-shoulder.

Damn, it was Old Cao and Ding Xue.

Boss Jiang seeing the tense scene quickly left with little rich girl, only to hear footsteps blocking their way out of the alley.

Three couples turned, eyeing each other, then the atmosphere sunk into a tense five-second silence.

“Old Ren, weren’t you off to a club activity?”

“Old Cao, you were off to the library for your postgrad, right? Since when does that involve kissing?”

Cao Guangyu and Ren Ziqiang looked at each other: “We’re actually fine, officially a couple, but what are you doing with your friend in this alley?”

Jiang paused then picked up a brick from the ground: “Searched long for this, didn’t expect to find it here.”

“?????”

“Alright, just found what I needed. Carry on.”

Coolly, Jiang took little rich girl’s hand, tossed the brick aside, left the alley, then led Feng Nanshu to Room 207.

Honestly, ever since the main operations of group-buy and Zhihu moved out, he seldom comes this way. Even Fugui’er is now at headquarters with Wei Lanlan.

But wherever there are or aren’t people, every time Jiang comes, he recalls the Christmas night he watched a movie with little rich girl. Perhaps that’s why she likes it here.

Now with Christmas not too far, chilly winds blew outside, but indoors warmth bloomed like spring. Even without a coat, it wasn’t cold.

Feng repeated a familiar maneuver, kicking off her boots, stepping onto the couch in socks, mimicking her posture from watching “Hachiko” here years ago.

Jiang cupped her cheeks and kissed her gently, his actions soft and tender.

As if fearing he might crush this water-like girl with too much force.

But as their breaths heated, he grew bolder yet quickly retreated, only to find her tongue chasing his with reluctance.

Snap—

Jiang playfully spanked her: “You little temptress, how could you stick your tongue out?”

Feng naively looked at him: “You started it, brother.”

“…”

Jiang smacked his lips, thinking if both broke the rules, they’d just have to start over. He leaned down for another kiss, and the little rich girl closed her eyes, sweetly enduring.

He might not recall the details from high school, but the image of Feng, the aloof goddess, was clear.

Just as everyone says, when she flits across the campus, her skirts fluttering in the breeze, who wouldn’t be captivated by this dazzling moonlight?

Now she was both ying and tender…

Since his rebirth, Jiang relentlessly pursued entrepreneurship, but little did he think, little rich girl would inadvertently become the lady boss.

“Feng Nanshu?”

“Yes?”

“Where’s your lady boss badge?”

Feng opened her eyes, puzzled for a while then reached into her down jacket, fishing out her badge after a few fumbles.

Jiang observed her delicate face: “Haven’t seen you wear it these days, thought you didn’t fancy it anymore.”

“I do, but I accidentally scratched it on a desk while wearing it to class.”

Little rich girl pointed to a scratch on it, her expression a bit gloomy.

She treasured this badge dearly and was devastated by the scratch, so she preferred to keep it in her pocket more often.

Last night, couldn’t sleep due to coughing, got up to write and then went back to sleep, but the review didn’t pass, had to delete bit by bit, should write less of these in the future.