Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?-Chapter 232: Punishing the Little Devil

TL: Etude

The next morning, Jiang Qin climbed out of bed, loudly announcing it was time for class, leaving his three roommates staring at him in bewildered astonishment.

“You’re actually going to class? You must be bluffing.”

“Having been away from the people for too long, it’s about time I returned to the classroom,” Jiang Qin said as he rolled up the legs of his trousers.

Cao Guangyu scrutinized him carefully: “Why are your dark circles so heavy? Did you suffer from insomnia last night?”

“No, I slept like a log.”

Zhou Chao climbed out of bed while speaking up, “Bro Jiang, you didn’t sleep last night, did you? I heard you tossing and turning as if you were on fire. I was woken up by your noise several times.”

Jiang Qin chuckled dryly, feigning deafness to the conversation.

Why the hell should I care about your “Bro Jiang”? Just because he can’t sleep, does that mean I have insomnia?

Grabbing a handful of pistachios from the desk, Jiang Qin pocketed them and dragged his dorm’s “F3” out for breakfast, then strutted into the teaching building.

Classes for the third and fourth sections were combined, so the amphitheater was packed with many people who all looked surprised to see Jiang Qin, with some even showing expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe I get to see Jiang Qin in my lifetime?”

“I thought he had dropped out.”

“He hasn’t dropped out?”

“Why would he drop out if he hasn’t failed any courses?”

“He skipped through half of his classes last semester. Even if he didn’t fall below the attendance red line, could he actually pass his exams?”

“Out of the four guys in their dorm, only Ren Ziqiang who doesn’t often skip class has failed.”

“Fucking hell, is Jiang Qin a genius?”

“The genius is Feng Nanshu, the top of our major, you know? She’s got people tutoring her one-on-one behind closed doors every day, she’d have a hard time failing if she tried.”

“I get it now. Whether you fail or not isn’t about skipping classes, it’s about having a girlfriend.”

“…”

Facing all the whispering from every direction, Jiang Qin stepped into the classroom and immediately saw the adorable yet aloof Feng Nanshu.

He touched his nose, realizing he hadn’t brought a jacket, and decided to change seats. Just as he was pondering this, Gao Wenhui promptly stood up, clearing the seat next to the little rich lady.

Damn it, what is there to fear from a clean and clear friendship?

Jiang Qin had a certain boldness in him, always ready to challenge himself and break his own limits, so he confidently took the seat offered.

Seeing this, the little rich lady’s eyes gleamed brightly, and she obediently and cutely stretched her soft, fragrant hand into Jiang Qin’s.

What else could a female university student wish for? Just to attend class with her big bear and sneakily hold hands under the table.

“You actually came to class?” Gao Wenhui was amazed.

Jiang Qin looked at her dismissively, “Bullshit, if I didn’t come to class, wouldn’t that mean my bath was for nothing?”

“?????”

Jiang Qin kneaded the little rich lady’s soft hand, recalling the previous night’s bath when the image of Feng Nanshu’s little butt sitting in his lap flashed across his mind.

Because of this, he hadn’t slept well all night, closing his eyes only to see that damn little rich lady.

“Feng Nanshu, you are a little devil.”

“I’m not,” Feng Nanshu retorted with a whine.

Jiang Qin decided to punish her thoroughly by peeling a pistachio and feeding it into her small mouth, “If you are a little devil, you’ll feel happy after eating this.”

Feng Nanshu looked at him with cool detachment, “Jiang Qin, I am not happy at all, but I do want to eat another one.”

“…”

Fine, I’ll indulge you, Jiang Qin sighed inwardly, peeling two more pistachios for her.

Witnessing this, Gao Wenhui became more excited than a cat on catnip, her eyes brightening as she took a photo, planning to show it to the instructor after class.

She had only learned this semester that the instructor, Xue Hongying, was also a shipper, and she was a fan of shipping Feng Nanshu and Jiang Qin.

Feeling honored to share interests with the instructor, Gao Wenhui felt quite privileged.

But since Xue Hongying was busy and didn’t have much time, Gao Wenhui often took photos for her to see.

The shippers’ ranks swelled step by step.

“You want more?”

Feng Nanshu pursed her lips, “I want more.”

Jiang Qin checked his pockets and discovered they were empty, “No more left, I only grabbed a handful, and you’ve eaten them all. I’ll punish you next time.”

“Don’t panic, we still have five minutes before class starts. I’ll go buy some!”

“??????”

Jiang Qin watched as Gao Wenhui bolted from the classroom like a hunting dog, a look of utter bafflement on his face.

However, he quickly remembered something else and scoped around the room, locating where the golden flowers of finance class three were seated, then took a contract from his bag and walked over.

Song Qingsong had agreed some time ago to invest her dumpling recipe into the business, but since Jiang Qin had been busy and the matter wasn’t urgent, the contract signing had been postponed until now.

Today, since Jiang Qin had decided to attend class, he brought the contract along.

The golden flowers of class three, who were originally relaxing against their chairs, immediately straightened up as they saw Jiang Qin approaching.

Jiang Tian adjusted her clothes to smooth out the wrinkles, Song Qingsong tidied her hair and tucked stray strands behind her ear, and even Jian Chun straightened her collar, adjusting the bow tie at the neckline.

It wasn’t so much about affection but a subconscious desire to present the best image in front of the admired idol.

Beside them, watching with a sour heart, Zhuang Chen couldn’t help clenching his molars.

“I’ve been too busy these past days, almost forgot about signing the contract. This is the partnership agreement; take a look and sign your name if it seems right.”

Jiang Qin sat in an empty seat opposite them and placed the contract in front of Song Qingsong.

“Oh, yes, Idol.”

Song Qingsong picked up the agreement, her eyes sparkling, while the girls around her also crowded close, their eyes filled with longing and envy.

Signing it meant a monthly dividend of two to three hundred yuan, which could potentially double. Who wouldn’t be dazzled by that?

Especially the prominent words “Partnership Agreement” on the front page of the contract, dramatically elevating the sense of ceremony.

“What kind of contract is this? Partnership?”

Class 4 and three were different, and there was quite a lag and barrier in information transfer between them.

Thus, students of Class 4 were full of questions upon witnessing this scene.

“Jiang Qin invested in a restaurant using Qingsong’s family recipe. He offered her a direct share in the business, allowing her to earn over three hundred yuan in dividends each month, with unlimited potential.”

Jiang Tian had been class president for a semester and often helped out with the student union, so she was quite adept at making public statements.

“Monthly income? And unlimited?”

Jian Chun bit her lip and couldn’t help saying, “That’s just the second option. If Qingsong had chosen the first, she could have received fifty thousand yuan straight away.”

Jiang Qin glanced at Jiang Tian and Jian Chun, thinking to himself that these two girls had the same problem as Old Cao, enjoying showing off too much.

At the same time, students from Class 4 showed envious looks, and their gazes towards Jiang Qin became much more complex.

Many in the Finance Department knew that he had started his own business at the beginning of the semester and that he owned Zhihu and the group-buying business, but these things felt distant and somewhat unreal to them.

But when they saw someone profiting because of Jiang Qin’s presence – and profiting continuously at that – the feeling of envy was tangible.

Class 4 had never had a very good opinion of Jiang Qin, with some boys even harboring resentful feelings.

It was nothing personal – it was just that he had taken away the most beautiful Feng Nanshu.

But when they thought about it, apart from someone like Jiang Qin who could make things happen, who else could be worthy of someone as stunning as Feng Nanshu?

Is it impressive to be good at studying? What’s the use? Handsome? Can good looks be eaten?

What about those in the student union? Don’t forget, there has been a rumor in the Finance Department that Zhu Feng wanted Jiang Qin to be the next union president, but he rejected it.

“Done reading?”

“Yeah,” Song Qingsong nodded.

Suddenly, Jiang Qin took the contract back: “Never mind if you’ve finished. I’ve decided not to cooperate with you after all.”

“Eh?!”

“To be honest, my restaurant isn’t making much money. Paying you three to five hundred a month is too much of a loss. Just pretend I was boasting.”

Jiang Qin picked up the contract and walked back to his seat, continuing to knead the soft hand of the little rich lady, calling her a little devil, leaving Feng Nanshu with a look of grievance.

Meanwhile, those who were gathered around Song Qingsong looked at each other, stunned, and it took them a long time to react.

Holy shit, he went back on his word? How shameless could he be? To retract cooperation and walk away just like that? What kind of person does that?

You could’ve just said nothing from the start, but how could you go back on your word after saying it? It was absurd to them, defying their concept of college student integrity.

“Heh, I knew it. What kind of cooperation? It was all fake. Jiang Qin just wanted to use Song Qingsong to create an opportunity to show off. Only you guys would be so na?ve to believe his bullshit.”

Zhuang Chen immediately displayed disdain, as if he had foreseen it all, with a few words full of scorn. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

“Yeah, it’s shameless to go back on your word like that. I’ve never seen anyone so despicable. If you’ve got the balls, don’t say it. To say something and not follow through is just laughable.”

Zhang Guangxu couldn’t restrain himself from agreeing, his eyes full of contempt.

Emboldened by the agreement, Zhuang Chen arrogantly said: “Song Qingsong, I suggest in the future you shouldn’t believe everything people say. Whatever ‘idol’ – just to show off, he’s willing to lose face.”

“Right, from now on, listen to Zhuang Chen. He may not make as much money as Jiang Qin, but at least when he says he’s treating us to a meal, he delivers.” frёewebnoѵēl.com

“You’re being a bit harsh, Zhang. You don’t have to listen to me about everything. The main thing is to be cautious and clear-sighted,” Zhuang Chen snorted coldly.

As the words dropped, Jiang Tian and Jian Chun were stunned for a long time, pursing their lips in silent confusion.

Could it be that Jiang Qin really just wanted to let everyone know he had money and was investing, so he deliberately used Song Qingsong as an excuse to flaunt his wealth? That was simply too ridiculous.

“Qingsong, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Really?”

“I just feel like I’ve missed out on a billion dollars.”

Song Qingsong’s eyes reddened, and she leaned motionless on the desk, going full emo for the entire class. Throughout this time, her gaze often fell upon Jiang Qin’s back, but he never once looked back.

However, just a minute before the class ended, Jiang Tian suddenly passed her phone.

[Come to the fire escape after class — Jiang Qin]

Seeing this, Song Qingsong was startled, as was Jian Chun, with a flicker of astonishment in their eyes. Then the three of them struggled to wait until the end of class before hastily heading to the fire escape.

Zhuang Chen found this behavior strange. Were they going to the bathroom? But the restroom was in the opposite direction.

He had his heart set on Jian Chun, so he couldn’t help but follow them, and when he discovered that they had entered the fire escape, he was utterly confused.

But before he could ask, Jiang Qin came in with the contract, handed a pen to Song Qingsong, and asked her to continue signing.

Song Qingsong was dumbfounded, unable to understand the Idol’s intentions, her gaze lost.

“After discussing this matter openly in the cafeteria last time, I thought about it and found it was not great to let too many people know about the partnership. After all, wealth should be kept a secret.”

“Three to five hundred yuan a month might not be much, but if it gets out, and people keep coming to borrow money, what will you do? Can you refuse?”

“If you don’t lend the money, your reputation will definitely suffer, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg; if you do lend it, it’ll be like throwing meat buns to a dog, since borrowers will think you’re rolling in it every month and won’t care if they pay you back or not.”

“So, when you guys mentioned starting at three hundred and having no ceiling, it was too ostentatious. Once it gets out, it can easily cause trouble.”

“Once we sign the agreement, you can save the money, buy gifts for your parents, treat yourself to beautiful clothes, or take your friends out for a meal. Then, act as if nothing happened, and that would be best.”

With a few casual remarks, Jiang Qin made the three girls open their mouths slightly, finally understanding his intent.

They had indeed been too occupied with showing off to those around them, never considering the repercussions of getting the word out. Knowing that borrowing money was a common occurrence at university, with plenty of examples of unpaid loans, even without that, Song Qingsong could have become the target of jealousy, as girls are more prone to such feelings.

So, Jiang Qin’s public denial was a way to tell everyone that the partnership hadn’t happened, and no money was exchanged, effectively eliminating any potential trouble.

The Idol wasn’t just thorough with details; he was also elegantly strong-willed.

The three exchanged glances, their hearts fluttering, and their cheeks unavoidably began to flush with excitement.

Of course, what Jiang Qin didn’t tell them was that he was wary of becoming a target for being too well-known and successful, preferring to maintain a low profile. Making money alongside students without drawing attention was preferable—better to err on the side of caution.

“Idol, I’ve signed. I won’t tell anyone in the future.”

“Good, quiet wealth is the best.”

Jiang Qin collected the contract and turned back to the classroom, planning to continue punishing Feng Nanshu by feeding her pistachios until she cried.

Meanwhile, Zhuang Chen stood silently against the wall, feeling as if he’d been slapped in the face. He shrank into a corner, filled with bitterness.

Why? Why did Jiang Qin get praised twice for one deed?

He seemed to have turned into a clown when he suddenly backed out, and his own biting remarks were spoken, yet Jiang Qin managed to turn the situation around? From a man whose word meant nothing, he became a man full of attention to detail and regarded as an Idol once again?

Zhuang Chen was consumed by jealousy, yet couldn’t help but put himself in Jiang Qin’s shoes, internally mimicking his mannerism and imagining Jian Chun’s expression.

Damn, it really feels good…

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