Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 201: Did She Behave Well When She Met Mom?

Old Jiang, let me tell you, your son definitely has a girlfriend now!

As Jiang Zhenghong finished work on time and just got home, he was greeted by Yuan Youqin with a serious face. Surprised, he asked, How do you know?

He secretly brought someone home, but our unit got off work early and I bumped into them downstairs, Yuan Youqin briefly described the days events.

Did he admit it?

No, I didnt realize it at the time. The girl looked familiar, but by the time I figured it out, they had already run off.

Jiang Zhenghong switched to slippers and sat on the sofa, taking a sip from his wifes teacup, only to find it cold. How do you know shes his girlfriend? Its common for classmates to visit during the holidays.

Yuan Youqin had evidence: Didnt you see his phone wallpaper when we had dinner the other day?

Wasnt that a female celebrity?

Instantly, Jiang Zhenghong understood: You mean the girl you saw is the same person as the one on Jiang Qins phone wallpaper?

Yes, so I think theres an eight or nine out of ten chance its true, Yuan Youqin nodded decisively.

Lets have dinner first and stop thinking about it. Maybe they havent defined their relationship yet. Its inappropriate for us to interfere prematurely.

Oh, youre only thinking about your daughter-in-law now, but dinner isnt even made yet.

Yuan Youqin quickly stood up from the sofa and rushed into the kitchen, eventually serving a steaming bowl of instant noodles.

Jiang Zhenghong sighed helplessly, thinking that they hadnt even confirmed the daughter-in-law yet, but his wife was already starving him. Thats like losing the wife and the soldiers.

Blame the damn son. If theres something, say it; if not, dont keep hemming and hawing, not inheriting any of his own heroic spirit!

Meanwhile, Jiang Qin drove to Guanlan Avenue opposite Fuzi Lake, stopping in front of a standalone garden villa after passing a long stretch of greenery.

He rarely came here, only once last year when he bought the property. Surprisingly, it was quite close to Feng Nanshus house.

Grand Residences The word grand in it really lived up to its name.

However, strangely, although the yard was brightly lit, the villa itself seemed to have little light, as if it was uninhabited.

At this moment, the gate suddenly opened, and a woman dressed in black stood quietly at the door, waiting but not approaching.

Jiang Qin, bye.

Bye.

Jiang Qin watched Feng Nanshu leave and then turned back to Hongrong Homes.

It was already eight oclock at night, with the night deepening.

Snowflakes floated in the sky, falling gently in the dim light of the street lamps, looking dreamlike and ethereal.

Children often ran around on the streets, holding sparklers and a box of open firecrackers, creating a small hole in the snow with a bang, followed by laughter and joy spreading through the snowy night.

Such carefree childhood memories were indeed enviable.

Sadly, the older Jiang Qin got, the more vague his memories of a happy childhood became.

He only remembered living in the countryside when he was young, where a boy two years older than him, the king of the kids, often took them to set off firecrackers in the woods at the entrance of the village.

Once, while running, the incense stick broke, and his unreliable dad lit a cigarette for him, telling him to take a strong puff if it was about to go out.

Later, he lost interest in firecrackers but became very interested in cigarettes.

Jiang Qin stepped on the snow and entered the neighborhood. As soon as he entered the house, he saw his parents sitting on the sofa, both engrossed in watching TV, as if nothing had happened.

Mom and Dad, have you had dinner?

We have. Did you send your girlfriend home? Yuan Youqin asked quietly.

Even though this question seemed like a natural part of casual conversation, Jiang Qin immediately became alert. Theres a trap!

He changed his slippers calmly, drank a glass of water in the kitchen, and then said, Dont worry, Mom, I safely sent all three good friends home.

You didnt even tell Mom about your relationship?

Jiang Qin nodded: Yes, Guo Zihang brought another box of roasted chicken.

Yuan Youqin narrowed her eyes, Whats your girlfriends name?

The lamb chops were brought by Yang Shuan. He said they were from Yanchi Tan Sheep, one of the tastiest kinds of lamb.

Annoyed, Yuan Youqin thought she still couldnt trick the truth out of him. He was too alert: Then Ill just ask directly. Is the girl who came to our house today your girlfriend?

No, shes just a good friend of mine, Jiang Qin replied confidently.

Then why is her picture on your phone wallpaper? Do you like using your friends photos as wallpaper?

Jiang Zhenghong, too, sat up straight, looking at him: Confess for leniency, resist for severity. Just tell the truth!

Coughing, Jiang Qin said, Dad, when we did the big cleanup the day before yesterday, I think I saw something colorful in a hole in the sofa. Was it a newspaper?

Dont change the subject, but Youqin, I think the child is still young. We cant define some things yet. Let him make friends naturally. We, as parents, shouldnt meddle too soon. Its inappropriate.

Jiang Zhenghong always stood with the stronger party.

Hes already brought her home, and I, as his mother, cant even take a look? Im not in a hurry to accept her right away, but its okay to get to know her, right? Yuan Youqin also had her reasons.

Im in university now. Theres nothing shameful about dating. Theres no need to lie to you. A good friend is just a good friend.

Jiang Qin, exuding righteousness, sat on the sofa: My focus is on studying and entrepreneurship now, aiming for rapid capital accumulation and bringing home more trophies.

Yuan Youqin didnt insist on pressing him, subtly changing her approach: Then introduce me to your good friend. Whats her name?

Yang Shuan. His family runs a lamb soup restaurant. Its quite tasty.

Im asking about that girl!

Jiang Qin pursed his lips: Feng Nanshu. We went to the same high school and are in the same university major. We werent very close before, but we got to know each other while studying in the library.

Yuan Youqin glanced at him: Is she well-behaved?

Yes.

Will she come to our house for the New Year? Yuan Youqin sounded hopeful.

Jiang Qin sighed: Dad, please handle Mom. Shes getting influenced by that Mrs. Li across the door. How old am I now?

Jiang Zhenghong coughed: I agree with Jiang Qin. Hes only in his first year of university. Studying is the most important thing. Mrs. Lis son didnt even finish high school before getting married and having kids. Thats not surprising, but its a different situation with our Jiang Qin.

I didnt say anything else. If she doesnt come, she doesnt come. I was just asking. In case she does come, I wanted to prepare a red envelope or something.

You never gave a red envelope when Guo Zihang came to visit.

Unsatisfied with the answers she received, Yuan Youqin was in a bad mood: Ill give it to whoever I want.

Jiang Qin couldnt help but laugh, still patiently explaining: Feng Nanshu is a wealthy heiress. She probably has so many activities during the Spring Festival that she wont have time to visit us for the New Year.

I dont believe a word you say!

Mom, why are you like this? Every word I say is true!

Do you remember the story I used to tell you when you were little, The Boy Who Cried Wolf? Youve told so many lies, I dont know whats true and whats not!

Then what I say is as good as not saying anything. Im going to bed!

Jiang Qin felt he was telling the truth, but his mother had her own unwavering understanding, so there was nothing he could do. He got up and went to his room, diving onto his bed with a flop.

Seeing her son return to his room, Yuan Youqin also lost interest and called Jiang Zhenghong to go to bed, but he honestly stayed on the sofa.

You go to sleep. Ill clean out the newspaper in the hole in the sofa before going to bed.

Why are you so diligent today?

Its New Years, I want to do my part.

On New Years Eve, the entire world was peaceful. Jiang Qin was awakened by firecrackers outside his window, smelling the fragrance of burning incense in the air.

Jiang Qin opened his phone to check QQ messages and saw that the chat group with 208 members was already buzzing with activity. It seemed like people had been sending messages non-stop since six in the morning.

Su Nai: Happy New Year!

Shi Miaomiao: Happy New Year, Sister Su Nai!

Lu Feiyu: Im doomed. My family found out Ive been working part-time at school. Now I have to give out all the red envelopes for my younger siblings.

Dong Wenhao: Are you showing off again?

Lu Feiyu: Whats the point of earning so much money if I dont show it off?

Wei Lanlan: Then you totally deserve it.

Lu Feiyu: I dont get it. When I was young, my mom tricked me out of my red envelopes. Now when its time to give them out, why am I the one going broke?

Tan Qing: Because youve grown up.

Lu Feiyu: ?????

Feng Nanshu: Happy New Year.

Su Nai: Happy New Year, boss lady. Remember to hit the boss a few times!

Feng Nanshu: I dont hit him.

While Jiang Qin was lurking in the group, he suddenly received a New Years call from He Yijun.

Wanzhong Mall had made a fortune during the New Year, with sales soaring and inventory nearly cleared. If they could hold on this month, the reforms could officially begin.

Old He was feeling like an arrow drawn on a bowstring, not just because of the urgency under the wheel of the times, but also with the excitement of riding the wave.

Also, He Manqi shouted over the phone, asking Jiang Qin to send her regards to Sister Feng.

Manqi, you should be clear, Feng Nanshu and I are just friends. We dont live together. Please call her yourself.

Eh?

Subsequently, Jiang Zhihua from the college supermarket and other merchants also called to wish him a happy new year, followed by Lai Cing, Ding Qiaona.

Finally, when his phone quieted down, Jiang Qin called Professor Yan, Zhang Baiqing, Lu Guangrong, Hu Maolin, Zhang Mingan, and the two directors of the University of Science and Technology and the Normal University, extending his sincere greetings.

The New Year was like that, full of courtesy without offending.

Son, come out and kowtow six times to the heaven and earth tablets. Make sure your forehead touches the ground.

Coming.

Jiang Qin went to the living room and kowtowed six times to the heaven and earth tablets.

He wished for his familys peace and health, for the little rich lady to be happy every day, for himself to make a fortune, and for eternal peace in the world.

Heaven and earth tablets: Chinese tradition/religious thing.