Chapter 619: Well Then, I Won’t Be Polite

“What progress have you made this week? Tell me!”

“No, I can’t tell you.”

Feng Nanshu flatly refused, fearing that if she spoke of last night’s events, her brother might spank her terribly.

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but lift her gaze, glance at Jiang Qin, and then sit obediently.

Girls often have more curiosity than boys, especially Feng Nanshu whose emotional expression was suppressed until she turned eighteen, making her burst of curiosity even stronger.

Moreover, since Jiang Qin dotes on her, she now has a bit of a fearless and mischievous streak.

This leads her to really dare to learn things and, once learned, really dare to use them, epitomizing learning for practical application.

Just like a curious cat that wants to bite at everything it sees.

“Curiosity of a Young Girl”

Feng Nanshu snapped back to reality and looked towards Gao Wenhui, aware that Xitian had released several new styles of milk tea recently, including three exclusively for online group-buy channels.

Due to Xitian’s fame, combined with the “limited edition” tag and the consistently superior taste of their milk tea, these three types have exploded in online sales, typically selling out by the afternoon.

To maintain user engagement and the exclusivity of the products, Jiang Qin employed some hunger marketing tactics, limiting the daily number of cups sold to boost the ongoing buzz.

The more you can’t have something, the more it’s coveted.

If Feng Nanshu could read minds, she would definitely approve of Jiang Qin’s business philosophy.

“Wenhui, I want some milk tea.”

“What kind would you like?”

Feng Nanshu pointed at a poster by the door: “The new one there.”

Gao Wenhui smiled mischievously, “Then tell me, what little progress have you and Jiang Qin made?”

“That tiny bit was eaten up.”

“?”

Confused, Gao Wenhui then realized Feng Nanshu’s words must have been encrypted with friendship, requiring decryption to taste the sweetness.

Now she had something to do tonight, planning to drag Feng Nanshu back to the dormitory for a serious interrogation!

Jiang Qin was also puzzled: “What progress have we made?”

“Progress in friendship.”

Suddenly, Jiang Qin remembered the cradle in the villa, mistakenly thinking she referred to that as their progress.

The little rich girl is naïvely adorable. Did she think buying a cradle would let her get to know Jiang Ainan? She probably hasn’t even seen a spare cellphone, just daydreaming about craving her friend’s body.

Jiang Qin even felt that even if he stood naked before her, she wouldn’t know what to do.

“Right, who undressed me last night when I was drunk?”

“Qin Zhihuan did.”

After Feng Nanshu spoke, realizing Jiang Qin believed her, she praised Qin Zhihuan as a great person.

In her heart, anyone who could conveniently take the blame was nearly a saint.

Meanwhile, Gao Wenhui was making milk tea, glancing at Jiang Qin as she picked up a cup: “Boss, are you having some?”

Feng Nanshu glanced at her brother and suddenly spoke up, “Get my brother a drink, a white one, a large cup.”

Jiang Qin was checking the latest company report on his phone, looked up upon hearing this, and noticed the cup in Gao Wenhui’s hand was about 700-800ml—drinking that much could be lethal.

“Just make a random one, half sugar. Feng Nanshu’s should also be half sugar; you can’t eat more sugar.”

“Ow.”

On a warm sunny afternoon, Jiang Qin sat in the milk tea shop reading his report, with Feng Nanshu leaning close. Her long eyelashes dyed a soft rose gold, looking very charming.

The weather wasn’t too hot at that moment, making sunbathing quite pleasant.

During this time, Xitian gradually welcomed customers. Seeing Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu there, they quietly whispered and sneakily took photos.

“The Entrepreneur Who Isn’t Interested in Money and His Beautiful Wife”

There was no helping it; Jiang Qin had been on CCTV, and the internet conference was officially organized. He was now officially recognized as an entrepreneur, showcasing such affection was unique.

Nearby, Feng Nanshu watched quietly, feeling a bit shy when she saw someone taking photos, but appeared absolutely stunning and aloof in the photos.

“How can you drink milk tea like that?”

Jiang Qin vaguely heard the camera shutter, which brought him back to reality, just as he was about to comment on the charm of Handsome Wu Bo, he got distracted by the little rich girl in front of him.

Feng Nanshu was holding her milk tea, slurping up big gulps which made her cheeks puff out like a hoarding hamster.

That’s not right. She didn’t use to drink milk tea like that.

Jiang Qin remembered the little rich girl used to sip little by little, as if reluctant to finish; how different from these big gulps.

Feng Nanshu swallowed her milk tea, pursed her lips: “Brother, you’re really nosey.”

“Feng Nanshu, you’ve become even more arrogant than before, tell me, what’s the reason?”

The little rich girl stayed silent, thinking to herself, I won’t tell you, I’ve already bullied you.

By three in the afternoon, Jiang Qin had finished processing recent projects for the group buying and distributed a few tasks to different departments before taking Feng Nanshu back to her dorm.

Gao Wenhui, waiting to gossip, hence called up a part-time student to take over, and returned to the dorm to inquire about that little bit of progress.

But before she could even start, Wang Haini, who had gone out, was back.

She had recently befriended a first-year graduate student, pretending to be an innocent girl like Feng Nanshu, attempting to experience high-end romance in her final university days.

Believe it or not, every time Wang Haini opened her large watery eyes and asked if they could be lifelong friends, the person on the other end just couldn’t resist.

Falling in love, boring.

Being good friends, thrilling.

This might be a kind of contrast in identity.

It seems human nature is such; the more you’re not supposed to do something, the more exciting it is when you do it.

Ideally, friendships should arise from feelings and stop at decorum, like noble friendships, plain as water.

Handholding, hugging, sitting in laps, kissing with a friend—are actions that naturally carry a sense of immorality by challenging identity and boundaries.

Wang Haini felt her previous four relationships were a waste.

“Eh, Nanshu, you’re back?”

Feng Nanshu nodded: “You seem kind of happy.”

While changing clothes, Gao Wenhui spoke, “Wang Haini has found a kissing buddy just like you. Apparently, the guy was so shocked during their first kiss, he kept asking, ‘Aren’t we just good friends?'”

Wang Haini looked up at the sky, smiling foolishly: “From my actual experience, I think I can understand why President Jiang is hard-mouthed.”

“What mindset?”

“At first, he probably didn’t want a relationship, but later, he certainly didn’t feel the same, and he enjoyed the feeling between good friends, having a casual friend to tease around with; who needs a relationship then?”

As Wang Haini spoke, she took off her clothes, slipped into her nightwear, then picked up her phone to text her good friend.

“Chen Feng, do you think good friends can live together?”

The graduate student across listened and went crazy, sending three ‘cans’ in a row.

Feng Nanshu watched her exhilarated face couldn’t help but tiptoe over and whispered in her ear.

Initially, Wang Haini was bouncing around, but after hearing that, her eyes widened, and her brain struggled to process the sticky information.

Oops, it went off script.

“What… flavor is it?”

“?”

The little rich girl looked puzzled, blinking her eyes lightly, “Why don’t you know?”

Wang Haini swallowed, “I haven’t tasted it.”

Feng Nanshu suddenly squinted, a bit smug, “Then I’m better than you.”

Gao Wenhui, seeing their conspiratorial chatter, couldn’t help but join in, and after hearing them out, was shocked: “Feng Nanshu, I thought it was just a little bit, but you meant a whole lot. You’re too bold, can this still be called progress in friendship?”

“He and I really are friends for life.”

“But you really do everything behind closed doors.”

Gao Wenhui wanted to tell Feng Nanshu that what they were doing could no longer be considered friendship, kissing was one thing, this was over the top.

However, Wang Haini felt she had opened the door to a new world, thinking the more it was between friends, the more thrilling it was. Feng Nanshu was truly her romance guru.

Feng Nanshu looked at her two inexperienced roommates with a touch of confidence and then took off her small leather shoes and got into bed for a nap.

Meanwhile, in the boys’ dormitory room 302, behind closed doors, young master Cao’s screams echoed as he shouted frantically for them to stop talking.

He had been overwhelmed by recent news, and never expected Jiang Qin’s return would bring even more unreleased news.

Like his discussions about the future of cloud computing with Mr. Ma in a corner, his experiences with self-built logistics with Liu from Jingdong, and hunger marketing applications with Lei from Tencent.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. Right before Jiang Qin arrived, Cao Guangyu had been making a killing with his newly purchased Fire Kirin; Jiang Qin had just told him to keep it down.

“Don’t disturb me, okay? I know Huawei. If you bother me, I’ll have him seize your Fire Kirin.”

At this moment, young master Cao felt abused as if being repeatedly wronged.

Ren Ziqiang and Zhou Chao, however, were thoroughly enjoying the conversation, eagerly asking, “Brother Jiang, what are the lives of these business magnates like? Is it all glamour nightlights and surrounded by beauties, getting whatever they want?”

With the rise of mobile networks in recent years, various scandals about these high-profile people were everywhere on the internet, something these gossip-loving college students enjoyed.

Jiang Qin shook his head, “I don’t know. They might have their private arenas, but I generally don’t participate. I go home by eight.”

“Why is that?”

“I set a curfew for Feng Nanshu. She must be home after dark and can’t be running around.”

Zhou Chao paused, “Why does the curfew you’ve set for Feng Nanshu matter to you?”

Jiang Qin quirked his mouth, “I need to ensure she adheres to it, don’t I?”