Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

TL: Etude Translations

Early the next morning, Jiang Qin awoke from his sleep, stretching his old back and feeling completely satisfied from a good night’s rest.

He thought to himself that a double bed was indeed comfortable, allowing one to sprawly lie in any imaginable position without restraint.

Accustomed to sleeping in a small bed in his dormitory, sometimes even on the sofa in Room 207, Jiang Qin found the luxury of a two-meter-wide bed almost overwhelmingly delightful.

What’s more, the quilt was imbued with the fragrance of a little rich lady, which was nearly intoxicating.

Jiang Qin rose from the bed and vigorously completed thirty sets of abdominal exercises. Glancing in the mirror, he noticed the outline of his abs beginning to show. Although not very distinct, he could make out six pack abs forming.

He felt he was finally acquiring a skill to impress the little rich lady.

After stretching his limbs, Jiang Qin headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. Returning, he checked his phone and noticed that the QQ group chat of Room 208 was lively discussing a company-funded trip. The suggestions were diverse and the atmosphere was enthusiastic.

“Let’s go for a self-drive tour on the Sichuan-Tibet Highway? It’s a spiritual cleanse, with endless snow-capped mountains.”

Jiang Qin was frustrated. A road trip to Tibet, constantly on the road and at such high altitudes causing potential oxygen deficiency to the brain – what if there were sudden work tasks every day? That would be inconvenient.

The next second, he found himself muted in the chat for three hours.

“?????”

Clumsily handling his phone, Jiang Qin checked the group list and sure enough, the group admin was Su Nai.

It made sense since Su Nai was the first official employee of Room 208 and had created the group chat. But he was the boss. Did anyone care about that?

Su Nai: “I just boldly muted the boss, hahaha!”

Wei Lanlan: “……”

Dong Wenhao: “……”

Lu Feiyu: “Well done!”

Annoyed, Jiang Qin closed the QQ app and continued browsing his phone. He noticed a message from an unfamiliar number, directly stating it was from Ye Ziqing, followed by a lengthy text of over a thousand words.

The content was similar to what she had previously mentioned in Room 208, persuading him to promote group buying. The words were sincere and heartfelt.

“Read, moved, considering it, thanks senior.”

After replying, Jiang Qin dressed in a black t-shirt and shorts, cursing Su Nai under his breath as he stepped out into the blazing sun and headed to Yang’s Lamb Soup House on Heping Road.

Thanks to their marketing during the temple fair over winter break, Yangji’s reputation had soared, with almost every outlet bustling, especially during breakfast, with overwhelming demand.

“Uncle, you’re here?”

“Yes, where’s your dad? I need to see him.”

Yang Shu’an pointed upstairs: “My dad rented the second floor for an office.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Okay, you go ahead, I’ll go up.” Jiang Qin went upstairs to find Yang Jianguo.

The ground promotion and planning in Linchuan had concluded, and the city’s business circles were firmly in the grasp of their group buying platform. Riding on this momentum, any business would flourish.

This was why everyone doing business in Linchuan wanted to invite him for meals and foot baths.

Hence, at the start of the month, Jiang Qin had arranged for Fang Xiaoxuan and Hu Xin to scout suitable locations in Linchuan to open five more branches of Xi Tian.

If a tea shop could do this, so could a lamb soup house.

Jiang Qin’s visit was to discuss with Yang Jianguo about expanding Yang’s Lamb Soup House to Linchuan over the summer.

He planned to brand it as the No.1 soup brand, attract customers through marketing, and rely on the authentic taste of Yang’s family recipe to ensure success in Linchuan.

“We could open one in Wanzhong Mall. We have connections; securing a spot there would be no problem.”

“Then, one near each of the four major universities. That area is like my turf, so business is guaranteed.”

“Also, I’ll get someone to redesign a sign and logo for the shop. We can’t use ‘Yang’s Lamb Soup House’ as the trademark. Let’s just use ‘Yang’s’, which is more conducive to future brand operations.”

Yang Jianguo nodded, somewhat understanding: “What do I need to do?”

Jiang Qin tapped the table, pondering: “I’ll arrange for people to find locations. You should go to the bank to set up an account for the store’s funds.”

“Alright, little brother, I’ll do it right away.”

Yang Jianguo grabbed his bag and hurried downstairs to drive to the bank.

When Jiang Qin came down, he saw familiar faces at the third table to the left. Old Hong, Old Yu, Old Zhao, Qianqian – all high school classmates.

“Here for a meal?”

“Yeah, here to eat.” Hong Zhendong swallowed nervously.

Yu Yiyang, Zhao Lusi, and Kong Qianqian couldn’t help but exchange glances, recalling the scene at Beiyah River on New Year’s Eve. They had seen Jiang Qin holding hands with Feng Nanshu, which left them quite astonished, a memory that still made them shiver.

Jiang Qin didn’t mind and casually took a seat: “Shuan, I haven’t eaten yet. Can you get me some dumplings? I’ll eat here.”

“Sure, Uncle, just a moment!”

Jiang Qin nodded and turned to Hong Zhendong: “How’s your study going?”

Hong Zhendong shrank back a bit: “It’s… okay.”

“And Old Zhao?”

Zhao Lusi had braided her hair into two plaits. Upon hearing Jiang Qin’s words, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. “I’m doing okay, Jiang Qin, but I’m Zhao Lu, a girl. Even if you forget my full name, can you please not call me Old Zhao?”

Kong Qianqian was stunned upon hearing this, her mind taking a sharp turn, and her expression gradually turned to astonishment.

No wonder Jiang Qin always called her ‘Qianqian’ so affectionately. She had thought that Jiang Qin had a secret crush on her during high school.

After that New Year’s Eve at Beiyah River, she had pondered over it all night, piecing together various “clues” to speculate that Jiang Qin might have indeed harbored a secret crush on her.

But with Zhao Lu’s remark, she now understood everything. His warm and enthusiastic calling of her ‘Qianqian’ was because he had forgotten her last name…

Hong Zhendong and Yu Yiyang also changed their expressions, feeling deeply struck by this revelation.

At that moment, Yang Shu’an arrived with the dumplings: “Uncle, your dumplings. Where’s Auntie?”

Jiang Qin picked up his chopsticks and glanced at him: “What’s with the endearing call out of the blue? Hoping for a red envelope?”

“I would never do it for money; it’s from the heart.”

“Well said, but no need to do it next time.”

Yang Shu’an pouted: “Uncle, do you have plans today? If not, how about calling Auntie and Guo Zihang for a game of mahjong at the water bar? It’s so boring during the holidays.”

Jiang Qin poured vinegar into a small dish: “Not today. I have to go for a family portrait this afternoon.”

“A photo session won’t take that long. I’ll call Old Guo. Uncle, you call Auntie, and let’s meet at our lamb soup house after the shoot.”

“No need, she’s joining us for the family portrait.”

The other four at the table held their breath, their minds buzzing with just two words: outrageous.

The news that Jiang Qin had whisked away Feng Nanshu last winter break had just spread, and many refused to believe it. But now, they were going for a family portrait.

Jiang Qin, observing the expressions of the four, thought to himself, why did he feel a thrill of showing off his relationship? That wasn’t right.

“Alright, I’m off. Shu’an, be diligent and don’t always make your dad angry.”

“I know, take care, Uncle.”

Jiang Qin waved and stepped out into the sunlight. The four at the table immediately took out their phones, spreading the news in various high school QQ groups.

[Ran into Jiang Qin at the lamb soup house. He’s taking Feng Nanshu for a family portrait today.]

A year had passed since their high school graduation, and many high school groups had lost their activity, with few caring about high school classmates after entering university.

Even if they did, it was usually about a specific individual, not daily group chats.

But as this news spread, all the QQ groups exploded. The screen was filled with expletives, and the name Jiang Qin gradually dominated the conversation.

“They’re not going to get married right after graduation, are they? I’ll be so mad, I might bite someone!”

“I must be dreaming; let me sleep a little longer.”

“I’ve been trying to understand this for half a year; why is all this happening?”

Many of the groups included teachers from Chengnan High School. Screening the messages, they, too, started discussing. The students had just begun their holidays, while the teachers were still at school for meetings and reports, looking for something to break the monotony.

Feng Nanshu was Chengnan’s most dazzling girl, acknowledged even by the teachers. So even a year later, news about her still garnered their special attention, especially from the head teacher of Class 1 of Senior 3, who was full of reflections.

“Jiang Qin from Class 2 has guts, even daring to whisk away our Feng Nanshu? Even I felt pressured seeing her when I was teaching Class 1 last year.”

“She arrived at school in a Bentley; your pressure is understandable. But apart from being academically good, Jiang Qin doesn’t have many highlights. I don’t understand.”

“Indeed, he’s not a good match. He’s too ordinary in other aspects.”

“I remember Jiang Qin’s father is just a small official in a government unit, and his family situation is average. This mismatched union is unlikely to end well.”

“Right, Qiu Teacher’s words are spot on. Although it’s said that everyone is equal, compatibility in social standing is still important. Jiang Qin really doesn’t have much to impress a wealthy family.”

“If Jiang Qin were like Qin Zi’ang, a rich second generation, he might have a chance.”

“Even though education is said to change one’s fate, the class disparity is too vast.”

As the teachers were engrossed in their discussion, Teacher Song, who previously taught Senior 3 Class 2, entered, dragging a suitcase. He had just returned from a trip to Linchuan to a school with a high college entrance rate for learning purposes and was too tired to even think of going home.

“By the way, teachers, do you remember Jiang Qin from our class? I heard something in Linchuan: as soon as he started university, he began entrepreneurship and now has assets close to ten million. I’m not sure about the accuracy, but his reputation is definitely real. Many mainstream media in Linchuan are covering him.”

Teacher Song took out a newspaper from his pocket: “Let me read it to you. Jiang Qin, from Jizhou, a graduate of Chengnan High School, currently an undergraduate at Linchuan University. He won the title of ‘Star of Learning’ in his first year and then embarked on consecutive entrepreneurial ventures. He has become a famous young entrepreneur in Linchuan. Although only nineteen, he has founded Zhihu and Pintuan, stimulating Linchuan’s consumption and driving industrial upgrades…”

As he finished speaking, the teachers in the office were stunned for a long time, then exchanged glances, their faces filled with astonishment.

“Why aren’t you speaking? Aren’t you shocked? I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw it.”