Chapter 554: Aunt’s Visit

After the start of winter, the temperature dropped quickly, sweaters were exchanged for coats, and coats for padded jackets.

Jiang Qin pocketed his hands and entered the teaching building, facing the chilly morning dawn.

The copyright infringement issue with Tonight’s Headlines was being handled by Dong Wenhao and Lu Feiyu, while the community engagement for Group-Buy was monitored by Tan Qing and Wei Lanlan. As the boss, he no longer entered the fray easily.

At this point, his university days were nearly at an end, and he cherished the remaining time.

Since his rebirth, he had been busy with business and had actually spent only enough time at Linchuan University to complete his sophomore year.

During one’s life, student days are perhaps the cleanest time, a luxury money can’t buy, so he decided to attend more classes.

Brain learning mode activate!

Jiang Qin muttered to himself and then his expression turned silly.

It seems he didn’t have this hardware installed…

“Jiang Qin, that… please fill out the physical fitness form.”

“By hand? Aren’t we testing?”

“We finished testing last Wednesday, but since you missed class, just fill it out manually.”

Jiang Tian wore a white turtleneck sweater, her long hair draped over her shoulders slightly curled, paired with a short skirt and thick flesh-colored stockings, speaking in a delicate voice.

She had been class president for three and a half years and had then spent two years in the student council, handling matters very seriously, especially as she matured with age.

Many seniors had pursued her before, and after joining the student council, she received no shortage of milk tea treats.

In her senior year, several junior boys still thought fondly of her, but none succeeded.

Yet this serious lady secretly kept a Jiang Qin pillow in her dorm, clamping it between her legs as she slept.

Those confiscated pillows were still in the dormitory supervisor’s room, undecided on how to handle them.

Jiang Qin had looked at them yesterday morning; it’s hard to describe, but it was quite shocking.

The “rich girl” had two clean ones that seemed freshly delivered, but they had marks around the neck that made Jiang Qin shiver as he looked.

The ones from room 506 had some dry marks resembling urine stains.

Jiang Qin dared not think or ask, only reminding himself repeatedly on his way out: good-looking boys must take good care of themselves.

“Err, wrote it wrong.”

“You can erase it and rewrite…”

Jiang Qin crossed out the incorrectly written words, quickly filled in the correct ones, and handed the form to Jiang Tian, then glanced unintentionally at Jian Chun and Song Qingqing nearby.

Unbeknownst to him, Jian Chun was nervously staring his way, hurriedly looking away the moment their eyes met, shrinking like a quail.

“Jiang Qin saw us, he must know about the pillow…”

“It’s okay, a male idol will understand. It’s normal for young girls to be fiery, the boys are often like this too.”

“How do you know boys are like this too?”

“My QQ Space visitor log gets full every night after eleven, a lot of them are regulars. I have an album from a hot spring trip, wearing a swimsuit, showing legs—it’s very popular.”

“…”

Jian Chun, not as uninhibited and free as Song Qingqing, kept her head down, feeling like Jiang Qin was still watching her, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

That evening, the dorm supervisor at the School of Finance suddenly conducted a room check.

In winter, due to fire safety, there were more inspections for prohibited items like quick heaters, small hot pots, and power strips.

But they never expected the supervisor’s target to be their pillows; she confiscated them upon entering.

They also overheard the supervisor phoning someone, saying two were confiscated from 503 and three from 506, even mentioning their names…

Jian Chun’s face flushed red as if on fire, imagining Jiang Qin’s reaction when he found out.

Except for Wang Haini, which maiden could withstand such embarrassment?

At that moment, Jiang Tian returned with the fitness form, her face also flushed, appearing as if she’d cry the next second, continually fanning her face with the form, trying to cool down.

“What’s wrong?”

Jiang Tian lowered her voice: “Jiang Qin knows about the pillow…”

“What?”

Jian Chun blushed even more: “You asked him?”

Jiang Tian put the fitness form on the table: “Just see for yourself.”

Jian Chun glanced and saw in the name column, Jiang Qin initially wrote an incorrect character related to ‘pillow’ and hastily crossed it out, then correctly wrote his name.

“When I went to find him, he might have been distracted thinking about the pillow and wrote it wrong by mistake.”

“My god…”

Jian Chun felt breathless, leaning over the table with a groan.

Fortunately, they were all complicit, so no one had to bear the embarrassment alone.

“Jian Chun, are you feverish? Why is your face so red?”

“No, I’m not flustered, not at all…”

Jian Chun buried her face between her arms, vehemently denying it, her face growing even hotter.

“?”

Zhuang Chen was slightly startled, wondering why her accent had suddenly changed.

Meanwhile, Jiang Qin stood up and called out to Cao bro and others to go pee, but none of the three wanted to.

He felt awkward about asking Song Qingqing and the others to go instead, so he pocketed his hands and left the classroom.

Feng Nanshu stood in the hallway listening to gossip. Seeing Jiang Qin walk out, she puffed her cheeks with a series of hums, looking rather haughty and staring without speaking.

“Why don’t you call me ‘brother’ anymore?”

“You won’t let me hang your pillow.”

“Holding a grudge…”

As Jiang Qin walked by, he casually pinched her cheek then headed to the restroom.

When he returned, the bell for class suddenly rang, and those chatting in the hallway hurried back to the classroom, while Jiang Qin went with the “rich girl” to the next class.

Feng Nanshu liked attending classes with Jiang Qin, but she couldn’t concentrate, her mind filled with thoughts of him.

She once told Jiang Qin it would have been great if they were just good friends in high school, but with her friend-brain glued to Jiang Qin since then, she couldn’t even attend Linchuan, let alone Lanxiang.

“Don’t keep looking at me, I need to study seriously.”

“Ao.”

Feng Nanshu responded, then glanced down, hooking her finger lightly on Jiang Qin’s waistband, peeking inside.

Jiang Qin jumped: “Feng Nanshu, what are you doing?”

“Just checking if you’re wearing ‘friend’ underwear,” Feng Nanshu replied, looking somewhat justified.

“…”

Jiang Qin narrowed his eyes: “I am!”

Feng Nanshu pursed her lips: “I didn’t see it just now.”

“You really need to check, huh?”

Jiang Qin grabbed the waistband and pulled it out: “See, I am! Don’t talk to me again, I need to study.”

Feng Nanshu exclaimed and turned her head towards the blackboard.

Three seconds later, the one who said he needed to study, Jiang Qin, looked at Feng Nanshu: “Are you wearing ‘friend’ underwear?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

Feng Nanshu also pulled out a bit of the edge for him to see, and Jiang Qin couldn’t help but smack her lightly.

The “rich girl” looked confused, not understanding why she was being rewarded.

Meanwhile, outside the classroom, a woman in a gray coat watched them through the window glass.

From this angle, she couldn’t see their small actions under the table but could see their inseparable gazes, her lips curling into a smile.

The bell for class break soon rang, and Feng Nanshu stood up, obediently standing while Jiang Qin helped her button up, a scene also witnessed by the woman outside.

When the two walked hand in hand out of the classroom and saw the person at the door, they were obviously surprised.

“Aunt, why are you here?”

“I missed Nanshu, you two are so lazy, not even coming to see your uncle and aunt.”

Jiang Qin looked seriously at Feng Nanshu: “You’re too lazy, not even taking me to see your uncle and aunt!”

Feng Nanshu paused: “I’m not lazy, I’ve been very diligent.”

Qin Jingqiu watched them with a radiant smile, suddenly reminded of her youthful days dating Feng Shihua.

Especially just now, watching them whisper to each other brought back a flood of youthful images.

She also noticed her niece seemed brighter, her eyes more lively, her expressions richer and cuter than her previously cold demeanor.

It seems Jiang Qin really dotes on her.

As a woman, Qin Jingqiu knew her niece’s coldness was armor to protect herself.

The more unnerved she felt, the thicker the armor she wore. Only beside someone who gave her a sense of security would she begin to shed it layer by layer.

“Aunt, you haven’t stayed long before; how about trying our university’s cafeteria this time?”

“Sure.”

“You’re not in a hurry to go back, right? Linchuan has quite a lot of delicious food.”

Jiang Qin led the way holding Feng Nanshu’s hand, casually asking.

In simpler terms, it could have just been, ‘Aunt, when are you going back?’ If it were a naive college student, they’d likely have said it that plainly.

But that kind of question sounds somewhat rude, as if eagerly waiting for someone to leave.

However, Jiang Qin’s way of asking seemed very friendly and natural.

“I’ll go back tomorrow afternoon. Also, could I borrow Nanshu for a few days?”

Qin Jingqiu is Feng Nanshu’s actual aunt, while Jiang Qin is an outsider. On a personal level, she didn’t really need to ask Jiang Qin’s permission.

But her inquiry not only showed respect for Jiang Qin but also acknowledged the relationship between Feng Nanshu and Jiang Qin, a sign of high emotional intelligence.

Jiang Qin was taken aback: “Taking her back to Shanghai? What for?”

“Nanshu’s grandmother is holding a birthday feast, taking her back to meet the family.”

“I see. Little rich girl, do you want to go?”

Feng Nanshu pointed at Jiang Qin, looking at Qin Jingqiu: “When will you return him to me?”

Both highly emotionally intelligent, they paused, looking at the “rich girl”, realizing there was another master in the game.