Chapter 565: When There’s a Stepmom, There’s a Stepdad

“Big brother is leaving tomorrow. After sorting things out there, he will return with father.”

After coming back from Old Lady Feng’s, Feng Shihua went to the bedroom and spoke to his wife.

Qin Jingqiu was wearing glasses, attentively reviewing some documents in front of her and responded softly.

Feng Shihua, curious, leaned closer and asked, “What are you looking at?”

“Bidding documents. I’m choosing a plot to build the headquarters for Jiang Qin.”

“The group-buy headquarters is moving to Shanghai?”

Qin Jingqiu nodded, then looked at the documents carefully for a long time, yawned, and tucked one into her bag before returning to bed.

Up to now, she still couldn’t help thinking about the hypothetical scenario before.

What if the niece had never met Jiang Qin? Big brother and Duan Ying have returned, bringing a little one. The niece without Jiang Qin…

Qin Jingqiu sighed and kicked Feng Shihua hard, “Go over there, don’t stick to me.”

Feng Shihua was stunned for a long time, baffled, “What’s wrong, wife?”

Qin Jingqiu looked at him, “Did you shower?”

“Yes.”

“Who told you to take a shower?”

“?????”

The next morning, a van stopped at the airport entrance. Feng Nanshu, ready to return to school, got in the car, and Feng Shirong, Duan Ying, and the little boy also boarded the vehicle.

From behind, they looked like a family of four setting out on a trip.

But only they knew these four had two different destinations.

Feng Nanshu’s flight was earlier than that of Feng Shirong and company. The aunt was accompanying her through security first.

After passing through the gate, Feng Nanshu slung her backpack over her shoulder, waved gently at the people behind her, then dashed forward without looking back.

“Going Back to Find My Brother”

At this time, Linchuan had just experienced a snowfall, with snowflakes swirling and scattering, covering everything in white.

Inside Linchuan University, a veil of silver wrapped everything, even the windows were frosted. Stepping outside and breathing out showed a mouthful of white vapor, looking almost celestial.

In this season, students began to revel in their dormitory beddings, reducing their activities and hardly going out.

Dong Wenhao thought this was unacceptable. How could university students stay inactive in dorms every day? Time to get you guys moving your fingers at least.

Thus, the third season of the campus beauty and handsome contest officially kicked off.

Same rules, same mode, bringing intense activities to girls and guys even from under their quilts.

“Dang, is it so grand?”

“Breaking news! The Goddess Competition has started again!”

“Grab a Vital Kid in group-buy, gotta keep up with nutrition these days!”

Meanwhile, back in Linchuan, young master Cao was lying in bed gossiping with Zhou Chao and Ren Ziqiang.

He chatted about his minor adventures with Jiang Qin while on a business trip in Hangzhou.

The topic had been going on all morning and was far from ending. It had just finished with “The Cao’s Logistics Empire,” and up next was “Young Master’s Bold Venture into Alibaba.”

“Let me tell you, that investment manager at Alibaba, surnamed Lü, recognized at first glance that I was no ordinary man!”

“Then Old Jiang introduced me, saying I am the great young master of the Cao family, and that Mr. Lü instantly knew I matched the part, exclaiming three times, no wonder.”

“Really, top executives at big companies are just so-so, hardly see a few as wealthy as us.”

“Later, Jiang and I went to an internet café. Probably because of my aura, a girl student kept staring at me.”

“But I disregarded it since I have Ding Xue, right? Besides, any girl could marry into a rich family.”

Zhou Chao and Ren Ziqiang listened with skeptical faces, thinking Cao bro did nothing in Hangzhou but dream in recent days.

They turned to look at Jiang Qin, seeking confirmation, and sure enough, Jiang confidently nodded: “Cao bro’s telling is no lie, even conservative. That girl student’s gaze was practically melting!”

Both exclaimed in unison, Dang, Cao bro’s awesome.

Just then, Room 302’s door echoed with knocking, Zhang Guangfa peered in, carrying breakfast orders for their dorm, including theirs.

“Old Ren’s fried noodles, no spicy. Strong’s steamed buns with extra vinegar.”

“This is Cao’s egg-filled pancake, no sausage.”

Zhang Guangfa held up the last beautifully wrapped package, “Uh, this one’s also Cao’s—barbecue steak with a side of pasta.”

Cao Guangyu grimaced as if in pain, “That was my treat for Old Jiang.”

Jiang Qin grinned wickedly, “That’s young master for you. Eating pancakes but can’t bear to add sausage, orders me a steak—really, who can argue with this!”

“We’re rich!”

Zhang Guangfa looked at him puzzled, “Rich? Why not add sausage then?”

Cao Guangyu chuckled, “I don’t like it. I just love it plain.”

“Oh…”

“Come on, Guangfa, sit down. You eat too, while I continue with my stories.”

Young master Cao, holding his sausage-less pancake, couldn’t stop talking.

After eating, Jiang Qin stood up, “Guys, I’m stepping out for a bit!”

“What are you up to, Old Jiang?”

“Just strolling.”

Ren Ziqiang couldn’t resist whispering, “The down jacket Jiang’s wearing, Feng Nanshu bought it. Usually, it’s kept in a dust bag—he barely wears it. He’s definitely going to meet Feng Nanshu.”

Zhang Guangfa, munching on his hand-grabbed pancake, spoke, “Didn’t President Jiang say his good friend is arriving at one p.m.?”

“Time it just right? Shows you’ve never had a good friend.”

“…”

Meanwhile, walking in the snowy landscape, Jiang Qin felt he had rushed things.

With this temperature, waiting an hour is bearable, but three or four hours, even Ultraman would struggle.

So he walked along the main snow-covered campus road until he reached the Xitian beneath the teaching building, where he stayed all morning.

Xitian had recently launched three new products—Osmanthus Wine Brewed Milk, Black Sugar Boba, and Brulee Coconut Milk—with promotional posters right at the entrance.

But due to the clever timing of the snowfall, not many came for tea. Even those who had classes opted to skip a visit, walking straight past.

Classmate Gao, listless, leaned on the counter, boredly watching TV.

“President Jiang, no business here, shall we close?”

“Nonsense, where would I go if you close? Don’t panic, watch me!”

Jiang Qin took a straw from the counter, pushed open the door curtain, and went out to tinker in the snow.

When he returned and sat down, it didn’t take long for customers to start coming into the milk tea shop, specifically asking for Xitian’s new products.

Gao Wenhui, caught off guard, began frantically making milk tea until that wave of students who had just finished classes left. Then he had a moment to go outside and see what Jiang Qin had been up to.

And then he saw a new line written in front of the poster on the pure white snow.

Passing students’ first reaction was, “Huh?!”

Upon closer inspection, they’d find it fun.

Then they’d think, “Interesting.”

And seeing the poster for Xitian’s new products, they’d think since they’re here anyway, why not buy a cup of hot new-flavored milk tea to take back to the dorm; it sounded like a great choice.

That’s marketing.

However, some southerners who go crazy at the sight of snow spent the morning having snowball fights at the door and then stealing the pure white snow for ammo. It annoyed Jiang Qin, who muttered curses as he replaced the spot.

Soon it was two in the afternoon, and Jiang Qin suddenly stood up, wrapped in his down jacket, and went to the school gate.

After a short while, a black Rolls-Royce slowly drove along the.main road, recognized by the sticker reading group-buy 002, and was smoothly let in.

The car door opened, and Feng Nanshu stepped out, dressed in a white short down jacket and black high-waisted jeans, rushing forward hurriedly.

Jiang Qin was surprised, “Chance Encounter.”

And then, the little rich girl crashed bang into Jiang Qin’s arms, “Accidentally” “Because the ground was too slippery.”

Jiang Qin wrapped his arms around her slender waist, looked into her water-filled eyes, and breathed in her familiar scent—the anxiety he had felt all morning finally settled.

“What a coincidence. I was bored in the dorm and came out for a walk, and here you are.”

“Aw.”

The long-legged, slender-waisted little rich girl leaned into his embrace like a wandering cat returning home, feeling his somewhat warm chest, thinking how coincidental.

Quite coincidental that I just returned and here we bump into each other, then the ground was so slippery I crashed into your arms…

At this moment, the aunt also got out of the car, looking at the two embraced, coughing once, pretending she hadn’t seen anything, though a smile couldn’t help but appear at the corners of her mouth.

Jiang Qin coughed twice, gripped Feng Nanshu’s hand, and approached Qin Jingqiu like a perfect gentleman.

“Didn’t take seven days to bring her back to you. I keep my word.”

“The day of departure should count as one day, right…”

“Hmm?”

Jiang Qin hurriedly waved his hand, “No, I mean, staying an extra day is fine too. It’s not like I would fly to Shanghai overnight, knocking on Auntie’s door in the dead of night—that would be impolite, right?”

Qin Jingqiu narrowed her eyes, “Why do I feel like you had already planned to do just that?”

“Never, never.”

Qin Jingqiu chuckled, then changed the subject, “Regarding the plot, I’ve almost decided. I’m considering assigning the construction task to Wanzhong.”

Jiang Qin nodded, “I trust Old He’s work, but I’m afraid he won’t want to take it.”

“Why not?”

“He must be afraid I’d steal his steel.”

Qin Jingqiu, having heard from Qin Zhihuan about the two tricking He Yijun over dinner, couldn’t help but laugh, “Give him a call to discuss it. Once I get the documents, I’ll talk details with Mr. He.”

Jiang Qin nodded lightly, “Thanks, Auntie. Then I’ll wait for your good news.”

“No need for thanks. Just spoil my niece well. She’s simple-hearted and can’t be spoiled rotten.”