Chapter 189: Blossoming Changes

In class, Fang Meng sat at her desk, reviewing the detailed program for the upcoming graduation ceremony.

When Lin Zheng Ran returned to the classroom, Jiang Qian followed suit shortly after.

Fang Meng thought about looking up to say hello and discuss the program details with her, but she noticed a faint blush on Jiang Qian’s face.

Though her expression still seemed icy and unapproachable to outsiders, Fang Meng, who knew her best, could spot even the subtlest differences.

Jiang Qian sat next to Lin Zheng Ran, glanced at him, then shyly flipped open a book and pretended to read.

It was as if she was hiding some emotion.

“Qian Qian,” Fang Meng said, blinking twice.

Two days before the graduation ceremony, when Jiang Qian and Fang Meng were heading home, they casually encountered a female student struggling with her luggage. The suitcase was huge, and she couldn’t lift it over a large step.

Normally, Jiang Qian wouldn’t bother with such things—sure, it was a bit of effort, but the girl would manage eventually.

She didn’t need to waste her time helping, but today, Fang Meng saw Jiang Qian glance at the girl.

After hesitating, Jiang Qian walked over under Fang Meng’s astonished gaze and asked the girl, “Need a hand?”

The girl didn’t know Jiang Qian, but she was stunned by her poise and beauty, replying shyly, “Thanks, but my suitcase is really heavy.”

“I’ll give it a try.”

Jiang Qian worked out regularly, so what was tough for an average girl wasn’t as hard for her.

She easily helped lift the suitcase onto the step.

The girl was incredibly grateful to Jiang Qian: “You’re so strong! Thank you so much. I have a lollipop in my pocket—want it? It’s for you.”

The girl handed Jiang Qian a Bitter Gourd Fishy Lollipop, and after Jiang Qian took it, she said goodbye and left.

From a distance, Fang Meng snapped out of her surprise and hurried over: “Qian Qian, you just helped her?”

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Qian asked.

Fang Meng blinked: “Nothing, it’s just that you usually…” She couldn’t quite describe Jiang Qian’s expression—it was like a mix of relief and longing for someone.

Jiang Qian looked at the lollipop in her hand, then at the girl walking away with her luggage.

A smile spread across her face.

Having done something she’d always wanted to do so effortlessly, Jiang Qian suddenly wondered what she’d been agonizing over all this time—what thoughts had been weighing on her heart?

It was as if she’d been harboring resentment, viewing everyone around her as ungrateful and spiteful.

Like she was getting back at those from her childhood.

Now, she realized it was just because she was young back then, seeing everyone as good and expecting too much from them.

She hadn’t been punishing others; all along, she’d been punishing her own innocent self.

“Let’s head home,” Jiang Qian said, glancing at Fang Meng before turning toward the school gate.

Fang Meng watched Jiang Qian’s figure, still elegant and aloof, but in that moment, she caught a glimpse of the Jiang Qian from her childhood.

Though changed, that kind-hearted Jiang Qian seemed to have returned.

Fang Meng didn’t know exactly what had happened, but she figured only one person could have influenced Jiang Qian like this.

After all, his words were the only ones that truly reached her.

Fang Meng smiled and caught up to Jiang Qian.

In her heart, she thought gratefully: “Thank you, Lin Zheng Ran.”

That night, Jiang Qian lay in her bedroom bed in pajamas and had a dream where she saw her younger self.

Little Jiang Qian was alone and heartbroken, hiding in a corner and crying after being betrayed by friends.

But then, an angel with six wings descended from the sky, looking exactly like Lin Zheng Ran.

The angel stroked Little Jiang Qian’s head, comforting her and showing her the right path.

After saving her, the angel turned to the adult Jiang Qian in the dream and took her hand.

“What’s wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?” he asked.

Jiang Qian gazed at him longingly and said, “I want to go with you. Take me away. I’ll be your woman and give you a hundred little angels.”

The angel smiled and nodded slowly.

In the dream, Jiang Qian blushed and lowered her head, then was pulled into his embrace.

Jiang Qian nestled happily against his chest.

Then, Jiang Qian woke up on her bed!

This elegant lady, who had been cold for nearly a decade, now sat on the bed in her pajamas, feeling shy. She stared blankly, one hand over her mouth and the other clutching her chest as she recalled that outrageous dream.

The strange feeling she’d had earlier with Lin Zheng Ran returned.

And this time, it was crystal clear and intense—her heart pounded nonstop.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly; just one more day until the graduation ceremony.

But when Fang Meng went to wake Jiang Qian, she found her sick.

Jiang Qian lay alone in bed, her face flushed, clutching her chest.

Sweat beaded on her forehead as if from a high fever; she looked miserable and in pain.

Fang Meng asked anxiously, “What’s wrong, Qian Qian? Didn’t you sleep last night?”

Jiang Qian shook her head, breathing heavily with a dazed look: “My heart feels awful, really uncomfortable. It’s beating so fast.”

“I’ll call the doctor! Hang in there!”

Soon, Jiang Qian’s private doctor arrived by car and examined her. After checks, he found nothing seriously wrong.

Fang Meng asked nearby, “How is she, Doctor? What’s wrong with Qian Qian?”

Jiang Qian, scared, added, “Am I okay? My heart hurts so much.”

The doctor looked puzzled at Jiang Qian’s reaction and thought: “Second Miss, your heart is beating fast, but I can’t pinpoint any illness. Has this happened before?”

Jiang Qian shook her head, her face red and sweaty: “No, first time. I’ve never felt this awful before.”

“We should go to the hospital for a thorough check with proper equipment.”

Fang Meng grew fearful: “Is it something serious?”

The doctor shook his head: “Hard to say. I don’t see anything unusual, but we’ll know after tests. Anything’s possible, but don’t worry too much—Second Miss is young and healthy.”

So, the driver quickly took Fang Meng, the doctor, and Jiang Qian to the hospital.

Even Jiang Jingshi heard about her sister’s illness and rushed to the hospital.

They went to a top-tier private hospital with high fees but no waiting and advanced equipment.

Jiang Qian lay on the chair as machines scanned her from head to toe.

Jiang Jingshi, who had hurried in wearing a women’s suit, stood with Fang Meng next to the doctor and asked, “When did this happen?”

Fang Meng replied, “Just this morning. She suddenly got like this—face all red like a fever, and her heart racing.”

Jiang Jingshi nervously asked the doctor, “How long for results?”

The doctor checked the machine data: “It’ll be ready soon.”

Soon, Jiang Qian’s exams were done. Fang Meng helped her up, and the doctor frowned at the results.

Jiang Jingshi asked, “What’s the verdict?”

The doctor examined the scans and Jiang Qian’s reaction:

“Why is the dopamine level so high? It’s like she’s overly excited, which could strain the heart. Second Miss, have you taken any medication lately, or has something happened? Tell me everything she’s done recently in detail.”