Chapter 552: The Story of Five Pillows

Wang Haini’s best friend’s boyfriend’s pillow arrived soon. She brought back a big puffy package to the dorm, opened it, and secretly hid it in her bed, even thoughtfully covering it with a quilt.

She wasn’t the type to steal her best friend’s boyfriend. Still, the more she thought about it, the more thrilling it felt.

The thrill wasn’t because the pillow had Jiang Qin printed on it. It was because her bed faced Feng Nanshu’s!

Who’s the peak of excitement on this thrilling path? Seeing Haini makes one forget everything else!

Before she could hide it, Feng Nanshu discovered the pillow.

It was mainly because she was sitting below, while a cylindrical shape protruded noticeably from the bed above.

When the quilt was lifted, Wang Haini for the first time understood what murderous intent was.

And Gao Wenhui, Fan Shuling, they all widened their eyes, commenting in seven words, “Haini is really wild.”

“Don’t sleep with my brother!”

“My brother is dirty…”

With a stern face, Feng Nanshu didn’t speak to Wang Haini the whole night, until Wang Haini promised to give her the pillow and swore not to secretly order them for sleeping anymore. Only then did she slightly calm down.

Then, the little rich girl ordered another one online using the handsomest photo she found, and then she watched for the logistics updates every day.

The custom pillow maker was puzzled; this guy, with such a compelling face, was surprisingly popular.

Jiang Qin didn’t return to the group-buy headquarters until the afternoon. He intended to take Feng Nanshu to dinner and perhaps a bath afterward. Instead, he saw her riding a little pink bike, loaded with packages headed to the dorm.

Among them was a particularly large one, wedged between the pedals, nearly falling off as she tackled the speed bumps.

“Feng Nanshu!”

Jiang Qin, standing near the back door of the college supermarket, called out to the swiftly moving little rich girl.

The little rich girl immediately stopped her bike, looking at him clearly: “Brother.”

“Why did you buy so much?”

“Just a little bit.”

Jiang Qin reached into the basket to pull out a square box: “Can I open it to see?”

Feng Nanshu nodded: “Yes.”

“Let me find a tool…”

Jiang Qin took a key from his pocket to cut the tape, and just by chance, inside was a pair of keychains.

One had a pink heart-shaped lock pendant, and the other bore a heart-shaped keyring, both engraved with a handwritten ‘LOVE’.

“What are these?”

Feng Nanshu squinted: “Best friend keychains.”

Jiang Qin looked at the keychains for a long time: “This best friend sentiment seems quite serious.”

With a cool face, Feng Nanshu snatched the keychains, giving him the one with the heart-shaped key, asking him to swap them.

It’s 2011, not 2021. There are no fingerprint or code locks, so almost everyone carries a key.

Jiang Qin had the dorm keys for 207 and 208, as well as car keys.

Feng Nanshu also had keys for her own dorm, little pink’s key, and Jiang Qin’s house key.

Yes, Feng Nanshu had the key to Jiang Qin’s house, but he didn’t.

In fact, ever since the little rich girl spent Spring Festival at Jiang Qin’s house, Yuan Youqin had already made her a key, while Jiang Qin only had the spare key hidden under the doormat.

So, this keychain was quite useful.

Moreover, the keychain pendant was quite fitting, as Gao Wenhui once said that Feng Nanshu locked her true self deep inside, even locking away her own access.

Only her good friend, thus exuding an air of confidence, could unlock the lock on her heart.

Jiang Qin removed his keys one by one, attaching them to the new keychain, holding it up: “The more I look, the less it seems like a best friend keychain.”

“Then look less.”

“?”

Jiang Qin then opened other packages, discovering that all the items came in pairs: mugs, slippers, every item included one for him.

Feng Nanshu parked the bike aside, squatting next to him, leaning on Jiang Qin’s shoulder, and watched him open one box after another.

On the fourth box, Jiang Qin found a set of best friend underwear.

One was boxer-style, and the other was briefs style, all printed with roaring little tigers.

“You… started caring about best friend’s outfits too?!”

“Bought it accidentally.”

Not showing any guilt, Feng Nanshu: “Best friend underwear.”

Jiang Qin stuffed her briefs back into the box, pocketing his own, then packed all packages into the largest box for easier handling by the little rich girl.

Finally, he reached for that large cylindrical object.

He’d been curious about what was inside, but opening packages was like opening blind boxes. The small ones were just appetizers; obviously, the biggest and most expensive were saved for last.

But before Jiang Qin could open it, Feng Nanshu grabbed the large cylinder.

“Brother, let’s not open this one.”

“What’s inside?”

“Good stuff.”

After hearing this, Jiang Qin reached to open it: “Good stuff definitely needs a look!”

Feng Nanshu snatched it back: “No, it will bite if opened.”

“?”

“It bites? Is there a dog inside?”

Feng Nanshu nodded seriously, then picked up the package, carrying her pillow humming and huffing upstairs, reminding Jiang Qin to charge little pink on her way.

Jiang Qin felt something was fishy with the little rich girl. He planned to find time to spank her well and force out the truth before he headed to the cafeteria.

On the way back, he saw many people carrying package boxes to the dormitories.

Young master Cao had also bought a lot, including a foreign luxury watch that shone brilliantly on his wrist, no less impressive than Jiang Qin’s Patek Philippe.

After dinner, Jiang Qin returned and couldn’t help but sneer: “Taobao… there’s still a lot of fakes. For genuine products, I suggest going to Pine Selected.”

“I know.”

“Then why do you still use Taobao?”

“What I bought are fakes. I don’t understand watches well, and always have to convert the time. It’s easier to check the phone.”

Cao Guangyu shook his wrist lightly: “But with my temperament, plus the identity of a rich second generation, even if I wear a fake, people think it’s real. There’s really no need to buy a genuine one; the fake ones are cheaper.”

While talking, their neighbor Zhang Guangfa came by for a walk and immediately noticed the watch on young master Cao’s wrist: “Yo, bought a fake watch? It’s quite shiny. Looks like gold.”

“?????”

“How did you know it’s fake?”

Zhang Guangfa paused: “Don’t know, maybe it’s the aura?”

Cao Guangyu took off the watch and put it on Jiang Qin’s wrist: “How about now?”

“Hiss, you know what…”

Zhang Guangfa furrowed his brows, staring intently for a long while: “Maybe I was mistaken. This watch might actually be genuine.”

Cao Guangyu nearly burst into barks of anger: “Get lost. You’ve got cancer of the eyes. No saving you!”

“I’m only telling the truth…”

Jiang Qin couldn’t help but laugh out loud, then suddenly heard his phone go crazy with notifications.

He opened it to see two pictures from Gao Wenhui. One showed a pillow with his photo hanging on the wall; the other was also imprinted with his photo and hung at Feng Nanshu’s bedside.

“Jiang Qin, please control your wife. Now, every time I turn off the lights, I can see you dying with your eyes open. Can’t even sleep!”

Jiang Qin: “What the hell is this?”

Gao Wenhui: “Your wife’s custom pillow. Says she can see you as soon as she gets up, and has to hug it every time she gets down!”

Feng Nanshu: “Haini taught me. I’m not lying this time.”

Jiang Qin sent an angry emoji: “Take it down right away. It’s really inauspicious. And how can Gao Wenhui freeride on a face worth six million every day!”

“I won’t.”

“Listen to me.”

Feng Nanshu sent a crying emoji: “Took it down.”

Gao Wenhui: “She didn’t take it down. She didn’t even get out of bed. She dares lie to you about taking it down now, what about later tricking you into having kids!”

Feng Nanshu: “Gao Wenhui, you bad person!”

Jiang Qin opened his contacts to call the dormitory’s aunt to go upstairs and seize his pillows.

Pine Group had a hostel station at Linchuan Uni, manned by dormitory aunts. They earn extra monthly salaries, so naturally, they treat Jiang Qin’s words as sacred.

Soon, the aunt called back, reporting that five pillows were confiscated and asking how he wanted them handled.

Jiang Qin was numbed, thinking it should be two. How did it turn into five?

“503 two, 506 three.”

“?”

“How did 506 also have my pillow? Whose place were they found?”

“Jian Chun, Jiang Tian, and one named Song Qingqing. That’s how it’s marked on the dormitory location map.”

Jiang Qin felt stunned, muttering good heavens internally.

These girls, seemingly quiet and gentle, but underneath, anything goes.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door, and Zhuang Chen walked in, calling Zhang Guangfa back to clean up.

He had been sullen the past few days, but today he was unusually bright, also holding a cup of milk tea, waving it in front of Jiang Qin.

“Did you find money? You seem so happy,” Zhang Guangfa glanced at him.

Zhuang Chen smiled slightly: “Jian Chun brought me this milk tea this afternoon.”

“She gave you milk tea? Bought extra, right?”

“No, I’ve been helping their dorm with their packages these days, and Jian Chun specifically bought milk tea for me.”

Hearing this, Zhang Guangfa sighed: “Didn’t you decide to leave Jian Chun and become a better person after watching ‘Those Years’? It’s only been a week, and you’re pestering her again?”

Zhuang Chen furrowed his brow: “I just happened to pass by the delivery station and lent a hand.”

“Didn’t you say you’ve been helping for several days? You pass there every day, always bumping into them? Besides, what packages? Can’t they pick them up themselves? Old Zhuang, don’t deceive yourself.”

“I’m telling the truth! They ordered large items, over one meter eighty, cylindrical, hard for girls to carry. I’ve helped them with three.”

Zhang Guangfa clearly didn’t believe it: “Yeah, each of them bought a column.”

Zhuang Chen got a bit anxious: “I’m serious!”

“Stop arguing, I believe Zhuang Chen.”

Jiang Qin softly said then glanced at Zhuang Chen, spotting that he was holding a new beverage from Xitian, called Mint Milktea.