Chapter 471: Are You Really Socially Anxious?

The boys are having a drinking party and staying overnight, while the girls don’t really like going out late at night. They all huddle in the dorm for a night of chatting since they haven’t seen each other in a month, and there are always plenty of topics to discuss, especially gossips, which they do more vigorously than the boys.

In the warmly lit room 503, several girls in pajamas are sitting around in the middle, cracking sunflower seeds and chatting casually.

Tonight, everyone is marveling at Jiang Qin’s 180 million, but Huihui, who loves sweets, doesn’t care at all.

Even if he had 1.8 billion, the one who should not pay salaries still wouldn’t, so what’s the use of talking about this stuff? With this time, better to munch on something sweet, especially since Feng Nanshu spent a complete New Year at Jiang Qin’s place, there were lots of snacks.

“Third Uncle always starts calls me ‘from Jiang Qin’s family,’ he is a good man …”

“The auntie next door always argues with her son’s friend, and Jiang Qin’s mom always goes to watch. I heard her saying I’m well-behaved.”

“Met big uncle, second aunt, little aunt, grandma, and grandpa …”

“I like that kind of New Year, wish to have it again.”

Feng Nanshu is in a relaxed bear pajama, her gaze bright and her narration meticulous about those memorable moments, her fragrant feet swinging under the light, smooth and fair as sculpted from jade.

After listening, Wang Haini is in a daze: “This mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship is too good. I can hardly imagine it.”

“What mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship, the more I listen, the more Jiang Qin sounds like he married into the family,” Gao Wenhui pointedly remarks.

“What does it mean to marry into a family?” Feng Nanshu is a bit confused.

“It means a live-in son-in-law, the house is yours, it’s little Jiang Qin who’s the outsider, simply put, he married into your family.”

Feng Nanshu is a bit delighted but still pouts, “Say that again and Jiang Qin will dock your pay.”

Gao Wenhui stands tall, her chest not so prominent: “Salary? Who lives on salary these days? I can’t even spend all the bonuses you give me.”

Fan Shuling peels an orange, shares it with everyone, then suddenly asks: “Nanshu, are you really socially anxious?”

Feng Nanshu turns to her, nods gently: “I am.”

“I feel like you’re pretending to be socially anxious so that Jiang Qin lowers his guard, brings you home, and then you stealthily win over all his relatives and friends so that he can’t deny you later.”

Feng Nanshu is dumbfounded for a moment, then narrows her eyes: “You’re talking nonsense, I’m not that clever.”

“But you do help with making dumplings, and you even went back to the village to pay respects with Jiang Qin’s mom, chatting everywhere – those aren’t the actions of someone with social anxiety.”

Feng Nanshu falls silent: “I really am scared outside, but not at Jiang Qin’s place. I even get a bit arrogant there.”

Wang Haini nods, “Home isn’t society; social anxiety isn’t fear of home. Makes sense!”

Feng Nanshu smiles like a fairy: “Haini is a good person.”

“Haini, how’s your love life going?”

“It’s so-so, we chat and call, but I haven’t told my family. I’m in my third year, he’s in his first; there are too many unstable factors. We might not even last, you expect me to sneak around like you and Feng Nanshu? Their friendship is too magical.”

Hearing Wang Haini’s response, everyone nods in agreement, this is a typical college relationship, unlike Feng Nanshu, who’s all about ‘friendship’ yet knows exactly where Jiang Qin’s family ancestral grave is.

But Jiang Qin really is stubborn and excessively blunt, bristles at the mention of dating as though stung by a wasp, truly only someone like Feng Nanshu could handle him.

Don’t underestimate Feng Nanshu’s simplicity, lacking many social nuances yet often manifesprofilenly brilliant fit.

From the perspective of their personalities, Feng Nanshu broke through Jiang Qin’s impenetrable defense under guise of friendship, ensnaring him gradually.

Sometimes Jiang Qin reflects, considering if he’s the fool, but seeing Feng Nanshu’s endearingly foolish look, he reassures himself, definitely not, I’m too smart to be deceived!

Thus, step by step, their friendship evolves into this absurdity.

Thinking about this, Gao Wenhui can’t help but shudder.

She remembers how at the start of freshman year, she advised Feng Nanshu on dating, even sent flirty messages to Jiang Qin using Feng Nanshu’s QQ – now it seems, her strategies were utterly futile with them.

In contrast, their journey made her realize Feng Nanshu’s foolishness is the perfect remedy for Jiang Qin’s stubbornness.

“Feng Nanshu, I underestimated you; you truly are a master of romance.”

“I’m not, I’m just good friends-brained,” Feng Nanshu won’t admit.

After listening, Wang Haini feigns a sigh, “Poor President Jiang, just like that you’ve bamboozled him!”

Feng Nanshu: “?”

Fan Shuling laughs uncontrollably, but her eyes catch the clock on the table, and she suddenly pauses: “Darn it, it’s all because we had to talk about those two, I forgot to wash my clothes. You all better get ready too; let’s go out to eat later.”

Wang Haini stands up, “I’ll go with you.”

The sisters leave the dorm one after another for the laundry room, but the discussion on the holiday break continues, surrounding are many other girls doing their laundry, mostly chatting about similar topics.

“Do you think Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu could really make it to marriage?”

Fan Shuling agrees, “Although Jiang Qin always denies it, whether it’s bringing her home or introducing her to relatives and friends, he clearly doesn’t leave himself any way out.”

Wang Haini nods, “If it wasn’t a certainty she’s the one, I’d never bring my partner home.”

“Yeah, if it didn’t work out, imagine how awkward it’d be later, especially if you dated another and brought them home too. Relatives and friends might slip up.”

“You said it, my uncle’s thirty-three, brought a girlfriend home over the New Year, and my great-aunt still called her by his ex’s name, Zhou Qiunan—I died laughing.”

Fan Shuling pours detergent into the machine: “So Jiang Qin’s mindset is pretty understandable. It’s either Feng Nanshu or no one.”

Wang Haini smiles faintly: “1.8 billion and still so romantic.”

“Nanshu is really odd too, so pretty, with long legs and a big chest, yet clings to Jiang Qin, and stuck for three years.”

The two exchange glances, increasingly understanding why Gao Wenhui is so frantic.

Just as the washing machine clanks halfway, they see Feng Nanshu rushing out the hallway, as though her rear end caught fire.

Wang Haini smiles, “No need to ask, her husband’s here again.”

“Nanshu would_correct you though, that’s her good friend.”

“’Good friend’ sounds sweeter than ‘dear’, can’t stand it. I should try it next time.”

Fan Shuling’s corner of the mouth twitches, “You dated four in three years, still want another?”

Wang Haini shyly fidgets, “I want a ‘good friend’ too.”

“Haini, you’re really cheeky.”

“Get lost!”

Under the night sky, the street lamps light up in front of the girls’ dorm, not very bright, but dimly more beautiful.

Being close to the college supermarket, the area under the night sky is bustling, and with the School of Finance having many attractive students, couples are popping out like dumplings.

Kissing, hugging, lifting each other, the whole school is filled with the joy of reunion.

Jiang Qin, holding a bag of takeaway, stands below looking around, thinking, is it really necessary? It’s just a winter break, not some dramatic farewell, to make such a scene. Don’t these people bring their ‘good friends’ home for the New Year?

Just as he speaks, his ‘good friend’ appears from upstairs, stepping out in fluffy slippers.

The relaxed bear pajama has a hood covering her beautiful face, half-moon ears swaying with each step.

Little rich girl is 1.7 meters tall with long legs and a good figure, her skin fair and facial expression usually aloof, but her pajamas are utterly cute, a stark contrast.

The night is still pretty cold, so Feng Nanshu pulls her hands inside her sleeves, then cups her mouth to breathe warm air, her eyes looking at what’s in Jiang Qin’s hands.

“What’s this?”

Little rich girl points curiously, “Roasted sweet potatoes?”

Jiang Qin’s corner of the mouth twitches, “Is your little brain always thinking about smacking lips?”

“I’m not.”

Jiang Qin hands over the plastic bag, “I was dining out with young master Cao and others, you said your dorm hadn’t eaten yet, so I packed some stuff from ‘Food is Heaven’.”

Feng Nanshu takes it, then glances to the right corner where a couple is embracing ferociously, nuzzling as if about to devour each other.

Jiang Qin covers her eyes, “Don’t look, too cruel, eating people right in the street.”

“Ow.”

They look at each other silently, then can’t help but glance again at the nearby corner.

Good grief, the battle across is indeed intense, the boy’s hands like he learned some serious martial arts, the girl having no defense against it.

Feng Nanshu watches for a while, then turns to Jiang Qin, “Brother, I want roasted sweet potatoes.”

“You’re really impossible.”

“…”

After a long while, lips part, Feng Nanshu panting, her eyes bright, wanting more.

Jiang Qin waves his hands refusing, muttering that friends shouldn’t kiss more than ten minutes, then pats her head and sends her back upstairs.

Fan Shuling and Wang Haini have also returned from doing laundry, their stomachs growling. Seeing a table full of exquisite dishes, their eyes light up.

“Eh, who delivered this food?”

“Jiang Qin brought it.”

Wang Haini is a bit disappointed, “Smells good, pity I can’t eat spicy.”

Fan Shuling pauses, “Didn’t see any peppers. Plus, you didn’t eat it, how do you find it spicy?”

“Look at Feng Nanshu’s mouth, it’s all red. Definitely spicy enough to kill someone.”

Feng Nanshu quietly lowers her head, “I burned my mouth drinking soup…”