Chapter 631: Confessions and Marketing

At night, when all is quiet, only the sound of Cao being repeatedly sniped in the game fills the dorm.

“Old Jiang, I’m off to the restroom. Cover for me in the game.”

“With your skills, it doesn’t matter if anyone’s playing or not. Just press the headphones on the mouse, spray bullets randomly, and when you return, your score might even be better than if you played yourself.”

“Is that polite?”

Jiang Qin smirked. “I’m too busy anyway.”

Cao, frustrated, asked, “Busy with what?”

“Busy breaking young girls’ hearts,” Jiang Qin replied nonchalantly before drinking the milk tea called “Date Me” from the little rich girl and replying to the class’s three beauties on his phone.

“Thanks for the milk tea.”

Upon receiving the message, Song Qingqing showed it to Jiang Tian and Jian Chun. “I got rejected, but he’s just so cool.”

She had expected this all along since they live next door to Feng Nanshu, the tall, slim beauty who makes all other girls pale in comparison.

So, she wasn’t too disappointed.

Her affection for Jiang Qin was more akin to idol worship, a star-chasing thrill.

Setting down her phone, Song Qingqing stretched lazily.

She felt lucky to be a gold digger – not a good thing normally, for her expensive tastes in brand-name bags and makeup meant she could have ended up socializing with rich heirs, even not minding being a mistress.

However, the shares Jiang Qin gave her meant she was now a mini wealthy girl herself.

Thus, her life wasn’t warped by gold-digging; instead, her college years were carefree, becoming more cheerful than in her freshman days.

“Thanks for the milk tea.”

Jiang Tian also received a reply, showing it briefly: “I was rejected too.”

Perhaps because she was class president and involved in the student council, her feelings for Jiang Qin were more restrained.

Like Song Qingqing, she knew her chances were slim.

She was off to graduate school after summer, feeling the urge to confess before leaving, to fulfill a lingering wish.

Now, with a rejection, she could close off her college dreams with a full stop.

She admired strength, and Jiang Qin was the strongest guy she had ever met; too dazzling to reach.

Song Qingqing patted her shoulder, “It’s okay, if not for Feng Nanshu, who knows, you might have ended up Mrs. Jiang, or at least have had his child.”

“And you?”

“I could have twins – it’s in my genes.”

At that moment, Jian Chun’s phone also pinged, her expression turning nervous.

Coming from a wealthy family and simpler in temperament than the other two, she had had her little fantasies despite knowing likely rejection.

Bracing herself, she checked the phone expecting a standard reply, yet blushed at what she saw.

“Thanks for the milk.”

“?”

Jiang Tian and Song Qingqing gaped at those words, disbelieving, as they glanced at Jian Chun.

Flushing, Jian Chun hastened to clarify, “Don’t get it wrong; I’ve never shown him that!”

Then Jiang Qin sent the word “tea”: “Sorry, typo.”

Reading that, Jian Chun pursed her lips, “As I thought, I got rejected…”

“At least his rejection was typed, not copied and pasted. Truly a gentleman even in these details.”

“Just us three know this, because apparently, Feng Nanshu is a black-belt in judo and gets rather jealous.”

Liu Xiaojuan watched with an expressionless face, musing, right, after seeing Jian Chun’s ‘milk,’ it’s only you three who know.

They then opened the door to get water, their hearts racing as they passed Room 503, coincidentally bumping into Feng Nanshu, which startled them.

Aside from her dazed, colorful moments with Jiang Qin, Feng Nanshu was usually aloof and intimidating to other girls.

They waited nervously as she filled her water bottle, anxious about the oft-jealous queen before them.

Once the little rich girl left cluelessly, they finally filled their bottles.

“I suddenly understand why Wang Haini felt thrilled when she was Jiang Qin’s ‘pillow’…”

“Yep, just confessed to her husband then bumped into her; it indeed was thrilling.”

Eventually, Jiang Qin responded to Chu Siqi with a youthful disregard, then sighed, hands behind his head, like a cinema hero.

A godlike man like Jiang Qin indeed attracted more troubles than the usual gaming dimwit.

“With her judo skills, Feng Nanshu dominates the dreams of a billion young girls!”

“Damn…”

At that moment, Cao Guangyu emerged from the restroom, cursed Jiang Qin for showing off, then returned to his desk and put on his headphones, his expression suddenly blank.

“What the… I get more kills and fewer deaths when I’m not even playing?”

“…”

Jiang Qin’s casual milk tea marketing ignited popularity at college, leading to an increase in confessions.

Sometimes, male-female relationships hinge on breaking a thin screen of hesitation.

This milk tea hinted at opportunities for many.

It acted like a retraceable confession, aiding several in making their final moves.

Though “Like” sold well, “Date Me” outperformed it in sales.

This taught everyone a lesson – some folks’ college life is spectacular to an unbelievable extent.

From that day on, Zhou Chao lost interest in basketball.

Cao, now taking daily walks and returning with two or three milk teas, seemed impressive but his wallet thinned visibly.

The little rich girl also swung her “Date Me” milk tea in front of Jiang Qin daily, resulting in lessons in the woods, poor little tigress.

To her, “Date” and “Stroll” were similar; Jiang Qin always had to remind her with a kiss that they were just friends.

Everytime Feng Nanshu came from the woods, her tingling lips smårt zwar, but she’d dare again.

According to Jiang Qin, who recently scoped out the woods, Linchuan University’s couples were indeed increasing.

Without a fixed spot or arriving late, some couldn’t even find a place to befriend.

One weekend night as Jiang Qin kissed Feng Nanshu, he spotted Ren Ziqiang and Wang Linlin nearby looking for a spot, given the crowd of couples.

A man who had never dated, yet so successful in love marketing.

Jiang Qin thought himself a genius.

From milk tea to couple outfits, and timeless diamonds, such profitably enhanced products seemed endlessly lucrative.

Sometimes, Jiang Qin felt the capitalist approach was excessive, yet it was all consensual.

Dating is expensive; better to just be friends and keep your money safe.

Then he closed his eyes and continued deeply kissing Feng Nanshu.

The little rich girl had been washing the little tiger so much her hands turned red, so today she was calmer, straddling Jiang Qin’s legs, her hands on his shoulders, barely nudging him, trembling occasionally.

Finally, after enough kisses, Feng Nanshu cuddled in Jiang Qin’s arms, breathing heavily, peeking at how others were kissing.

“Eager to Learn”

Xitian’s marketing was a hit among college students, and soon the strategy spread to city areas and delivery channels, continuously climbing in sales.

Besides students, working individuals also had emotional needs.

A cup of tea for a few bucks might just win you a spouse.

Xitian continued this trend, developing “Seek Happiness,” “No More,” “Forget Me Not” – breakup teas that, though not as high-selling as “Like” and “Date Me,” sparked long discussions.

In 2012, marketing wasn’t so advanced yet Xitian’s themed teas led the trend, causing many tea brands to follow.

The little rich girl’s worth soared once again.

Xitian now topped the tea industry charts, even establishing its own tea research lab to develop various new flavors, leading the sector.

Whenever new products launched, small-town folks even asked friends to buy on their behalf.

As the designated CEO by the lady boss, Fang Xiaoxuan constantly scouted for new locations and expansion, becoming a highlight in every major mall.

But the little rich girl truly wasn’t interested in money; she was all about cuddling and kissing with Jiang Qin.

Indeed, even Jiang Qin couldn’t resist the soft, exquisitely formed little rich girl.

During this period, Gao Wenhui was dog-tired every day, hoping the tea shop would close.

“My arms are so sore!”

“My mouth too…”

Both complained as one returned from the woods and the other from the tea shop.

Gao Wenhui looked at Feng Nanshu, “I’m slaving away for you guys, and you just keep flirting!”

“I’m not flirty; we’re just good friends.”

“Feng Nanshu, if you really are a siren, Jiang Qin will be drained of his energy sooner or later.”

Feng Nanshu paused, her gaze slowly turning cold, like a killer, “Say more; I want to learn how to drain.”

Wang Haini emerged from the restroom, “What saucy talk! Why didn’t you wait for me?”