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    “My chopsticks were snatched away, never got to taste the billionaire’s spit,” Wang Haini sighed, fetching a new pair.

    How thrilling a violation before the wife, a shame it failed.

    Yet Feng Nanshu’s anxious expression just now was quite satisfying, such a little vinegar pot.

    Jiang Qin was nearly full, patted his stomach, dropped his spoon, and sighed contentedly, then suddenly remembered something with a serious look.

    “Right, about the photo of the feet, did anyone explain that?”

    “?”

    Hearing this, Feng Nanshu dropped her soup spoon onto the plate with a clang, immediately putting on a face of innocence.

    Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini looked up, a blank expression on their faces, “What feet?”

    “It’s about the little devil sending me photos of her feet daily during my business trip, angles all tricky.”

    Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini exchanged glances, “We didn’t teach that.”

    Jiang Qin checked his phone, “Wasn’t it taught by you?”

    “What kind of foot photos?”

    “They are pretty, tempting, very…”

    Wang Haini swiftly snatched Jiang Qin’s phone, shocked after one look, “Feng Nanshu, do you and your husband play such perverse games?”

    Gao Wenhui also peeked, “Definitely not taught by Wang Haini. She wouldn’t know how. The most she can do is awkwardly squeeze a gap, still part-hidden.”

    “Nonsense, mine isn’t squeezed, it’s natural!”

    “Feng Nanshu’s is natural, yours is squeezed!”

    Jiang Qin thought, what are you all talking about? I’m seriously inquiring about one part I’m interested in, and you’ve veered off to another I’m keen on.

    Youth is indeed frivolous. If you keep this up, my mind might explode.

    He grabbed the phone back, turned to Feng Nanshu who was still curious, silently moved closer for a look, then Jang tugged her smooth cherubic face, instantly docile.

    “What are you looking at? It’s the feet photos you took, speak up. Met any saucy friends? Who taught you?”

    Hearing “again”, Wang Haini slammed the table, “What do you mean ‘met saucy friends again’? That word ‘again’ sounds so rude!”

    Feng Nanshu glanced at Jiang Qin, “I learned these myself.”

    “Self-taught? Impossible. That angle can’t be just casually achieved.”

    Jiang Qin pointed at the photo showing black translucent stockings stretching forward, blushing cute, a blur in the background revealing the little rich girl’s aloof expression, his biggest weakness.

    If not for being sensible, he would have set it as his screensaver right there.

    Feng Nanshu pulled up her coat collar to cover half her face, eyes glistening as she looked at him.

    “You checked my search history last time. I told Su Nai I also wanted to see yours, and she gave me access. I found you look at such photos daily, so I learned a bit.”

    “Alright, alright, Su Nai’s been honest for so long, it’s about time she cooked up something big for me. And she really did.”

    Jiang Qin mused, recalling Su Nai’s five-figure salary.

    Then, a ding sound, down a digit.

    But moments later, ding ding, it shot up, almost breaking six figures.

    “Brother, don’t dock Su Nai’s salary.”

    “Her salary was about to exceed mine just now…”

    “?”

    Meanwhile, Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini were still debating if it’s squeezed out, like boys competing who can pee farther, a matter of pride.

    Little Gao insisted it’s squeezed, angering Wang Haini who gripped her collar wanting to seek Jiang Qin’s judgment.

    Feng Nanshu wouldn’t let Jiang Qin judge, covering his eyes with her hands.

    Jiang Qin felt dizzy, thinking this dorm of the little rich girl has some spice, a crazy fan of k-dramas is the most normal one here.

    Meanwhile, it was mealtime, lots of people coming in from outside, gathered at the windows to order food, to eat.

    Soon someone spotted Feng Nanshu, naturally noticing Jiang Qin.

    Thus, murmurs suddenly rose, mostly whispers, glances shooting over here, mouths muttering about “endorsements” and “advertisements”.

    Some even got distracted looking at Jiang Qin, bumping into the sterilization cabinet, then covering their faces and leaving.

    In business, people care about tactics and layout, but for these ordinary university students, it’s the advertisement that sparks more discussion, that’s the value of advertising spread.

    And the ad from Jiang Qin was indeed catchy, otherwise Feng Nanshu almost wouldn’t be staying in the cafeteria.

    Years later, Jiang Qin’s reversal of public opinion, thrashing his peers might not be remembered much, but this ad might well become a mark of the era.

    “President Jiang, you’ve made quite a name, everyone’s discussing your ad.”

    “I’m quite used to it already.”

    Jiang Qin waved his hand indifferently, “Before I returned to Kyoto, one morning I went down for a run, a young lady chased after me asking if I was Yanzi. I said no, I’m Jiang Qin. She said she mistook me because I looked so similar.”

    Gao Wenhui directly spit out, thinking that statement just wasted six seconds of her life.

    Wang Haini pursed her lips, feeling Jiang Qin managed to settle the public opinion so quickly because of his shamelessness, who could beat these two things?

    Feng Nanshu thought differently, she just wanted to know who that young lady was.

    As time passed, more people came to eat, looking at them quite a bit, so Jiang Qin and the others simply cleared their trays, left the cafeteria, strolling aimlessly to the sports field.

    Then the four of them split up.

    Feng Nanshu stuck to Jiang Qin without watching where she was going, followed wherever he led; but when she came to her senses, she found herself led by her friend to the wall at the edge of the maple forest…

    Then she was pinned against the wall, her sweet lips accurately kissed.

    The little rich girl was mentally prepared because when she realized her friend intentionally took her to a dark place, she knew a kiss was coming but still froze when their lips locked.

    Then she obediently leaned against the wall, hands behind her back, feeling she would be kissed to death.

    After a long kiss, Feng Nanshu was all muzzy, only remembering unintentionally fidgeting with something, then her pert buttocks smacked hard.

    Still fidgeting, still getting spanked, fidget and spank again.

    Finally, Feng Nanshu opened her eyes, pitifully huddled in his arms, dizzy to the point of not knowing directions.

    “Where are they…?”

    “There’s a couple over there, could it be them?”

    “Definitely not, they aren’t kissing.”

    “How about that couple on the left?”

    “Shouldn’t be them either. President Jiang’s kissing is very dominant, not shaky like it’s their first time.”

    Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini circled the sports field, stopping to watch any kissing couple, but none were them.

    The sports field in deep autumn was frighteningly cold, barely any shadows besides the romantically involved couples; they couldn’t have lost each other for real, they didn’t believe it.

    Definitely intentional.

    Just off to kiss, huh? All university students, who doesn’t know about that. But why kiss secretly, treating them like strangers, right?

    Just then, Fan Shuling finished eating in the cafeteria and spotted them from afar, not resisting walking over.

    “What are you doing here? Heading back to the dorm?”

    “Yes, but we’re looking for Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu, they sneaked off to kiss.”

    Fan Shuling’s eyes sparkled, “My God, are they together at last? Congratulations!”

    Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini paused, “Uh… not yet.”

    “Huh? How can they kiss if they’re not together?”

    Fan Shuling had been busy with graduate exams all through her third year, also attending interviews, preparing papers, usually holed up in the study room all day, not even locking her door to return to the dorm, so she wasn’t updated timely.

    Gao Wenhui lowered her voice, “They’ve redefined friendship, now best friends can kiss too.”

    “?”

    But before she could ask more, she saw Feng Nanshu led back by Jiang Qin along the path beside the maple forest, their tall figures matching perfectly.

    Feng Nanshu had snapped out of it by then; from afar, she saw the “lost” Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini, and also saw Fan Shuling, immediately raising her hand to wave.

    Seeing them, Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini stepped forward, but before they could speak, the clever Jiang Qin already countered with words.

    “The sports field is this small and barely any ghosts around, how could you get lost?”

    “?????”

    Jiang Qin put on a slightly angry face, leading Feng Nanshu to the three, “I’ve been looking for you two for half an hour, my… legs are numb, do you really feel alright about this?”

    Gao Wenhui chuckled, “You’d better mean your legs not your mouth.”

    “Tsk…”

    Jiang Qin pursed his lips, “Really gotta study, can barely understand university students these days. But luckily, found you. Little rich girl, I’m heading back first.”

    Gao Wenhui and Wang Haini definitely didn’t want to let her off, reaching out to stop her, but Jiang Qin ran really fast, vanishing in a flash.

    Kiss and run, thrilling!

    As Jiang Qin left the sports field, he felt his phone vibrating non-stop in his pocket, checking to see a message from young master Cao.

    “Old Jiang, you back?”

    “I heard they said you were in the cafeteria? True or not?”

    “Speak up, are you back or not, don’t suddenly surprise me!”

    Jiang Qin squinted, thinking Chinese characters are truly amazing, always able to convey other meanings.

    Like young master Cao, seems like he’s writing “don’t come over” all over the screen!

    Chapter Summary

    A thrilling chapter where playful and saucy banter leads to misread situations and revealing photography skills. Personal relationships and public opinions intertwine, exhibiting influence and image in daily interactions, culminating in a public kiss that redefines friendship.

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