Chapter 521: Who Calls Jiang Ainan?

Jiang Qin had some rare free time to attend a class. He made sure not to waste it all on sleeping and using the restroom but wandered around instead.

He decided to visit Dean Zhang and his budget-friendly counselor, Old Lu.

Apparently, ever since Old Lu took the director’s chair, his seat hadn’t even warmed up before he was promoted again, and now meetings that couldn’t be avoided were piling up, leaving him nearly drained.

“Old Lu, you must take care of your health; health is the real capital of revolution.”

“No worries, I can still handle it. The weight of the crown must be borne; I am strong enough to see you and Feng get married without issues.”

“Damn, your body is indeed strong.”

Jiang Qin always thought he had the toughest mouth in the world, but didn’t expect Old Lu to have such confidence.

Make it till Feng Nanshu and I get married? Nonsense, our friendship is too strong and solid.

Lu Guangrong poured him a cup of tea, “Aren’t you two going to marry right after graduation, then have a baby straight away? You’d be winning at life.”

“Friendship so profound it makes a best friend bear my child? Teacher, why teach only thrilling and shocking stuff?”

“Damn, are you two even still friends?”

After hearing this, Lu Guangrong’s jaw dropped in shock.

He had stopped keeping up with studies and work lately and visited the class less, so there might be a delay in getting information, but he truly didn’t expect that in their fourth year, Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu were still just friends.

It seems that previous remark was too soon; his life might not outlast Jiang Qin’s tough-talking.

“Of course, we’re friends. Haven’t you heard of friends turning into lovers eventually?”

“Friendship my ass. If you say opposite-sex friends exist in this world, I might believe you, but you two, definitely not. I saw through you in your freshman year.”

“Affection is complicated, teacher. You don’t understand.”

After hearing everything, Lu Guangrong puffed his beard and glared, “My son’s already in junior high; what don’t I understand?”

Jiang Qin slapped his thigh, “Such things aren’t just about wanting it. Economics, family, instability; many factors play roles, not to mention the deep-seated friendship that’s a hurdle too high.”

“Cut the crap already, hurdle? It’s just a torn paper window between you two.”

Jiang Qin waved his hand, then glanced at the table and spotted a newspaper.

That newspaper from up north collected data showing nearly 30% of group-buy sites had closed this year alone.

Two of them were quite famous initially, but as market enthusiasm waned, the lingering issues came to light.

“Alright Old Lu, I’m heading out.”

“What’s the rush? Let’s chat a bit more.”

“I’m a student, I need to hurry for a class, and during working hours, try not to always chat. Your office is the loudest on the whole floor!”

“?”

Without waiting for Old Lu to retort, Jiang leisurely headed downstairs.

It was break time now, and the corridors were crowded with students. Some were idle chatting between classes, and a few were peeping at new female freshmen.

The new freshmen were quite good-looking this year, and some had already caught an eye or two.

At this time, Feng Nanshu was also in the corridor, wearing a light cyan tee paired with denim shorts, her black silky hair cascading over her shoulders, and her slender, pale legs shaped perfectly, like those elongated by an influencer’s filter on social media.

Standing at 5’7″ with a figure that could be envied and the cold glamorous demeanor of a wealthy beauty, she seemed too good to be true.

Other girls were gossiping about various tales, and she leaned lightly against the wall, her lively eyes sneaking peeks around, blatantly eavesdropping.

She had seen this in high school too but couldn’t join in.

Because everyone would tense up when she walked by, feeling they weren’t in Feng Nanshu’s league, thinking their topics might seem childish and low-class to her, and would then drop the subject.

But those high school peers never knew, she was actually dying to join in.

Feng Nanshu, the top-tier belle, might seem cool and graceful from the outside, but inside, she also loved to coo and listen to gossip.

Remembering back in her sophomore year, she forgot to bring a pen.

Since she wasn’t good at socializing and didn’t want to bother others, she just stayed quiet and missed an exam.

That is until the boy in front of her, who had long hair covering his right eye, lent her one…

Later, during a Physical Education class, she overheard people discussing that boy, and so she sneakily leaned in, acting high and mighty, and everyone immediately switched to talking about studies…

She never got to hear the gossip about that boy and felt somewhat gloomy.

So it’s not that this high and mighty rich girl couldn’t resist temptation; it’s just that those ordinary but precious things had always eluded her.

But things improved in college; everyone knew she was just an ordinary girl, who had crushes and was even a hubby’s slave which reduced the distance.

“Last night, I swiped a guy from the civil engineering department whose profile pic was a muscular man, but when we met, his hair was longer than mine…”

“Jiang Qin used to be like that too.”

“Really?”

Feng Nanshu earnestly nodded, miming the old cool slanted fringe from the non-mainstream era; the high school brother’s image roamed around in her head.

Girls nearby couldn’t help but laugh: “It’s hard to imagine.”

Feng Nanshu also showed a cute expression: “But he looked good that way.”

“Jiang must’ve really bewitched you.”

“Yeah, Feng Nanshu, you’re so pretty, and your standards must be terrifyingly high. Jiang might look a bit delicate, but how did he enchant you like this?”

Ignoring them, Feng Nanshu had her own firm opinion on just how good-looking her brother really was.

At this moment, Jiang Qin was walking along the corridor, exchanging a glance with the little rich girl and gradually approached her.

“What are you doing here?”

“Chatting about gossip with classmates.”

Jiang Qin reached into his pocket and pulled out a watermelon-shaped candy: “Saw it at the supermarket yesterday.”

Feng Nanshu took it, looked it over, then unwrapped and popped it into her mouth, her cheeks puffing up like a squirrel hiding pine cones.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Qin fell silent for a moment, realizing he truly couldn’t imagine what she’d be like as a mother.

Hiss…

Too thrilling.

Jiang Qin, with a grim expression, turned and entered a classroom.

The last two classes in the afternoon were PE, the very reason Jiang Qin decided to return to campus today.

Being a former billionaire CEO and college student, he knew well not to mind how much money you had; when it came to school, everyone loved PE class.

Wen Jinrui took this opportunity to report on the feedback from the group-buy branch and headquarters to Jiang Qin.

“Dianping has integrated GIS services provided by Baidu and updated their website. Their well-rating list was already decent but seems to be warming up again.”

“Nuomi now accepts payments via Tenpay and is competing with LaShou for the southern market.”

“The investment into Hengtong Freight has been transferred; they are now expanding and recruiting more staff. Their old fleet just did a transport for Shanghai, and the efficiency was pretty good.”

“Tonight’s Headlines has started its beta testing phase, and surveys are being collected. The big data center in Shanghai will adjust accordingly based on feedback.”

“Feixin wanted to place ads on Zhihu but was denied as per your previous instructions.”

“Also, the second round of promotional funds from Alipay has arrived; there’s a contract that needs your signature, I’ve brought it over.”

In Linchuan University’s gym’s tennis court viewing area, Jiang Qin was sitting in the middle of the third row surrounded by blue seats.

Beside him was his secretary, Wen Jinrui, who started reporting one by one according to the documents she brought.

This wasn’t some seminar; it was a targeted work report, so Wen Jinrui didn’t need to memorize and kept reading from the documents.

However, as she read, she suddenly felt something was off because the boss kept hissing beside her as if he were being scalded.

So, slightly puzzled, Wen Jinrui looked up to see her boss staring at the first lady playing tennis, his hissing continuous.

“Boss…?”

“Hmm?”

Jiang Qin snapped back, “What’s up?”

Wen Jinrui hesitated, “The promotional funds from Alipay have arrived; you need to sign a confirmation document.”

“Did you bring it?”

“Yes.”

Wen Jinrui opened her bag, took out a document, and handed it to Jiang Qin.

Then Jiang Qin took the pen and boldly scribbled three characters with ease and flair—Jiang Ainan.

Wen Jinrui’s gaze froze, her bewilderment deepening as she saw Jiang Qin tremble like he had stepped on a tail, disbelief in his eyes.

“?”

“Forget it, I won’t sign now. I’ll sign when I go to the company tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay…”

Wen Jinrui nodded thoughtfully, eyeing the contract before turning and leaving the court.

At that moment, Jiang Qin spread out the contract again, staring at the name as if it were magical, making his heart thump wildly.

Unbeknownst to him, Feng Nanshu had already left the court, picked up a ball that had flown out, and returned to Jiang Qin’s side to drink water.

From her angle, she could perfectly see the three characters on the contract, then stayed dumbfounded for a moment before quietly crouching down and peering closer.

“That name sounds nice.”

“?”

Jiang Qin snapped the contract shut, “You know whose name this is?”

Feng Nanshu squinted like a cat, “No, not a tiny bit.”

“I thought you might know.”

“I think I could get to know it.”

Getting ready for the red carpet now; the gala might end around 11 PM, so probably no updates tonight.