Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

TL: Etude

No matter if it’s the Winter Solstice, New Year’s Day, or the New Year itself, the essence of a festival is really about the atmosphere. Once there’s a crowd, and you add in the steam from hotpot and dumplings, even an ordinary day could feel like a festive occasion.

“Boss, let’s get some drinks. We didn’t have any during the last team building,” Lu Feiyu suddenly spoke up.

Jiang Qin turned to look at Professor Yan, noticing his serious expression, so he coughed and said, “Why ask me? Pour for Professor Yan first.”

“Oh right, Professor first,” Lu Feiyu said, grabbing a bottle of Wuliangye, ready to pour.

“Stop!”

Professor Yan waved his hand twice, signaling him not to pour, indicating that he wouldn’t drink.

As the person in charge of the Entrepreneurship Center, misusing public resources was already improper. Turning a blind eye was his way of showing leniency, but drinking here was going too far and simply inappropriate.

Lu Feiyu, half leaning towards the professor’s right side, froze with an arm stiff, his gaze turning to Jiang Qin, unsure whether to pour the drink or not.

“Didn’t you see? Professor Yan already gestured with his hand; we can only drink five cups.”

“Damn, so that’s what the professor meant. It’s like an epiphany!”

“Hold on, when did I ever say that?!”

The already lively Room 207 became even more animated with the addition of alcohol. Everyone was brimming with smiles, and the conversation flowed freely in all directions.

Professor Yan remained silent for a while, then pursed his lips. Adhering to the principle of not wasting, he drank the liquor in his cup with dignity, only to realize that everyone else was drinking beer and there wasn’t another person drinking baijiu.

Well, it seemed that the bottle of Wuliangye was prepared for him from the start.

“Professor, this isn’t about encouraging you to drink. It’s more about complementing the atmosphere, just a little something to cheer the mood,” Jiang Qin suddenly said.

Professor Yan coughed, “Just this once, no more next time. I’ve only been in Room 207 for a few days, and my standards have already hit rock bottom.”

“It’s okay, they can’t run away once they hit the ground. We’ll find them when we clean up later. For now, there’s no rush. Drink if you want.”

“?”

Jiang Qin filled Professor Yan’s cup again, then glanced at the time and stepped out of Room 207 with his phone.

Reaching the stairwell corner, where the laughter couldn’t reach, he called Hu Maolin from the University of Science of Technology and Zhang Ming’an, extending his greetings for the Winter Solstice.

He also took the opportunity to reveal his plans to promote group buying soon.

While Tan Qing was making preparations at Linchuan University, Wei Lianlan was also negotiating with merchants at the University of Science of Technology.

The progress on both sides wasn’t exactly the same, but they were quite close.

If it weren’t for Hu Maolin’s bias against group buying, Jiang Qin wouldn’t have needed to start a trial operation at Linchuan University. His real aim was to use the facts to reassure Hu Maolin.

Now that the trial operation had shown clear results, he felt more confident and decided not to hesitate anymore.

With the New Year approaching and the market at the University of Science of Technology ripe for the taking, there was no reason not to capitalize on it quickly. Otherwise, once the winter vacation started, it would be too late.

“When do you plan to start the promotion?”

“Around New Year’s Day, to coincide with the sales event,” Jiang Qin replied truthfully.

After a moment of silence, Hu Maolin spoke, “Alright then, give it a try. But remember, don’t be rash. Be steady and make sure to arrange those work-study students properly.”

“Understood, Director Hu. With your words, I’m relieved. Enjoy your dumplings, I won’t disturb you anymore!”

After hanging up, Jiang Qin looked out the window at the snowy scene with deep eyes, feeling invincible at that moment.

He had deliberately chosen to make the call during the Winter Solstice dinner.

On one hand, it was to convey warm greetings and foster a closer relationship, and on the other, it was to be concise and efficient.

Director Hu was a good person, just a bit long-winded. But given that he was likely enjoying the Winter Solstice dinner with his closest family members – Jiang Qin had even heard a little girl calling out ‘Daddy’ in the background – it meant he was in the midst of family joy and wouldn’t have the time for a lengthy chat with Jiang Qin.

If it hadn’t been for the time and place, Hu Maolin would have undoubtedly brought up Ye Ziqing’s example again, asking Jiang Qin with great concern if he was really prepared.

Once more, the concept of right timing, location, and human harmony was applied invisibly, exuding effortless charisma.

Jiang Qin smiled faintly, fiddling with his hair in the reflection of the window glass. He thought that if there were a girl outside, she would surely wonder why she was seeing someone like Daniel Wu at Linchuan University.

“I should also call mom and dad.”

Jiang Qin scrolled through his contacts and called Mrs. Yuan Youqin, asking about her health, the weather, and whether the couple had eaten dumplings.

“We did eat dumplings, but it’s like we never had a son. You hardly call twice a month. Tell me the truth, are you in a relationship?”

“Not yet. I’m as steadfast as iron, managing to withstand all the pressure,” Jiang Qin replied with firmness in his voice.

Yuan Youqin, not knowing what her son was up to, advised a few words about taking care of his health before circling back to the topic: “Don’t hide it if you have a girlfriend. Bring her home for me to meet.”

“I’ll think about it when I can’t hold out any longer. But as it stands, it’s hard to reach that point, so my focus is still on my career.”

“A university student entrepreneur, right? I read the newspaper you sent home. Extracurricular activities are secondary, but you still need to study hard.”

With a single sentence, Yuan Youqin categorized Jiang Qin’s entrepreneurship as an extracurricular activity: “By the way, what’s the girl’s last name?”

Jiang Qin couldn’t help but laugh: “Mom, that trick won’t work anymore. Still playing the same game you did when I was a kid to trick me out of my New Year’s money?”

“If you won’t say, then I’ll just guess. Is it Wang?”

“Hello? Mom, I’m getting bad reception here. Hello? Hello…”

Jiang Qin hung up the phone, thinking how close he was to a slip-up when his mother guessed the surname Wang. Revealing the wrong name would have inadvertently confirmed the right one. The older, the wiser – you really can’t beat that.

At that moment, a burst of cheers came from Room 207, sounding exceptionally enthusiastic.

Jiang Qin pushed the door open and saw Feng Nanshu’s lips stained black, adding a touch of bewitching allure to her appearance, like a fairy suddenly turned dark in a TV drama, her cool gaze intensifying her charm.

“What happened to your mouth?”

“Jiang Qin, the dumplings are poisoned.”

Feng Nanshu’s expression was serious: “And they taste like chocolate!”

“Boss, the boss lady got the lucky dumpling. It’s time for a reward,” Wei Lianlan urged.

“Then, as we agreed before, reward the little rich lady with five hundred yuan!”

Jiang Qin took out his wallet, pulled out five banknotes, but the entire room objected: “Boss, I remember the lucky dumpling prize was supposed to be a kiss, right?”

“Was it?”

“Of course, we all heard it, didn’t we?”

“Alright, alright, I can’t win with you guys. So be it, a kiss then.”

Jiang Qin lifted the banknotes, kissed them, and handed them to Feng Nanshu. Then, picking up his chopsticks, he waved his hand, inviting everyone to continue eating.

Seeing this, everyone in the room couldn’t help but exclaim in disappointment, thinking the boss really had a way out, promising a kiss but settling it with a peck on the money.

That counts as a kiss?

Pshaw, shameless!

Feng Nanshu didn’t know what the lucky dumpling was about, as she had no experience eating dumplings with a group. She felt a bit out of place, slightly regretful that she couldn’t deceive him even with the ‘poisoned’ dumpling, and then reached her hand under the table, slipping it into his.

Across the table, Tang Lin couldn’t help but glance at Feng Nanshu and then at Jiang Qin, suddenly understanding the meaning behind Hong Yan’s previous words.

What did it mean that not even mountains could crush Jiang Qin?

How could he resist kissing a girl like Feng Nanshu, even when egged on by others?

My goodness, what kind of iron-willed person could manage such a feat?

Tang Lin had involuntarily imagined herself in Jiang Qin’s shoes and felt that, far from being swayed by the crowd, even if someone tried to stop her, she would have lunged forward to plant a kiss, making sure her face was covered in drool.

No wonder Hong Yan, despite suppressing her feelings, was unwilling to delve deeper into that abyss.

This man, Jiang Qin, was indeed a bit terrifying!

Tang Lin found it incomprehensible, full of questions, but soon she unravelled them herself.

In that corridor showdown, it wasn’t just Feng Nanshu who left a deep impression on Tang Lin, but also Chu Siqi, the so-called “campus belle.”

Thinking about Chu Siqi’s willfulness, arrogance, and petulance, Tang Lin felt a shiver down her spine and began to understand Jiang Qin’s feelings.

Being entangled with such a girl for three years, his heart must have been pierced thoroughly, probably enough to serve as a showerhead.

“Jiang Qin, I toast to you!”

“?”

Bewildered, Jiang Qin raised his glass, clinked it with Tang Lin’s, and noticed a flicker of sympathy in her eyes.

I’m already making tens of thousands a day, why would anyone pity me? What a joke!

After a while, the gathering in Room 207 dispersed.

Jiang Qin suggested everyone cook the remaining dumplings and take them back to their dorms to share, reasoning that since Principal Zhang hadn’t delivered a fridge yet, they couldn’t keep them anyway.

He himself carried two bags, one for Feng Nanshu’s dorm and the other for his own.

“Jiang Qin, hold my hand.”

Stepping out of the Entrepreneurship Center and into the light of the streetlamps, Feng Nanshu reached out her hand.

“I’m carrying a bag of dumplings in each hand; I can’t hold yours.”

Jiang Qin, looking mischievously helpless, shook the dumplings in his hands.

“Then I’ll carry one bag for you, and you can use that hand to hold mine.”

“Why do you like holding hands so much?”

“I don’t know.”

Feng Nanshu’s eyes sparkled brightly, her steps lively. She would be pulled back when walking too fast and drawn forward when lagging, enjoying the game on her own.

She seemed to relish this sense of connection.

But there were moments along the way when their hands would part—sometimes because the ‘little rich lady’ walked too fast, sometimes because Jiang Qin mischievously let go. She would immediately turn back to hold his hand again.

Jiang Qin remembered that when he first saw her, she didn’t seem to have this vibrant, girlish charm.

If this continued, even his proud resilience would eventually yield.

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