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  Chapter 200: Is She My Daughter-in-w?

  TL: Etude

  After leaving the mall, the pedestrian street was lined with stalls on both sides. There were vendors selling inse, fireworks, date cakes, and cooked food.

  The calls of the vendors rose and fell in my ears, filling the air with the rich st of the New Year.

  Jiang Qin put the New Year goods he had purchased into the trunk of his car. Before he could leave the parking lot, he received a call from Yang Shu’an, who said he had brought over half a sheep and was now waiting at their doorstep, exhausted.

  “I already said it wasn’t necessary. Your dad is really too polite.”

  “It’s the New Year, Uncle. My dad ordered this a month in adva’s top-quality Yanchi Tan sheep. lit it between our two families.”

  “Then wait for me at the door. I’ll be right back.”

  After hanging up, Jiang Qin turo the little rich dy, “Do you want to e to my pce?”

  Feng Nanshu’s cheeks instantly puffed up, her beautiful eyes shining: “Brother, let’s go.”

  “I should warn you, my house is small and not very exg.”

  “Then I’ll just py for a short while.”

  Jiang Qin was amused by her serious expression, fastened her seatbelt, and drove back to H Homes.

  My parents wouldn’t have their New Year’s Eve holiday until that very night, so the house was empty. Otherwise, Yang Shu’an wouldn’t have bee waiting outside. So, there was no issue in bringing the little rich dy home.

  Besides, what’s the big deal if there were people at home?So what if my parents were there?It’s normal t a good friend home. Why should I feel guilty?

  Guo Zihang, that bastard, used to e over every other day in high school. He always sat upright and proper!However, some people really ’t stop thinking about things. Just as Jiang Qin parked his car at the entrance of the plex, a chubby, dark-skinned kid ran over from across the street.

  He was holding a rge box of roast chi, a locally famous brand from Jizhou.

  “My distant uncle who sells roast chi is here again. He brought several boxes, too many to eat.”

  “Old Guo, don’t y me a box every year?”

  “He sends them every year without fail, and I ’t do anything about it.”

  Guo Zihang patted the box of roast chi and followed Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu upstairs. Half, they ran into Mrs. Li, who was out walking with her grandson.

  Mrs. Li had been especially busy tely.

  Why?Because all the migrant workers had returned home. Those who didn’t bring back a wife, those married for years without children, she was ied in all of them.

  Her legs, as if fueled by Harbin Pharmaceutical Factory’s blue bottle of Juvigor Calcium, could easily sprint up six floors without tiring.

  As the two groups met at the er of the sed-floor staircase, the atmosphere froze in 0.01 seds.

  At that moment, Mrs. Li looked at Feng Nanshu, her gossip-loving soul abze.

  “Yo, Jiang Qin, who’s this young dy? And yht her home?”

  “Mrs. Li, let me introduce you. This is Guo Zihang, and this is Guo Zihang’s godmother.”

  Guo Zihang: “?”

  Mrs. Li: “?”

  Jiang Qin held Feng Nanshu’s hand and tinued upstairs, thinking to himself how lucky he was to be quick-witted.

  Mrs. Li, always running from one house to another, was like the director of the intelligence bureau in H Homes. If you told her this was my cssmate, it would be over.

  By tonight, the hat Jiang Qin brought a stunning female cssmate home would spread throughout the entire plex aually reach my mother’s ears.

  But if you say she’s Guo Zihang’s godmother, it’s different.

  First off, no one in the plex knows who Guo Zihang is.

  Moreover, if she’s a godmother, could she be a young, beautiful girl? This oatement blocks all rumors and gossip.

  With such quick reflexes and a clever way to avoid danger, Jiang Qin believed no one else could do it.

  Arriving on the fourth floor, Yang Shu’an was already waiting at the door, a rge foam box at his feet, beled with Yanchi Tan sheep.

  Jiang Qin took out his keys, opehe door, and ihe three inside.

  “Do you o ge into slippers?”

  “There aren’t that many slippers; just e in with your shoes. If they get dirty, we up ter. We’re not so particur in a small household.”

  Guo Zihang had been here many times and was familiar with the pce. He casually pced the roast chi oable and headed to the living room.

  Yang Shu’an followed suit and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

  At this moment, Jiang Qin turo Feng Nanshu and noticed her curiously looking around the house. As soon as she saw him watg, she quickly reverted to her cool and aloof demeanor.

  “This is what you call a small household. Quite an eye-opener, huh?”

  “It’s small, but cute.”

  Feng Nanshu early assessed, then walked in with her little boots, strolling around the living room and dining table. However, she dared er the rooms with closed doors, still feeling a bit nervous.

  Jiang Qin turned oV for them and asked them to make themselves fortable, while he divided the roast chi into two portions and picked out a rge pieb ribs from the meat.

  He po let Yang Shu’an take three chis bae and Guo Zihang take half of the mb ribs, leaving the rest for his family’s New Year celebration.

  After s things out and wiping his hands, Jiang Qihe kit and found the little rich dy standing quietly at the door of his bedroom.

  “What are you doing?”

  Feng Nanshu extended a fair finger and pressed it against the door: “Jiang Qin, I want to take a look inside.”

  “No, there are secrets i might bite.” Jiang Qin refused ftly.

  “Brother, I want to take a look.”

  “…”

  Some skills, when used in different enviros, produce different effects. Like this soft ale ‘big brother’, oered in his own house, its lethality doubled, almost breaking his pride.

  Jiang Qin opehe door, indulging the high-cold little rich dy’s curiosity.

  His room wasn’t rge, about 20 square meters. Directly opposite was a single bed with a blue and white checkered bedsheet left over from his high school b days, ao the head of the bed was a writing desk.

  Actually, his room wasn’t inally so pin. He used to have anime posters and celebrity photos on the walls.

  But after his rebirth, Jiang Qin found them too fshy and took them all down, repg them with a dar.

  “Uncle!”

  “What’s up?”

  “I’m hungry. we have something to eat?”

  Yang Shu’an haden lund had been waiting outside for a long time, so his stomach was growling.

  “Alright, sidering it’s the New Year, I’ll show off my cooking skills.”

  Jiang Qihe little rich dy in his bedroom to py by herself, then rolled up his sleeves ao the kit. After some time, he brought out four steaming bowls of instant noodles.

  “Is this it?”

  Yang Shu’an’s face twisted.

  “Why did it take so long to make instant noodles?”

  Guo Zihang was also puzzled.

  “It’s good enough to have something to eat. Don’t be picky. A sourning home after half a month is worse than a dog. Don’t tell me you don’t uand. These noodles are what I scrimped and saved for.”

  “No, Uncle, where did your cooking skills go?” Yang Shu’an asked, fused.

  “To make noodles, you need hot water. My skill is in boiling water quickly and well.”

  Jiang Qin grinned ao call Feng Nanshu out of the bedroom to eat noodles.

  The little rich dy had been out with him all day and haden anything. She must have been hungry.

  He opehe door and found Feng Nanshu lying on his bed, flipping through the book “Detective Academy Q” on his bedside table, her eyes lively and cute, her delicate and curled eyeshes trembling slightly.

  “It’s time to eat.”

  “Okay.”

  Feng Nanshu obediently got up and walked out of his bedroom, while Jiang Qin stared at the spot where the little rich dy had in, his mind somewhat dazed.

  Bringing a female cssmate home, watg her lie on your bed and py by herself, it’s a strange feeling. Without thinking too much, it’s fine, but the more you think about it, the more you feel a tingliion.

  “Hey, I remember this new brand of instant noodles is supposed to e with a marinated egg, right? Why doesn’t mine have one?”

  After eating the noodles for a while, Guo Zihang realized something was missing.

  “Mine doesn’t have oher. Did you throw it irash?”

  After being reminded, Yang Shu’an also searched with his fork but found no trace of the egg.

  “Really? I didn’t know. Maybe you two are just unlucky.”

  Jiang Qin calmly took a bite of his noodles.

  “Jiang Qin, there are three eggs in my noodles.”

  Feng Nanshu used her fork to reveal three marinated eggs hidden uhe noodles, her eyes shining brightly.

  “Isn’t it great that you like marinated eggs? You’re really lucky.”

  Jiang Qin casually bit into his own egg, unfazed.

  Guo Zihang: “Damn luck…”

  Yang Shu’an: “Artificial luck…”

  After finishing the noodles, Jiang Qin hahe roast chi to Yang Shu’an and the mb ribs to Guo Zihang, signaling it was time for them to leave. His mother, Yuan Youqin, would be off work soon, and it was best they left before she arrived to avoid having to expiuation and calm her down, especially since she might think he brought home a daughter-in-w.

  With Yuan Youqin’s temperament, she probably wouldn’t believe him anyway.

  So, the four of them went downstairs, pnning to sit at a nearby water bar for a while, chat, and py cards. After all, eai is paramount during the New Year.

  However, just as they were about to leave, Feng Nanshu suddenly remembered something: “Jiang Qin, I fot my bag.”

  She had brought a pink backpack, which she used to carry her phone and lipstick. It must have bee in the living room.

  Jiang Qin told them to wait downstairs while he ran up to get it.

  But the world is full of ces.

  Just as he went upstairs, his mother, Yuan Youqin, arrived at the plex earlier than usual, carrying groceries from her workpce. She reized Guo Zihang, quickly dedug that the three were visiting Jiang Qin.

  “Why don’t you e up to the house?”

  “We just came from there, Jiang Qi up to get something.”

  Yuan Youqin nodded and turned her gaze to Feng Nanshu. The little rich dy had put on her down jacket’s hood as soon as she came down, making her cute face hard to see clearly, but Yuan Youqin still found her somewhat familiar.

  Feng Nanshu, knowing she was Jiang Qin’s mother, nervously waved her hand hidden in her sleeve but wasn’t sure what to call her.

  Yuan Youqin didn’t think much of it, as staring too long at someone wasn’t polite. After exging a few words, she carried her groceries upstairs.

  As soon as she ehe house, she saw Jiang Qin with the bag, ready to leave.

  “Yoing out?”

  “Mom, why are you back so early?” Jiang Qin was startled.

  Yuan Youqin put dowhings and ged into slippers. “The office let out early for the holiday. Those three downstairs are your cssmates, right?”

  “Yes, cssmates, absolutely cssmates, pure and simple cssmates.”

  “?”

  “I’m going out to py. There’s hot water i. Have some water, I’ll be leaving now.”

  Jiang Qin could tell from his mother’s rea that she hadn’t reized Feng Nanshu, so he didn’t dare to stay long and swiftly left the house with the bag.

  Yuan Youqin poured herself a cup of water and watched a bit of a soap opera, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

  Thinking back to the girl’s fad then to Jiang Qin taking the bag, her brows furrowed.

  “That girl did look familiar.”

  “…”

  “Wait a minute.”

  “Is she my daughter-in-w?!”

  Suddenly, it all clicked for Yuan Youqin. That girl downstairs was defihe well-behaved girl from her son’s phone aper. He had said she was a celebrity, but could a celebrity be brought home like that?

  It was almost certain, absolutely almost certain!

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