Chapter 605: Is This What You Call a Good Friend’s Relative?

When Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu arrived, Qin Jingqiu was in the kitchen cutting vegetables with Mrs. Wu, planning to cook.

Hearing the noise outside, she immediately walked out then went up to Feng Nanshu and gave her a hug.

“Tired from the road?”

Feng Nanshu nodded: “The seats were quite cramped, a bit tiring.”

Qin Jingqiu was taken aback: “Didn’t you buy first-class?”

“It was first-class.”

“Then how was it small?”

Feng Nanshu squinted her eyes: “Because one seat can’t fit two people; only enough to snuggle up, tired out brother a bit.”

Jiang Qin had just convinced He Yijun with great effort they were just good friends, then this comment threw him into confusion again.

“Old He, relax, we really are just good friends.”

“Hugging and still good friends?”

“We were discussing studies, remember I was Linchuan University’s first Study Star?”

He Yijun was violently reminded: “You didn’t say, and after Manqi entered Linchuan, she told me you barely passed with sixties, I felt cheated, is that a Study Star?”

The corner of Jiang Qin’s mouth twitched: “Then I am also a Study Star!”

“Jiang Qin, your Study Star surely came in twin pack, everything but studies works for you.”

“Then I am also a Study Star!”

Simultaneously, Qin Jingqiu took Feng Nanshu’s hand: “Come, let’s cook with Auntie, you should learn too. Even if you can hire a maid later, personally cooking has a different feel.”

Feng Nanshu glanced at her aunt: “Cooking for Jiang Qin?”

“Yes, who else would you cook for? I also learned cooking diligently to personally cook for your uncle.”

“Then I must learn.”

Qin Jingqiu pinched Feng Nanshu’s cheek, thinking this girl always eager about anything related to Jiang Qin; she’ll definitely be a doting wife.

She then led Feng Nanshu to the kitchen to pass on her trilogy of cooking skills.

Namely, tell Mrs. Wu the dish name, boss her around during the cooking process, and rightfully claim the dishes as her own handiwork.

“Handmade for Him to Eat”

Feng Nanshu said she learned a lot then secretly told Mrs. Wu Jiang Qin’s favorite dishes, listing them accurately.

Mrs. Wu let her take notes while getting busy with cooking methods like frying, sautéing, and braising, dazzled with techniques.

The little rich girl learned earnestly, her expression showing genuine desire to cook for Jiang Qin.

Jiang Qin leaned on the sofa, resting an elbow on the backrest, watching her bustling in the kitchen with a grin creeping up.

Soon, delicious smells drifted from the kitchen to the living room, Qin Jingqiu and Feng Nanshu bustling about serving dishes.

“I made this one, shredded pork in Beijing sauce.”

Qin Jingqiu pointed at the dish full of color and aroma.

“I made this one, soybean pork feet.”

Feng Nanshu also introduced her dish then quietly pushed it towards Jiang Qin, almost snuggling into his arms.

Mrs. Wu behind them, holding her waist, sighed: “Ah yes, yes, all made by you two”

“Alright, let’s eat.”

Lunch began with business talks due to He Yijun and Qin Zhihuan present, lasting till three in the afternoon.

He Yijun came for a meal mainly for Jiang Qin and after eating, hurriedly took Qin Zhihuan away for a business meeting.

Qin Real Estate plans to deepen ties with Wanzhong Group, continuing to focus on malls, residential, and office complexes to create a high-end project called Wanshang Meeting aiming to become a landmark in major cities.

In this project, introducing commercial brands was crucial, and no laxity was permitted.

This was Qin Jingqiu’s first major act after splitting Qin Group from the Feng family, not to prove herself, but to show shareholders what they had lost.

Meanwhile, Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu to peek into a friend’s house across the door, returning only at dusk.

Uncle was waiting at the door, looking sneaky, stopping them immediately and pleaded long with the little rich girl, then borrowed Jiang Qin into his study.

“Find it odd why we moved from Sheshan Manor to Xiangti Villa?”

Feng Shihua played coy while making tea.

Jiang Qin sat on the couch: “Because Nanshu’s dad returned from abroad, took back Feng Corporation, Auntie felt bad, thought out of sight might ease the mind, so moved here.”

“You… you sound like you’re taking my lines?”

“What can I do if Uncle you speak too slowly.”

Feng Shihua glanced at him handing a tea cup: “How did you know all this?”

Jiang Qin took the tea: “There were rumors, Feng and Qin Real Estates had asset division, you two didn’t divorce, only one possibility. They returned before the Spring Festival?”

“No, two months ago, though did come before Spring Festival too. Did Nanshu tell you?”

“I guessed.”

Jiang Qin set down the tea cup: “Nanshu was clingy after visiting her grandma, took her to Jizhou thinking she might be upset, took a lot to console her.”

Feng Shihua was silent, thought the boy was sharp: “Big brother came last year to convince Jingqiu to return the company, left next day. This time, he completely took over Feng Corporation.”

Jiang Qin settled on the couch: “How long has he been back?”

“Nearly two months.”

“Back so long and never thought to visit school to see the little rich girl?”

Feng Shihua paused: “Big brother retook the company, lots to handle, couldn’t find the time.”

Jiang Qin waved dismissively: “That’s no excuse, Feng Corporation is just a shell now, too busy? Am I not busier?”

“……”

Feng Shihua was stunned, realizing the boy in front of him was not the same as before.

He now controlled the largest supply chain in the O2O market, unstoppably defeating major internet firms, and even held thirty percent of Wanzhong Group’s shares.

Considering business, he was far busier than the Feng family, hence such excuses didn’t fly with Jiang Qin.

Feng Shihua sighed: “You are right, big brother indeed handled poorly, hence Auntie disliking him. But Jiang Qin, he is still Nanshu’s dad.”

“Uncle, speak plainly, my relationship with Feng Nanshu is tight, consider me half your son, I’d listen to you.”

“Since you put it that way, no beating around the bush, after the internet conference, I plan to introduce you two properly.”

“No thanks.”

“Plain Talk” “Half a Son” “Willing to Listen to You”

Feng Shihua thought the boy sounded squared away: “Eventually, you have to meet because he’s her guardian.”

Normally Jiang Qin would argue they’re just good friends, no need to meet parents, which isn’t reasonable!

But this time, he held back, wanting to speak truthfully.

“Uncle, the little rich girl is mine.”<|vq_19767|>

Feng Shihua glanced at him: “I know you’re close, but she isn’t yet.”

Jiang Qin expressionless: “How not? All employees at Group-Buy call her Mrs. Boss, as if the louder it’s called, the truer it gets.”

“Before we came, a hotpot restaurant owner wanted to join Linchuan Business Group, couldn’t get through me, sought her help because Linchuan knows I pamper Nanshu.”

“She even stays at my house during holidays, my parents favor her over me, they once visited our school and treated her roommates to ensure good care of her, making them mistook my mom for her real mom.”

“Recently, my second uncle brought some shepherd’s purse, my mom made dumplings, I didn’t get any, all went to the little rich girl.”

“Oh, our neighborhood store, owned by my third uncle, he recognizes her as from Jiang’s family right away.”

“Our whole complex, over a thousand households, everyone knows Feng Nanshu is part of Jiang’s family, so she is, and our future doesn’t need anyone’s permission.”

Feng Shihua fell silent, not responding for a while.

Because Jiang Qin was right, their family cherished her, he’s filled eighteen years of emotional voids for her.

That wasn’t just Jiang Qin, but Jiang Zhenghong and Yuan Youqin, and many from Hongrong Homes including Aunty Six, Second Grandma, Third Uncle, Second Uncle.

The little rich girl belonged to their family, her father who hadn’t seen her for two months, had approval rights?

“Still, you need a household registration book.”

Feng Shihua glanced at him: “Take Nanshu’s page from my big brother, place it in your family’s book, it’s important for you both.”

Jiang Qin swallowed, falling silent.

Despite a lifetime of friendship not needing a household book, somehow Uncle got a tight grip on me.

“Alright, after the meeting, I’ll accompany you to meet him, but Uncle, brace yourself, I won’t have nice things to say.”

“Then speak less, leave the rest to me.”

Jiang Qin hummed, put down the tea, and rose from the couch, then upon opening the door, saw Qin Jingqiu and Feng Nanshu standing there.

The rich lady’s face was stormy, clearly angry about Feng Shihua taking Jiang Qin to meet Feng Shihua privately.

And the little rich girl’s eyes were red, clutching Jiang Qin’s sleeve, mist rising in her eyes but lips pursed, silent.

Inside the study, Feng Shihua felt suffocated, as if thorns sprouted under him.

“Jiang Qin, you just said you consider yourself half my son, save me…”

“Uncle, from years of being a son, best not get involved when parents fight.”