Chapter 444: Little Rich Lady in the Atmosphere

At three in the afternoon, the sunlight slanted through the hotel lobby doors.

Everyone had already checked into their rooms, stuffing IDs into wallets while carrying large and small bags towards the elevator and then searching for their own rooms, waving goodbye to each other.

Everyone had been traveling since morning by plane and had been busy all day with Jiang Qin, now feeling pretty tired and planning to sleep well before dinner.

“Goodbye, boss.”

“Goodbye, madam boss.”

Feng Nanshu gently waved at everyone saying goodbye and followed Jiang Qin with quick steps.

Jiang Qin had checked into his room quite early; it was centrally located, but Feng Nanshu’s room was right next to Gao Wenhui’s. She had walked past it already but kept following Jiang without stopping.

At the door, Jiang swiped his card to enter and only then noticed Feng Nanshu was still behind him, acting all cool like a rich beauty.

“What are you doing? Trying to sneak into my room again?”

“?”

Feng Nanshu paused, looked at her room card, then turned to look behind her, realizing she had walked past her room: “I’m not smart.”

Jiang Qin eyed her perfect face and squinted, “I suspect you are very smart.”

“I can’t even find my own room, not smart at all.”

Feng Nanshu explained seriously, then turned to go to her room.

Jiang checked his luggage at that moment, frowning, “Forgot to grab the suitcase, is my good friend smart or not?”

“…”

He opened his door, pulled the suitcase inside, then sat on the sofa pondering for a long time, feeling secretly manipulated—a sensation absent before Feng Nanshu’s arrival.

Just then, a knock, knock, knock sounded suddenly.

Jiang Qin stood up, opened the door, and saw Feng Nanshu without her jacket, standing in a beige knitted shirt looking somewhat panicked.

“Brother, my luggage is missing…”

“Confirmed, you are really silly.”

Feeling relieved that Feng wasn’t manipulating him, Jiang let her in.

The Hilton suite featured a separate living room. Jiang, turning to the little rich lady, said, “Your suitcase isn’t lost; it’s in the living room. I’ve been carrying it since we arrived, didn’t you forget? You get it yourself, I need to use the restroom.”

“Oh, okay.”

Feng Nanshu nodded, understood, and obediently went to the living room.

Jiang entered the bathroom and soon after relaxing heard the TV blaring “Good news, good news, originally 998, now just for 298.”

Washing his hands and stepping out, he found Feng seated on the couch, her fluffy boots off by the sofa side, and her long legs hugged to her chest as she quietly watched the TV.

Jiang leaned against the bathroom door, observing Feng’s lovely figure, feeling a tug at his heart.

He had just thought her forgetfulness with the suitcase was silly, but turning around, she was already watching TV in his room.

What the heck? Is she out of this world?

Jiang approached with a stern face, sat beside the little rich lady, grabbed her cold feet, and rubbed them.

“Weren’t you here to get your suitcase?”

“I’m reassured it’s not lost. Now I want to watch TV in your room.”

Jiang felt like Little Red Riding Hood, deceived by Feng with just a suitcase—a pink one at that.

Just then, he felt a weight on his shoulder and found Feng leaning against him, her eyes barely open, drifting between sleep and wakefulness.

Gao Wenhui said she was so happy last night she didn’t sleep; with the plane ride and all the activities, Feng was indeed more exhausted than others.

So, what does it matter about atmospheres, intelligence, or deception?

She was so tired yet wanted to watch TV because she hadn’t seen Jiang Qin in a month and just wanted to stay close without parting.

So, Jiang didn’t move, quietly let the little rich lady lean on him, then reached to block the sunlight casting from the window, recalling how Feng watched him sleep at the gym’s badminton court.

After a while, the little rich lady began to sleep deeply, her breathing slowing. Jiang gently shifted to let her lean in his arms, then carefully lifted her onto the bed.

“Let me see if you’re wearing little tigers…”

Jiang was just teasing; he actually arranged the blanket neatly and tucked in the corners.

A good friend wouldn’t take advantage while another slept, to peek at their “little tigers.”

But just then, Jiang’s brow furrowed as he heard a scraping sound outside the door, like something rubbing against it.

“?”

Jiang slowed his steps, pulled open the door, and immediately saw two ears perked at the doorway.

Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini, realizing they were caught, didn’t panic and started to pretend they were just chatting.

They said things like how nice the hotel was, even the carpet was so plush you could walk on it without making a sound.

Jiang laughed, “Stop fucking pretending, why aren’t you sleeping?”

Gao planted her hands on her hips, “If we sleep now, we won’t be able to at night and will start feeling sleepy early tomorrow morning. We’ve come all the way to Shanghai; we can’t be jet-lagged.”

“That actually makes fucking sense. So, you came to eavesdrop by my room?!”

“We were looking for Feng Nanshu. We knocked for ages with no answer and guessed she must be in your room.”

Jiang grinned, “That’s some guess. Now guess how much is left of your salary. Guess right, and I give you these fifty cents.”

Gao: “……”

Wang Haini, not Jiang’s employee and thus unafraid, persisted, “Is Nan at least here?”

“She’s asleep.”

“No wonder we couldn’t hear any rise and fall in her voice.”

Jiang opened his eyes wide: “You use idioms so well, are you studying for entrance exams?”

Wang looked at him, “Yes, I am actually.”

“……”

“Let’s go somewhere else to talk. Don’t disturb the little rich lady.”

Gao paused, “Aren’t you going to sleep with Nanshu for a bit?”

“I’m not tired.”

Jiang pulled out his room card and closed the door, thinking he wished he could, but he might not resist peeking at her “little tiger.”

The three then found a lounge to chat. Gao clearly had low blood sugar, not getting any dramatic gasps from Feng, and immediately turned to gossip about Wang and her junior from school.

Wang said she met her junior at the East Campus during a roller skating contest. She slipped, grabbed his scarf, and ended up sprawled on him.

She then offered to wash it for him, and one thing led to another, culminating in a confirmed relationship on Christmas Eve.

That was pretty much the quintessential campus romance, originating from an accident and mutually falling for each other, becoming the brightest memory of that era for many, whether it ended up succeeding or not.

But Wang had luck on her side with her four accidents.

What does that tell you? Even if you don’t start a business in college, life can still be exciting!

“I really envy you, Hai Wang Ni. I’ve been single since childhood and don’t even know what love tastes like.”

“?”

“My name is Wang Haini!”

Gao couldn’t help but snicker, “The nerve, you’ve never been in love? Then explain why there’s a rich beauty in your bed!”

Jiang looked at little Gao, “Wait till you don’t get even fifty cents in your salary this month, then come ask me for explanations.”

“?????”

Jiang, legs crossed, steered the conversation back, “So, you messed up his scarf, and that’s why you knitted one for that junior?”

Wang answered plainly, “I only know how to knit scarves, nothing else. I planned to just have three boyfriends in college, so I finished three scarves in my freshman year. Turns out that wasn’t enough; had to knit another one.”

“That’s so you, Hai Wang Ni.” Jiang couldn’t help but admire.

“Jiang, how many times do I have to tell you, my name is Wang Haini. Be careful, or I won’t chip in gifts for you anymore!”

In this day and age, “Sea king” is still the emperor of the sea; haha means friendly, and that I leave? Or just simply wanting to leave? So Wang Haini didn’t understand why Jiang insisted on calling her Hai Wang Ni.

At that moment, Gao turned her head, “Don’t believe what Wang Haini said. The scarf for Nanshu was really knitted especially for you.”

“Hmm?”

“Didn’t I say she was up all night happy yesterday? When I opened my eyes this morning, I saw her sitting on the bed knitting.”

Gao’s lips tightened, “She knew she couldn’t bring knitting needles on the plane, so she wanted to finish it before coming. Nanshu herself isn’t sure what liking someone means, but she just wants to give you everything she has.”

After hearing this, Jiang fell silent: “Damn little enchantress, so seductive…”

“If you don’t admit you’re her husband, then don’t accept her scarf!”

“Get lost!”

Jiang got up from the lounge and returned to his room, then quietly opened Feng Nanshu’s suitcase.

“If I don’t accept, can’t I just take it myself!”

He rummaged briefly, then suddenly saw a little tiger tucked in a clear storage bag under the clothes, its pattern slightly faded.

Hmm?

This seems to be the one he bought her at the mall before Mid-Autumn Festival, only two or three months ago. Why has it faded so much?

Since he had pulled out the room card, the room got dim in the evening, hard to see clearly, so Jiang lifted the little tiger close, squinting at it in the fading window light for quite some time.

Just then, a cool voice suddenly sounded from the direction of the bed.

“Brother, what are you doing?”

“…”

“Let me explain…”

Feng Nanshu squinted at him, “You’re a bad man.”

Jiang stuffed the little tiger back, unflinchingly spoke, “I plan to take you to visit relatives tomorrow, so I wanted to pick out a nice outfit for you. Don’t read too much into it.”