CHAPTER 718: CHAPTER 563: POSSESSIVENESS UNLEASHED

Speaking of which, Jiang Nian has also seen Xu Qianqian’s wardrobe.

Gotta say, a young girl’s wardrobe really is fragrant. The moment you open it, you feel overwhelmed and dazzled.

Later on, he realized it was because Xu Qianqian had fiercely grabbed his neck.

Couldn’t catch his breath.

On the way home, the streetlights were dim.

"Xu Qianqian." Jiang Nian stopped his shuffling footsteps, looked back at her, "What kind of sachets do you have in your wardrobe?"

Hearing this, Xu Qianqian was stunned for a moment, then her face turned crimson. In her shame and anger, she started punching and kicking him.

"Sachet this!"

"You pervert!"

Song Xiyun watched them in surprise, glancing at both.

Then she pondered that she doesn’t have any sachets in her wardrobe either, but it seems to have a scent, the smell of detergent.

As she continued to think, she suddenly snapped back to reality.

It’s none of her business.

"Do you want a late-night snack?" Jiang Nian asked as he dealt with Xu Qianqian’s punches, turning to look at her, "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." Song Xiyun replied, slightly dazed.

"Oh." Jiang Nian pressed Xu Qianqian down to observe her carefully, "Okay, you’re not hungry either."

"Why not?" Xu Qianqian retorted, "You didn’t even ask me and made assumptions about the Emperor’s intentions."

"No assumptions, just a feeling." Jiang Nian let her go, "You’re like a pig before the new year, can’t hold you down."

"If you were really hungry, you wouldn’t have this much strength."

"Take this punch!" Xu Qianqian, angry and embarrassed, started chasing and hitting Jiang Nian again, "You’re the pig!"

A few minutes later, the two stopped at the alley entrance to wait for Song Xiyun.

Xu Qianqian was out of breath, while Jiang Nian’s face showed no signs of exertion. He leaned against the white wall, arms crossed, smiling at her.

"Mr. Xu, already out of breath after a couple of steps?"

"Please, it’s called aerobic exercise." Xu Qianqian said, hands on her waist, exhaling white mist, "You know, killer training routine?"

Jiang Nian couldn’t help but laugh, giving her a thumbs up.

"Nicely done, one-star killer."

As they bantered, Song Xiyun caught up. The three of them entered the alley together, their shadows disappearing around a corner.

Back at home.

Jiang Nian sat for a while before leaving, Xu Qianqian also went excitedly to take a shower, leaving only Song Xiyun in the living room.

She leaned on the sofa, fished out her phone from her backpack. She curled up her legs and began working diligently in the farming game.

....

After getting home, Jiang Nian put down his bag and grabbed his keys to head out again.

Ten minutes later, the scooter made a sudden stop. Looking up, the dimly lit east gate of Jingfu District was in front of him.

"I’m here."

With a buzz, his phone received a reply from the class monitor.

"Okay, just wait for me a bit."

"Ah, actually I can sneak in." Jiang Nian sent a message and was preparing to type the next one.

Li Qingrong: "... I’m downstairs."

Seeing the monitor’s reply, Jiang Nian almost burst out laughing. On such a cold day, why was she downstairs?

"Aren’t you cold?"

Li Qingrong replied, "Not cold."

This left Jiang Nian a bit at a loss, deciding that when he fixes the air conditioner later, he wouldn’t charge her and would take some other goods instead.

Like socks or something.

Of course, not for collection. He’s not a pervert. He simply likes Santa Claus, and collecting socks is very normal.

We Christmas fans are like that, yeah..... that’s it (seriously).

Soon, a figure emerged from the east gate of the complex.

At this time, the neighborhood was dimly lit and quiet. The pale light cast on Li Qingrong’s profile made her appear serene.

Jiang Nian glanced at her a couple of times, pulled out his keys, and walked up to her.

"Qingqing, aren’t you wearing too little?"

Li Qingrong didn’t speak, glanced down at her clothes, then unzipped her jacket to reveal the sweater.

"It’s thick."

Jiang Nian thought, thick or not, you only know by touching it. Winter sweaters, whether they’re warm or not, can’t be judged by the naked eye.

"Alright, let’s go upstairs."

He rolled up his sleeves, "I can’t guarantee I’ll fix the air conditioner, but I promise I can put it back together once I take it apart."

Li Qingrong glanced at him, nodded.

"Okay."

The two entered the neighborhood one after another through the east gate, and the sound of their footsteps broke the quiet atmosphere of the complex.

Jiang Nian looked up at the surrounding tall buildings, "People here sleep pretty early, huh, all lights are off."

Li Qingrong nodded, speaking softly, "Yes, most families living here have kids."

This kind of neighborhood has a particular trait, there’s a lack of dogs.

Face recognition to enter the building.

The pair stood inside the clean elevator, watching the red numbers climb slowly, the light shining above their heads.

"Do you plan on returning to class for PE tomorrow?"

Li Qingrong broke the silence first.

"I guess so." Jiang Nian thought for a moment, "The finals are almost here, it’s hard to fully enjoy playing."

Actually, he just didn’t want to play along.

A total of thirty to forty minutes, playing basketball... Li Hua and the others are a bit weak, playing badminton... Zhizhi gets angry.

Too troublesome, better to wait until after finals to play.

"Okay."

With a click, Li Qingrong pushed the door open.

"There are slippers."

Jiang Nian glanced, they were the same pair of gray slippers from last time. Originally thought to be for an occasional guest, they had now become permanent.

"Oh, okay."

While changing shoes, a thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Qingqing, when your mom came over last time, didn’t she ask whose slippers these are?"

They were too obvious, those big-sized gray slippers.

Pink and gray.....

Li Qingrong glanced down at the gray slippers on Jiang Nian’s feet.

"She didn’t notice."

Actually, she did notice when Li’s mom entered the house. She just didn’t ask Li Qingrong, instead, she turned and asked Li Lanying.

Li Lanying said with a laugh, "A female classmate’s."

Li’s mom frowned, giving her a look.

".... Nonsense, what female classmate wears size 44 shoes?"

Li Lanying: "Classmate of a son-in-law."

Li’s mom: "....."

At the time, Li Qingrong was standing on one side, always looking calm. She didn’t think it necessary to mention trivial matters.