Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

TL: Etude Translations

After stabilizing the morale of the army, the work efficiency of the Pintuan · Wanzhong division noticeably improved.

After leaving Jiang Qin’s office, each department head immediately started distributing accounts to their subordinates, instructing them to quickly familiarize themselves with the forum’s features and to devise extensive promotion plans.

They were already very familiar with Pintuan, but now they had to acquaint themselves with a new website, which was quite a laborious task.

But who could complain when the boss was so generous?

The employees, without any complaints, swiftly logged into Zhihu. But upon seeing it, they were so astonished that they even held their breath.

Renjian Zhengyi Zhang Zixuan had updated her daily photo series.

“Holy shit, getting paid to look at this in the office… Is this really okay?”

“At this moment, I finally understand that joining this company was the right decision!”

“If our future work is like this, we should probably return half our salary to the boss. Keeping it all seems too excessive.”

“Right, right, I’ll make a banner for the boss after work, praising him as a People’s Entrepreneur.”

At this time, Jiang Qin had already come out of the office. He stood at the door, expressionless, observing everything. He thought to himself that the promotion on Zhihu was definitely a success.

Because when a website can capture your attention in the shortest time, it has already succeeded. The only remaining challenge is to make more people aware of its existence.

Jiang Qin didn’t stay for long. After making a round, he returned to Linchuan University, directing Uncle Gong along the way, and eventually arrived at the Entrepreneurship Center.

His Audi was parked on the roadside, covered in dust due to infrequent use recently.

Jiang Qin got out of the Bentley, took a hose from the trunk of the Audi, skillfully connected it to the lawn’s irrigation system, a sight that could evoke sympathy.

“Uncle Gong, you should also turn off your car. I’ll wash it for you.”

“Okay, young master.”

The Bentley of the little rich lady also hadn’t been driven for a while and was somewhat dusty.

Jiang Qin attached a high-pressure nozzle to the hose, vigorously spraying the car. The keys, hanging from his waist, clinked with his movements, giving him an air of authority. řἈℕꝊ₿Εs

One moment he was in the office, nonchalantly spending money like he owned several gold mines, and the next moment, he was back at the university, secretly using water to wash cars. Uncle Gong, having served as a driver for the Feng family for decades and having seen many young talents, had never met someone as amusing as Young Master Jiang.

“Uncle Gong, stop calling me ‘young master’. The play is over, and I get goosebumps hearing that.”

Uncle Gong smiled faintly: “Okay, Young Master Jiang.”

“…”

This old man was really stubborn. Jiang Qin paused with the hose, then took out his phone and started typing.

One minute, two minutes… ten minutes, fifteen minutes. Uncle Gong’s expression gradually turned puzzled, wondering why Young Master Jiang seemed frozen in place.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw the little rich lady of his household running over from the opposite shady path.

“Uncle Gong.”

“Young Miss, why are you here?”

Feng Nanshu pointed at Jiang Qin: “I came to play with Jiang Qin.”

Jiang Qin switched the hose to his left hand and shook it twice: “Why did you take so long? My hand is about to go numb. Look, a rainbow.”

The water, pressurized by the water gun, sprayed out like mist, creating a small rainbow as it caught the light, seeming to hang above the car, a scene straight out of an idol drama.

Jiang Qin was quite proud: “I told you I could perform magic.”

“Jiang Qin, I want to try too.” Feng Nanshu’s eyes sparkled, eagerly reaching for the water gun.

“Just don’t shake it too much, the rainbow might disappear if the angle is wrong.”

Jiang Qin handed her the water gun and then sat on a nearby stone bench, watching the little rich lady happily spraying water in the sunlight. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his mood seemed exceptionally bright.

It turned out that the son-in-law stood motionless with the water gun just to preserve the fleeting rainbow for the little rich lady to see…

Uncle Gong glanced at the novel “Arrogant Son-in-law in the City: Final Volume” in his hand and suddenly felt the story within less appealing.

“Young Master Jiang.”

“What is it, Uncle Gong?” Jiang Qin looked up.

Uncle Gong approached: “This Bentley has been in service since the young miss was in junior high. According to the family, it’s time for a change. Even the best cars’ safety features decline over time.”

After hearing this, Jiang Qin was stunned: “Only seven years? Your wealthy family is really extravagant, huh?”

“For our family, the young miss’s safety is of utmost importance. Plus, the car won’t go to waste but will be repurposed. So, I wanted to ask for your opinion?”

Jiang Qin was puzzled: “My opinion?”

“What kind of car does Young Master Jiang like?” Uncle Gong asked with a smile.

“…”

Jiang Qin panicked internally, thinking to himself that it was over. Uncle Gong really started treating him like a son-in-law. Otherwise, why would he ask for his opinion about replacing Feng Nanshu’s car?

He couldn’t help but glance at the novel “Arrogant Son-in-law in the City” in Uncle Gong’s hand, cursing inwardly at how misleading such web novels could be. He prided himself on having boundaries, despite admitting his character might be slightly flawed.

“Uncle Gong, if we’re not short on money, let’s get a Rolls-Royce. I might use it in the future.”

…

With work matters temporarily settled, a more pressing issue loomed: the end-of-term exams for the second semester.

As Linchuan’s recognized first “Star of Learning,” it would be embarrassing to barely scrape by the pass mark in every exam, especially since some of those grades might be inflated out of respect for Principal Zhang.

Truly, the title of “Star of Learning” was both a blessing and a curse.

While Jiang Qin lamented, he tried to study intensely, but to no avail. Forced focus was challenging without the right motivation.

So, the next day, he coaxed Feng Nanshu into Room 207, locked the door, removed her shoes, and placed her soft, fragrant feet on the desk in front of him as a reward for studying. His efficiency indeed improved significantly.

“Another day in love with studying,” Jiang Qin contentedly thought, feeling as if his stomach was filled with ink.

Feng Nanshu, rubbing her feet, looked at him coldly: “Jiang Qin, you’re a bad bear.”

“No, you’re wrong, I’m actually a pervert,” Jiang Qin responded, patting his textbook, already planning tomorrow’s study session.

Studying was truly a joy.

If he had this kind of study aid in high school, Tsinghua and Peking University would have been nothing to him.

This teaches us that having a good friend can indeed greatly assist in studying.

The next morning, it was raining. Gao Wenhui, after getting ready, planned to go to Xi Tian to manage the store but realized she had forgotten to wash her socks in the busyness of studying.

“Nanshu, I have no clean socks. Can I borrow a pair from you?”

“Wenhui, I don’t have any socks to lend you,” Feng Nanshu replied blankly.

Gao Wenhui was surprised: “Eh, don’t you have a lot of socks?”

“They’re all torn.”

Feng Nanshu answered with a puffed face, then turned her attention back to a book on social etiquette from the library, pondering what else good friends could do.

Gao Wenhui was puzzled. Linchuan University didn’t have mice, did it?

Well, it was raining outside anyway. She decided to just wear slippers, since the counter at Xi Tian was high enough that no one would notice.

Gao Wenhui left with an umbrella, arrived at Xi Tian, and took over from a part-time university student who had been busy all morning. She then began to daydream at the counter.

On a rainy day, few people came for milk tea. Even university students rushing to class preferred to avoid the detour.

Finding it increasingly boring, she began to plan a novel with Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu as the main characters, augmented by her own imagination.

“In the Name of Friendship, I Love You.”

Gao Wenhui wrote these eight characters on a receipt paper. Starting is always the hardest, especially for someone who had never written a novel. It would take days to craft a clever beginning.

Engrossed in her thoughts and making milk tea, humming to herself, she multitasked happily.

Around noon, Jiang Qin suddenly appeared in the plaza with Xu Yu, checking and verifying the accounts of the Xi Tian milk tea shop.

After all, it was the end of the semester, and even though Xi Tian was a side business, it was essential to know its profits.

“Little Gao, when you go back to the dorm, can you give this to Feng Nanshu?”

“What’s this? Snacks?”

“?”

Jiang Qin was taken aback, impressed by her guess.

Meanwhile, Gao Wenhui had already sneakily opened the black bag, and her eyes widened in shock.

Inside were various socks: thin lace short socks, white mid-calf silk stockings, black pantyhose, cute patterned cotton socks, black fishnet stockings…

More than thirty pairs in total, leaving Gao Wenhui’s mind reeling with thoughts.

“You’re even buying socks for Feng Nanshu. Can this still be called friendship? Tell me, did you also buy her those little tigers?”

“You don’t know shit.”

Jiang Qin spat back, thinking to himself that according to the law, if you damage someone’s belongings, you have to compensate, even if they belong to a friend. That’s what being a gentleman is about.

AN: The monthly tickets… Can I make it into the top ten this month? Will my wish at the beginning of the month come true? Please…

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