Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 257: Love Should Never Be Discounted

After returning to the room from the front hall, Jiang Qin woke up Feng Nanshu, who was lying on the bed. He then held her delicate black silk-clad foot, helping her put on her shoes.

The little rich lady was wearing a pair of high-transparency stockings today. Through the thin fabric, one could see her plump and cute toes, resembling juicy little cherries.

“How can you be so adorable? From now on, you’re mine!”

“Jiang Qin, this is my foot.”

“We are good friends. I’m lending it to you, but you must protect it well for me.”

Feng Nanshu gave him a blank look, then allowed herself to be led out of the room by Jiang Qin, feeling like she was raising a cute daughter.

When they arrived at the small private dining room for the gathering, half of their classmates were already there. The other half, who had gone out with umbrellas, were now gradually returning.

The last person to enter the yard was Lu Tian. He had left with good spirits, but returned limping, his clothes stained with mud, looking quite miserable.

He spoke amusingly, his mouth exuding a strong local accent, sharing his near-death experience with everyone. While talking, he even showed off the wound on his ankle.

Feng Nanshu coldly returned his look: “Jiang Qin, he seems to have visited the ‘good friend tree’.”

“This story teaches us that to be lifelong good friends, suffering and bleeding are inevitable.”

While chatting with the little rich lady, Jiang Qin stood up to get some bread from the center of the table.

The bread, provided by the farmhouse, was rationed per person – one for each. It wasn’t particularly delicious, but without it, the meal would be incomplete.

Jiang Tian had brought the bread over, naturally placing it closer to her side, making it unreachable for Jiang Qin.

“I’ll get it for you.”

“Let me do it.”

“Allow me to assist you.”

The next moment, three similar phrases rang out simultaneously. Jian Chun, Jiang Tian, and Song Qingqing all stood up, reaching for the basket holding the bread and attempting to pass it to him.

Three hands from three different directions grabbed the basket at the same time, squeezing and deforming the already flimsy basket. A few pieces of bread even popped out, creating an awkward scene.

“…”

Jian Chun was the first to let go, sitting back down with her heart racing.

She hadn’t thought much of it, just instinctively wanting to serve Jiang Qin, much like she used to instinctively help him with his books, not wanting others to touch them.

It was an indescribable feeling, a desire to please Jiang Qin.

This is the psychology of a strong girl like Jian Chun: the more obedient you are to her, the more dispensable you become in her eyes. But if you dominate her, she becomes extremely docile.

Of course, being dominant depends on the person. If you’re dominant without substance, that’s just bluffing.

But Jiang Qin was different. His every action seemed to shine with an aura, no wonder Jian Chun was so flustered upon seeing him.

In short, Jiang Qin’s subtle actions deeply touched Jian Chun’s heart!

Song Qingqing’s logic was the simplest: he was her idol.

He was the one who made an investment in her, allowing her to earn over five hundred yuan a month just by lying down.

“My idol can’t get the bread? That’s unacceptable! If he can’t have it, then none of you shall!”

Jiang Tian’s thoughts were a bit more complex.

Her personality was similar to that of Zhuang Chen, warmer in nature. It was precisely because of this temperament that Lu Guangrong chose her as the class president.

Although she knew she had little chance because of Feng Nanshu’s presence, she still couldn’t help but want to get closer, like a moth drawn to light.

“Damn, that’s too pretentious!”

Seeing this scene, Cao Guangyu, Zhou Chao, and Ren Ziqiang were all astounded, their scalps tingling with disbelief.

This is insane! Has Jiang Qin reached a level where even eating and drinking can cause envy?

At the same time, the other boys at the table stopped eating, staring at the deformed basket with expressions as sour as lemon mixed with vinegar.

Jian Chun, Jiang Tian, and Song Qingqing, the three most beautiful girls in their class, usually aloof and proud, were now all vying to please Jiang Qin, willing to feed him with their own hands. This was beyond comprehension!

The most bitter among them were Zhang Guangxu and Zhuang Chen.

Zhang Guangxu’s secret pursuit of Song Qingqing was no longer a secret, so seeing his crush fawning over Jiang Qin nearly drove him to flip the table.

Why is love so strange? Why doesn’t it fall on the most suitable people?

However, after glancing at Zhuang Chen next to him, he thought better of it. Look at Zhuang Chen, his head almost glowing green, yet sitting so calmly.

What is stature? This, this is stature!

But Zhuang Chen wasn’t as calm as he appeared. He was burning with jealousy.

Yet, he kept reassuring himself that it was just a minor task of grabbing some bread, a trivial matter that didn’t warrant overreaction.

Jian Chun had once said she liked men with substance, preferably gentle and refined gentlemen. Since hearing her say that, he had always strived to meet such standards.

In contrast, Jiang Qin was all about profanities, completely at odds with Jian Chun’s ideal mate.

It made no sense for her to not like a gentle gentleman like him but fall for someone like Jiang Qin, who was known for skipping classes and foul language.

“Zhang Guangxu, why do you keep staring at my head?” Zhuang Chen suddenly noticed his roommate’s strange gaze.

Zhang Guangxu swallowed, “It’s nothing, Old Zhuang. Let’s eat, have more vegetables.”

“Psycho!”

“Why are you scolding me? Go scold that Jiang guy if you dare.”

Zhuang Chen bit his lip, ultimately choosing to stay silent and continue eating his vegetables as if nothing had happened.

Of course, those even more puzzled by the recent spectacle were the “family members” who came with their boyfriends and girlfriends. Some of them weren’t even from Linchuan University, so they had no idea who Jiang Qin was.

Sure, this Jiang Qin was somewhat tall and handsome, but was he really that much of an idol?

Jealousy, confusion, and astonishment intermingled, creating a silent and weird atmosphere at the table.

Jiang Qin himself found the whole episode absurd.

He genuinely disliked showing off, but he couldn’t help it if people kept giving him reasons to.

Damn it, I’m just an ordinary Daniel Wu from Jizhou!

But, unspoken or not, Finance Class 3 really was a tight-knit, loving family. If only someone would volunteer to answer roll call for him when he skipped class.

Unfortunately, some actions are misdirected.

Jiang Qin grabbed a piece of bread, breaking it in half to offer it to Feng Nanshu.

“Eat less bread and more vegetables.”

“Jiang Qin, I want to eat dumplings,” Feng Nanshu said with a cold expression.

“This is a pre-ordered group meal. Where can I get you dumplings now? We’ll go eat them back at school. Be good.”

After the brief interlude, lunch ended. Everyone, having been cooped up all morning, now scattered around the village like released animals.

Across from the farmhouse, the willow trees along the shore swayed their branches, the deep green of the lake shimmering like emerald.

Zhou Chao stood by the lake, tossing a stone into the water, listening to the plop, and couldn’t help swallowing.

With such depth, who would dare fish here? Haha, might as well jump in and have a feast.

Meanwhile, more people headed into the village, finally gathering under the huge marriage tree.

Cao Guangyu bought a plaque from the opposite hut, writing his and Ding Xue’s names on it. Excitedly trying to hang it up, he ended up with a wound on his ankle, and the plaque fell into the bushes.

As he got up, his expression changed, wondering if Old Jiang really was a fortune-teller.

Following suit, Zhuang Chen also bought a plaque, writing his and Jian Chun’s names on it, also injuring his foot.

Then, more and more couples gathered under the tree, turning the village into a land of the limping.

Jiang Qin, watching from the side, couldn’t help but laugh, thinking if he brought a ladder and charged fifty yuan per use, there would still be takers.

Because in business, it’s well-known that anything tied to love makes the most money, even more absurd than outright robbery.

Like these wish plaques, made of plain wood, no different from the handle of a shoe brush, costless to make but daringly priced at twenty yuan each.

Twenty yuan it is, but the key is you can’t bargain. Because once you do, the seller will tell you, “Sorry, young man, but love can’t be discounted. It’s unlucky.”

Would you listen to that! Damn, it makes sense, “love can’t be discounted.”

In his rebirth, Jiang Qin had swindled here and there, only slightly thwarted by Jiang Zhihua, and it was only when buying these plaques that he didn’t dare to haggle.

“Old Jiang, I think I just saw a plaque with your name on it.”

Cao Guangyu finally climbed up again, perching on the railing and saying.

“Hurry up and hang your plaque. You’ve climbed all this way, and you’re still worrying about others.” Jiang Qin cursed as he urged him on.

Cao Guangyu agreed, quickly tying his plaque up: “Finally done. I hope this tree is as magical as the legend says.”

“Of course, it will work. You and Ding Xue will definitely become lifelong good friends,” Jiang Qin grinned.

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Daniel Wu – handsome actor from back then https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_Wu