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  Chapter 197: A Title of Godmother, Broadening the Path

  TL: Etude

  Owenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, the temple fair at Wu’an Mountain took pce. Vendors and visitors swarmed the area, occupying half of the mountain. The ft nd at the foot of the mountain was filled with a variety of private cars.

  The festive atmosphere was growing stronger, with red, the color of celebration, seen everywhere. Coupled with the ret snowfall, the mountain was adorned in a beautiful trast of red and white, creating a stunning sight.

  Yang Jianguo had specifically applied for a stall at this temple fair uhe brand “Yang’s,” aligning with Jiang Qin’s philosophy to quickly enhahe brand’s influen Jizhou. The temple fair, with its rge foot traffic akin to exhibitions and food festivals, attracted not only locals but also people from nearby cities. Gaining visibility in such crowded pces was a crucial step in attrag new ers and expanding public awareness.

  However, Yang Jianguo, now a small business owner preparing to open his fifth branch, had no time to mahe fair’s affairs. Thus, the responsibility naturally fell on his son, Yang Shu’an, the young master of the mutton soup business.

  “Dad, I don’t want to go. I’ll surely run into many old cssmates during the fair,” Yang Shu’an said relutly.

  “What’s the matter? Is selling mutton soup beh you? I raised you on the profits from these bowls of soup. Don’t be ungrateful!” Yang Jianguo turned and gred at him.

  “It’s not about feeling embarrassed. I just don’t want to greet them, but it’s also awkward to pretend not to see them if I do.”

  Yang Jianguo spped him on the head, “Silly boy, this is our family business. If you don’t care about it, who will? Listen, don’t throw a tantrum there. Do whatever your uncle asks you to do.”

  Yang Shu’an’s eyes widened in surprise, “Ah? Uncle is going too?”

  “Of course. It was his idea to participate iemple fair. Just follow your uncle and learn.”

  For some reason, upon hearing this, Yang Shu’a a sudden surge of pride. Anything involving Jiang Qin seemed to elevate the stature of the task. Selling mutton soup on his ow like mere bor, but doing it under Jiang Qin’s guidance felt like serious business.

  For instance, during the summer vacation after the college entrance exams, Jiang Qin took Guo Zihang to sell boxed meals, and he was ridiculed for half a month. Now, that story is often reted with admiration, and Jiang Qin’s business a is praised.

  “Yes, I, Yang Shu’an, am going to do business with my uncle!” Realizing this, Yang Shu’an no longer hesitated. He quickly packed his things and hopped into his father’s car.

  Meanwhile, Jiang Qin also woke up early, got ready, a out. He had grown aced to the rhythm of doing business and couldn’t stay idle even during holidays.

  Just the previous night, he had finished listening to a work report from Wei Lann, discussed post-holiday topics with Dong Wenhao, and pnned future optimizations with Su Nai. Today, he was headed to the temple fair, leading a life full of purpose.

  “Mom, I’m not going to the library today. I’m heading to the Wu’an Mountain temple fair.”

  “Go on, have fun, and don’t e batil you’ve enjoyed yourself to the fullest!” Yuan Youqin advised.

  Feeling the warmth of his mother’s love, Jiang Qin nodded a. He picked up a little rich dy in his car, then stopped at an interse to pick up Guo Zihang.

  Guo Zihang, who had retly been idling at home and unwele due to arriving home te after a dragon boat event, immediately rushed over upon Jiang Qin’s call.

  “Godfather, Ms. Feng, good m.”

  “Guo, buckle up. We’re heading to Wu’an Mountain today to help out at Yang Shu’an’s mutton soup stall,” Jiang Qin instructed as he stepped on the gas, driving the group to the foot of Wu’an Mountain.

  It was still m, and the rge soup pots at the stall were billowing with steam. Several people were already seated in front of Yang Shu’an’s stall, enjoying the hot mutton soup to fend off the winter chill. A rge PVC board stood nearby, promily dispying the locations of the various branches of the mutton soup shop.

  Jiang Qin parked the car at the mountain’s base, took the young dy’s hand, and called fuo Zihang to follow. The trio then asded the mountain and finally arrived at Yang Shu’an’s stall.

  “Uncle, you’re here?”

  “Eh, my aunt is here too? Wele, wele!”

  Yang Shu’an quickly brought over a stool with the enthusiasm of a sycophant. Jiang Qin frowhinking to himself how addicted this guy must be to red envelopes. Always f these familial titles, calling them uncle and aunt so eagerly. Doesn’t he realize he’s already missed out on a big red envelope?

  “You guys wait here for a bit, I’ll check out the stall,” Jiang Qin said, gng at the neighb stall before walking over. He handed over a cigarette and struck up a versation with the vendor.

  The Wu’an Mountain temple fair had started two days ago and would st for five days. They were retively teers, and the vendors who had set up stalls earlier had plenty of experieo share. A cigarette wasn’t much of a price to pay for some valuable information.

  Meanwhile, Guo Zihang pulled Yang Shu’an aside and whispered, “Old Yang, didn’t you feel awkward just now?”

  “What do you mean by awkward?” Yang Shu’an looked puzzled.

  “I mean, calling Jiang Qin ‘godfather’ is ohing, but calling Feng Nanshu ‘godmother’ is really hard for me to say. How do you do it so naturally?”

  Yang Shu’an patted Guo Zihang’s shoulder, speaking early, “Old Guo, don’t burden yourself with such idol baggage. Just say it ohere’s a red envelope in it for you, and it’s really worth it.”

  Guo Zihang took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment before making a signifit decision.

  By the time Jiang Qin had finished his chat with the neighb beef noodle vendor and learned about the peak er traffic times, Feng Nanshu had already taken out her wallet and handed Guo Zihang a crisp new banknote.

  Jiang Qin looked at them, puzzled, w what they were up to.

  As the sun slowly rose behind the mountain, casting its m glow everywhere, the temperature started to rise, and more people began arriving at the temple fair.

  Just as Yang Shu’an had mentiohere were indeed many old cssmates attending the fair. Whether they were close friends, acquaintances, or just familiar faces, they gradually appeared in the crowd. It was winter vacation, and these college students, having gained worldly experiences away from home, were eager to funt their newfound sophistication at such gatherings.

  Many of them had e with the iion of showing off, dressed sharply ao catch up with old friends. But whenever someone approached Yang’s Mutton Soup stall and saw Feng Nanshu, always keeping her eyes on Jiang Qin, they couldn’t help but excim in shock, feeling overshadowed by her presence.

  “Am I seeing things? Is that Feng Nanshu?”

  “You’re not mistaken, it’s the world that’s gone crazy.”

  “Why is Feng Nanshu standing behind Yang Shu’an’s stall? Are they retives?”

  “Didn’t you see Jiang Qin? Last summer, Yang Shu’aioned in the group chat that Jiang Qin ied in their mutton soup shop.”

  “So, Feng Nanshu came with Jiang Qin?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Damn, it’s not the world that’s gone crazy, it’s the world that’s gone mad…”

  “Could the rumor spread during the National Day holiday be true?”

  Ba senior year, there was a guy named Lu Chao who was excellent at pying CrossFire and had a crush on Yu Shasha from another css. During the National Day holiday, he went around telling everyohat Feng Nanshu and Jiang Qin were dating, but many didn’t believe him.

  It seemed like a joke. After all, that was Feng Nanshu – distant and unapproachable, hardly ever speaking to anyone. Many had wao pursue her but cked the ce even to start a versatio alone hand over the love letters they had written.

  Who could win her heart?Who could spark her curiosity in love and make the aloof Feng Nanshu ied?Who could turn her into a charming young girl?

  No one could, or so it seemed. Therefore, how could she possibly be in a retionship? Yet now, everyone saw her standio Jiang Qin, looking obedient and demure. The stark trast between this reality and what they had perceived as fantasy was overwhelming.

  To most, the reality was that Feng Nanshu wouldn’t be in a retionship. Her following a boy around, looking so docile, seemed like pure fantasy.

  But now, the impossible had bee reality, causing many to grit their teeth in disbelief.

  Those who had weathered their own storms didn’t wish to shelter others from the rain. After rec from their shock, they casually iher old cssmates to check out Yang Shu’an’s mutton soup stall, pretending to have something iing to show them.

  It was as if Yang Shu’an’s stall had an automatic targeting system that could identify old cssmates from the crowd with pinpoint accuracy. Eae who came was struck by this realization, causing their posure to crumble.

  Remember, Feng Nanshu had been the unattainable goddess of gnan for three years, with tless admirers.

  “Did you guys see Feng Nanshu just now?”

  “Yes, at Yang Shu’an’s mutton soup stall, with Jiang Qin. She seems eveier than in high school.”

  “Damn, this is too surreal. Why would Feng Nanshu like Jiang Qin?”

  “Who knows?”

  “You’re studying in another city, so you might not know. Jiang Qin is now a rising star in the Lin entrepreneurial se. He’s beeured in the Youth Daily, reportedly worth millions.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really. The campus forum we use was created by him. He also developed a group buyie that’s reportedly making tens of thousands in daily revenue.”

  Behind the small table at the soup stall, Yang Shu’an was beaming with pride, feeling incredibly boosted and almost bursting out of his down jacket.

  Doing business with his uncle was indeed a matter of great prestige.

  Jiang Qin, meanwhile, pursed his lips, tinually clig his tongue in amusement. He hadn’t said a word or even ged his expressiohe buzz around him was inexplicable and almost magical.

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