Chapter 540: Almost Kissed to Death

“Speaking of which, the victory this time was truly brilliant. The boss should treat us to a meal.”

“Right, a celebration is indeed needed.”

Lu Feiyu muttered to himself from behind, thinking his idea was brilliant. He wanted to raise his voice so the boss could hear.

Shi Miaomiao next to him heard and gave him an encouraging look.

No choice, Lu Feiyu was their entire 208’s spokesperson, and some things could only be said by someone as blunt as him.

What Lu Feiyu didn’t expect was that even his faint muttering was picked up by Jiang Qin.

“Hmm? A meeting? Who just mentioned having a meeting, and a celebration one at that?”

Jiang Qin’s eyes chilled. “I just got off the plane and am eager to have a meeting? Are you addicted? Is it you, Old Lu? Are you trying to bully me in the workplace?”

Lu Feiyu held his breath. “Not at all, boss. I didn’t say a word.”

“So I heard wrong?”

“Umm…”

Lu Feiyu thought to himself that was close, almost ended up in a meeting instead of a dinner.

Jiang flicked his wallet on the table with a chuckle. “Always thinking of meetings, it pities me. Let’s go out for dinner tonight, Lanlan organize it. Eat something good, don’t come back with any money left in the wallet.”

“Me organize? Aren’t you coming, boss?”

“I’ll pass. Going back to school to catch up on some coursework I’ve neglected…”

As Jiang Qin spoke, he paused, wondering if he was in his third or fourth year.

Never mind, no big deal. Just ask in the WeChat group later.

“Lanlan, arrange for someone to drop me off.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Watching Jiang Qin leave, Lu Feiyu grabbed the boss’s wallet to find a thick stack of bills, which calmed him. “I thought it would just be a few coins. Since when did the boss start loving studying?”

Dong Wenhao shook his head. “Not really, did you notice a detail?”

“What?”

“The boss came in with his bag and never put it down, which shows he wasn’t planning to stay long. Where can’t he study? He must go back because there’s someone at school he misses.”

In the transitioning season from autumn to winter, coupled with the wind, Linchuan’s temperature was so low it felt impossible to extend a hand.

Jiang Qin sent a message to Feng Nanshu and then dozed off in the car, only to find the campus covered in golden maple leaves once he arrived.

Over the grass, under the street lights, and at the supermarket door, the broadcast kept playing, “You only smelt my perfume, yet failed to see my sweating…”

This kind of thing feels alright with visuals, but just the sound makes it somewhat embarrassing.

However, Jiang Qin didn’t stop to keep listening but continued forward.

Meanwhile, at the boundary between the Financial School female dormitory and the main road, Feng Nanshu who received Jiang Qin’s message appeared at the corner and walked out.

She wore a khaki Korean-style coat, stepped in black leather boots, and her hair draped over her shoulders, not looking much like a student but more a young female teacher.

The kind extraordinarily stunning yet intensely aloof young female teacher.

Jiang Qin caught a glance of her across the corridor pillars and suddenly stopped.

He usually went to the female dormitory building to fetch her. Little rich girl loved clinging, barely separable once they met. This was one of the rare moments to see her walking towards him from across.

Especially on this dry autumn path with fallen golden leaves, the scene looked straight out of a Korean drama.

“Tempting little imp…”

In Jiang Qin’s heart, Feng Nanshu always behaved clingy, but visually there was always a stunning contrast.

At this moment, the little rich girl also saw Jiang Qin. Her typically unwelcoming eyes suddenly brightened, and she hurried over, hands still tucked in her coat pockets.

Jiang Qin, fearing she might trip, stretched his arms to embrace her, getting bumped by her soft sides.

Then Feng Nanshu said nothing, her face resting against his chest, her moist eyes narrowing into a line, showing a look of enjoyment.

Linchuan University’s campus never lacked couples. Even if the temperature cooled, love’s warmth endured.

Holding Feng Nanshu, Jiang Qin looked across, seeing many couples strolling in the cold wind, all immersed in university love…

Then he looked down at the little rich girl in his arms, “University Friendships.”

Jiang discarded his backpack onto the ground, stroked Feng Nanshu’s smooth cheek and, without warning, kissed her, bullying her small mouth, tasting a hint of her sweet moistness.

“Tall…”

“Little mouths aren’t for talking.”

“Brother…”

Feng Nanshu’s body softened, she slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling lightly and then seemed to forget everything as she slightly parted her mouth reciprocating Jiang Qin’s explorations with faint hums.

Mr. Jiang was also surprised by his own directness.

Kissing as friends differs from as lovers, the main difference lies in the longer prelude.

For instance, pretending to talk as friends should, dutifully eating a meal, unintentionally buying a roasted sweet potato…

Today, it was utterly without pretense…

No need to ask, it was all because of the feet.

Jiang Qin, twirling the little rich girl’s tongue tip, quickly discovered the reason for this friendship slightly losing control.

Who lets the little rich girl send pictures of her feet daily on WeChat while he was away, especially those with high sheer black stockings, half-off little leather shoes?

There’s a saying, half-off shoes are pretty much like lifting a skirt to peek at panties…

After all, traditionally, a girl’s feet are considered even more private than other parts.

Another famous foot lover, Zhang Wuji, also captured Zhao Min with this trick, thoroughly enchanting the cool and sassy damsel.

Back to the point, if feet are that private, it seems he has tasted the little rich girl’s…

Is it that foot-lovers naturally overcome the aloof? Or does the aloof naturally attract foot-lovers?

Either way, blame the feet. Her pokes are always so accurate and good.

Meanwhile, Feng Nanshu quietly opened her eyes, dazed for a long while before refocusing. Seeing Jiang Qin with his eyes closed, deeply moved, she didn’t know what he was thinking, but she felt almost kissed to death.

“Just now, what were you trying to say?”

“I’m being kissed to death…”

“Not that, the sentence before the kisses.”

“Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini were behind us… uh, now beside us.”

Feng Nanshu stretched her hand, pointing to her right.

Clap, clap, clap—

Jiang Qin, hearing three rhythmic claps, turned his head and saw Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini, looking shocked at them.

They already knew Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu often kissed. Last time during a night run on the sports field, once they disappeared, the duo knew this pair of friends had probably gone off to sneak some kisses.

But in their imaginations, since it was just friendly kissing, it should have been just a light peck.

Seeing it in person now, good heavens, it still was Mr. Jiang going strong, Feng Nanshu almost kissed into oblivion.

“So this is just being good friends, huh? I’m blown away, Mr. Jiang. If you’re talking about thrills, it has to be you two.”

Wang Haini was completely flabbergasted.

Gao Wenhui felt a bit hyperglycemic, her hands clenched: “Did you know, every New Year our family slaughters a pig. The pig struggles in pain with one knife cut, and my tender heart can’t even watch.”

“?”

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying the scene of slaughtering the pig isn’t as intense as you two just now.”

Jiang Qin chuckled. “Not seeing you for a few days, Miss Gao’s gotten sweeter. Did you swap your salary for it?”

Gao Wenhui’s face changed. “You dare not to deduct my salary!”

Jiang Qin spat out, then looked at the little rich girl, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Feng Nanshu squinted, “I couldn’t open my mouth.”

“Then why didn’t you come together?”

“My legs are longer.”

Jiang Qin paused then leaned down to peck the little rich girl again, “Yes, we’ve redefined friendship.”

Calm and forthright, without a hint of guilt, as if saying, “Yes, we have a child.”

Mr. Jiang’s thoughts were simple since they often were with the little rich girl, they were bound to see him kissing her eventually. Now, they no longer need to sneak around.

Heard of underground romance, never underground friendship. What’s there to hide? It’s all clear and straightforward.

“Damn, Mr. Jiang, aren’t you too brazen? Kissing again?”

“Friends can be like this, don’t act so surprised. And speak of kissing again.”

After hearing this, Feng Nanshu pointed a finger at Wang Haini, seriously saying, “Keep talking, I dare you to.”

Jiang Qin grasped her hand, “Let’s not talk, let’s eat. I’m so hungry, thought I’d score a meal at the group-buy headquarters but then was asked to have a meeting as soon as I entered…”

“Ow.”

The canteen’s food was very homely, but having not eaten it in a while, it still tasted quite good.

Jiang Qin had just ladled a bowl of old duck soup when Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini started bombarding him with questions.

They weren’t here to be third wheels, but genuinely curious because the “endorsement body” is currently too popular online, especially on the Zhihu forum, like poking a hornet’s nest.

They were also very curious whether the group-buy was being targeted.

“You could say it was targeted, but it’s all behind us now. It’s all calm seas ahead.”

“Public opinion battles are common in business, not something to be overly concerned about.”

Jiang Qin was just muttering when suddenly clatter, Gao Wenhui’s chopsticks dropped to the floor.

Feng Nanshu was already done eating and passed her chopsticks over.

Gao Wenhui hesitated, “I don’t need them, Nanshu, it’s not that I’m disgusted, but you were kissing for so long, I’m afraid of getting Jiang’s saliva.”

“?”

“I’ll use them.”

Wang Haini swapped her chopsticks with Feng Nanshu’s, “Let me taste some of Mr. Jiang’s saliva.”

Feng Nanshu blushed and snatched the chopsticks back, “Not giving.”

Jiang Qin was numb, “Little rich girl, what kind of fairies are in your dorm?”