Chapter 457: Genetic Traits of a Dog

Under the warm hue of orange lights, family dinners always feel extra cozy. But for Yuan Youqin, who had just welcomed her son back home from his travels, her belly was full of questions she had been holding back during the entire meal.

She often calls Feng Nanshu, sometimes once a day or every two days. She knew her life like the back of her hand.

But as for Jiang Qin, her son, she honestly had no clue what he was up to at school.

In Yuan Youqin’s view, once school starts, Jiang Qin was practically hands-off.

Her understanding of her son’s university life was limited to the calls with her daughter-in-law and only really during holidays.

“Jiang Qin, you’ve been in university for three years now. How are your grades?”

“Mom, I won’t lie to you. I’m just passing. But university is different from high school. Maintaining passing grades from the first to third year is really tough. Take our dorm for example, only about fifty percent manage that.”

Actually, there were only four people in Jiang Qin’s dorm, including him and Zhou Chao. Only Cao Guangyu and Ren Ziqiang had ever failed a course.

But changing that to fifty percent makes it seem like many more fail. That’s the art of speaking.

Yuan Youqin couldn’t help but think about Jiang Qin’s previous report cards.

Oh boy, exactly sixty percent in each subject, not a mark more, every semester. If it weren’t for the official school website where she could check the grades, she’d think they were forged.

How can anyone be so exact with every course?

In fact, most substitute teachers give him sixty points grudgingly, feeling it goes against their professional dignity to give even one more point.

After all, besides his name, the answer sheets were blank except for scribbles about old Mr. Ding.

“And what about our Nanshu? Her grades are so good. Is she considering graduate school?”

“If Jiang Qin is considering it, I will consider it too.”

Jiang Qin stretched his legs out and said, “I don’t need to, I’m recommended for research. But you probably don’t either, given you’re first in your major and you have startup bonus points.”

Jiang Zhenghong was peeling garlic and nodded, “If one has the capability, they should pursue further studies. My colleague’s daughter graduated last year, and even bachelors degrees aren’t great for finding jobs nowadays.”

“？”

Still thinking about jobs?

Jiang Qin found his father’s thought process quite peculiar.

My company already supports more than a thousand people. Do you think I’m going for a master’s just to find a job? It’s purely for the love of learning!

Jiang Zhenghong seemed to realize this too and pursed his lips, swallowing back the rest of his sentence.

Their family doesn’t do business, nor do any relatives. At best, some are low-level civil servants; at worst, they are laborers abroad, so this way of thinking was hard to shake off.

After finishing his noodles, Jiang Qin scanned the table and noticed most plates were empty. It seemed someone was about to be the lucky dishwasher.

Since his mother cooked, she had the right to appoint someone to do the dishes.

It wouldn’t be the little rich girl. Mom doted on her too much to even let her touch a dish. So the unlucky one had to be between him and his dad.

“Dad, didn’t you and mom get married in December?”

Jiang Zhenghong, unaware of the looming danger, nodded. “Yes, what about it?”

“Last month was your anniversary. What gift did you get mom? Must have been precious, right?”

Jiang Zhenghong’s scalp tingled. “I…forgot…”

Jiang Qin looked at the sweet-faced little rich girl. “Dad forgot last year too. Took a week of dishwashing to make mom happy. This time it’ll be at least a month.”

Yuan Youqin couldn’t help but glare at Jiang Zhenghong. “Forgets everything but remembers to eat. Once he’s done, it’s off to wash dishes.”

Jiang Zhenghong: “……”

Feng Nanshu looked up at Jiang Qin. “Do best friends have anniversaries?”

Jiang Qin was stunned. “？”

After dinner, Jiang Zhenghong was dispatched to the kitchen to wash dishes, fuming about what kind of son he had raised, one that would even trick his own father.

He hated doing dishes, which he ranked among his top three most disliked tasks.

While washing dishes, an idea suddenly struck him. He called out through the kitchen door.

“Wife, I can’t remember what Jiang Qin got you for Mother’s Day. Do you remember?”

“Couldn’t have forgotten to send anything, could he? Not even a call?”

Just as Jiang Qin, using his wits, had avoided dish duty and was about to use Feng Nanshu’s computer to check some internal system feedback, he was promptly called back to mop the floor.

Listen to me thank you, because of you, four seasons are warmed……

Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Qin finished mopping and joined his father in the living room, who had just finished the dishes. Neither had gained any advantage.

So, some traits really are hereditary.

Not just the old ginger is spicy, but as long as it’s old, it’s definitely spicy.

The father and son pursed their lips, noticing Feng Nanshu sitting with Yuan Youqin watching a family drama, and couldn’t help but sigh, wondering when their status would ever rise.

“From now on, we need a united front! We can’t lose to those two!”

“It’s still you, dad. But count me out. I’m too chicken. Just watching you do your thing is enough for me.”

Jiang Qin didn’t fall for it. He opened the bedroom which he had transferred to Feng Nanshu and turned on the computer to check the task system feedback.

The Shanghai branch of group-buying had developed well, with several local smartphone brands now integrated into it. Dong Wenhao had even made a post introducing the advantages of each brand and inviting users to rate and review.

Between 2011 and 2012, the era of smartphones began. Many OEM and knockoff manufacturers were spending money to establish channels, hoping to revolutionize themselves into legitimate brands.

The advent of group-buying fulfilled these manufacturers’ needs, and cooperation naturally followed.

Additionally, Sun Zhi, through a month’s investigation, had gotten a firm grip on Shanghai’s market and was continuously selecting merchants to sign up, riding on the popularity of Nuomi’s website.

Moreover, there was feedback from Su Nai that Tonight’s Headlines’ website was set up and currently undergoing data migration.

The current system for uploading articles was still controlled by Lu Feiyu. It was yet to be determined when an open creative platform would be launched.

After sending back a quick read receipt, Jiang Qin noticed the door open and Feng Nanshu walked in with her phone, handing it over with expectancy in her eyes.

On the phone was a QQ group page for the senior year class, discussing an upcoming meeting.

“Class reunion?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to go?”

Feng Nanshu nodded. “Can you take me? I’m curious to see what it’s like.”

The little rich girl was inherently curious about things she had never experienced. She had never attended a class reunion, so she was quite eager to see what it was like.

She hadn’t had the courage before, but with Jiang Qin by her side, she wasn’t scared anymore. Hence, her curiosity was getting the better of her.

It was quite a coincidence. Following Jiang Qin’s encounter with second-year classmates during a summer after their graduation, and their ensuing reaction, their class hadn’t had a reunion for three consecutive years.

When one person’s presence overshadows others, a class reunion loses its intended purpose.

Jiang Qin felt going could be fun. He always hoped the little rich girl could experience what most people could, not wanting her life to have voids.

After receiving a positive response, Feng Nanshu quickly typed “I’m also going” and sent it.

Instantly, the previously lively chat quieted down significantly, then some long-time lurkers popped up, eagerly signing up.

The class didn’t matter, the reunion didn’t matter; what was important was the goddess.

You should know, three years after high school, although everyone had gone their separate ways, encountering many new people, in terms of beauty, Feng Nanshu was still considered top-tier.

She rarely participated in social activities. Being able to meet again after graduation was rare. It was a case of seeing her less as time went on.

“I better wear full armor tomorrow……”

“Otherwise, I won’t know how many people want to stab me in the back.”

“But seeing them envy our friendship and yet unable to kill me will be quite satisfying.”

“……”

The next morning was bitterly cold, even frost formed on the windows. It was definitely below ten degrees Celsius.

Compared to Jizhou, Linchuan’s winter seemed even colder, making it hard to leave the comfort of warm blankets.

At the moment, the streets were restless, pedestrians hurried along wrapped tightly in clothes, their breath visible in the chilly air.

Jiang Qin climbed out of bed, freshened up, then took Feng Nanshu for breakfast at a local baozi shop before getting a haircut and heading to the class reunion.

The baozi shop downstairs was quite popular, especially in the mornings. Queues were a common sight and they bumped into many neighbors who were somewhat related to them.

“Hey, Jiang Qin, who’s this? She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”

They had watched Jiang Qin grow up and lived in the same community, Hongrong Homes. They knew about Feng Nanshu.

After all, every summer since his sophomore year, Yuan Youqin would take her for walks after dinner. But neighbors like to feign ignorance.

“This is my good friend.”

“Look at that, Jiang Qin isn’t even done with school and he’s already brought a girlfriend home.”

“？”

Jiang Qin opened his mouth to retort but then decided against it, realizing people only hear what they want to.

Feng Nanshu took a bite of her baozi and glanced up quietly. “Was that Great Auntie Four? How come she didn’t recognize me?”

“She did it on purpose.”

“Why pretend not to recognize me?”

Jiang Qin narrowed his eyes. “Because the whole world wants to ruin our friendship.”