CHAPTER 719: CHAPTER 563: POSSESSIVENESS UNLEASHED

"Oh, oh, then Auntie is really careless." Jiang Nian thought to himself, couldn’t he just hide in the wardrobe?

Entering the living room, it was clean and tidy.

The balcony window was open, and the cold wind was rushing in.

"Why not close it?"

Li Qingrong said, "Ventilation."

Jiang Nian nodded his head and lay down on the sofa. He went to the balcony for another look, feeling like something had changed.

It was the same layout as before.

Washing machine, window guard, hmm... Inside the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony, there was a pot of small succulents and devil’s ivy.

These two little fellows added a touch of vitality to the interior.

"When did you start keeping these?"

"Two weeks ago."

"Oh, I see." Jiang Nian touched the leaves of the succulent, "I heard there are even pink succulents."

"Bought it casually, for five bucks." Li Qingrong said, then thought for a moment and asked, "Do you like succulents?"

"Not really, but a couple of years ago, prices for high-end succulent varieties skyrocketed." Jiang Nian stood up, clapped his hands, and said.

"Now that they’re more widely propagated, prices have started to drop. But here, it seems not many people sell this stuff."

Li Qingrong understood what he meant.

"You want to sell them?"

"Mhm." Jiang Nian nodded, "The floral and green plant industry has always been a high-profit sector; you can make money as long as you have the channel."

Li Qingrong thought for a while, "I’ll help you ask around."

"No need, I have the channels." Jiang Nian looked at her and smiled, "Thanks to you, otherwise I would’ve really forgotten."

[Buy], the only true god.

Li Qingrong didn’t understand but didn’t care either.

"Okay."

Jiang Nian washed his hands in the sink and started wandering into the kitchen. After all, fixing air conditioners was a side gig, while handyman work was his main job.

"Do you usually cook?"

"Breakfast, fry an egg." Li Qingrong thought for a moment and continued, "Or, occasionally make roasted cold noodles."

"Huh?" Jiang Nian was shocked, seeing another side of the class president beyond her fairy-like image, "You can make those?"

"Bought the materials from the supermarket, pretty simple."

"No place sells them in Zhen Nan, right?"

"Got it from the city."

"Oh, I see." Jiang Nian nodded, thinking to himself it couldn’t have been rushed over from forty miles away.

He took another look at the bathroom, finally standing with his hands behind his back.

"Let’s check the air conditioner."

Li Qingrong: "..."

The door was pushed open, the window inside was open. The cold night breeze lifted the curtains due to air pressure.

Click, the light came on.

Jiang Nian glanced at the class president’s master bedroom, a bed over two meters wide. You could roll around without falling off.

The interior decoration was mainly a solid wood home style. The three-piece set on the bed was in gray tones, smooth and elegant.

Honestly, he suspected that thing was more expensive than a year’s rent.

Li Qingrong noticed him staring at the bed and became somewhat curious.

"Are you tired?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian gulped.

Indeed, he was a bit tired.

He wanted to take a shower, not wear pajamas, and roll around on top. It looked even more skin-friendly than silk, envying the rich.

They say a gold nest or a silver nest is not as good as your own doghouse.

You could say, maybe not.

"No, just never seen such good bed linens." Jiang Nian shook his head, regaining his composure.

Li Qingrong was silent for a moment and bit her lip.

"You can lie down for a bit if you’re tired."

"No, I’m dirty." Jiang Nian waved his hand to refuse, looked up to find the air conditioner, "I’d better fix the air conditioner first."

Hearing this, Li Qingrong swallowed back the words "with a bathroom."

"Do you need a chair?"

"Yes, please." Jiang Nian got busy, finally starting the actual work, "Qingqing, where’s the remote?"

"On the table."

He glanced at the class president’s desk while grabbing the remote. It was simple, with a smart watch on it.

Beep!

The air conditioner turned on, Master Jiang started working. After it heated up for a while, he listened to the sound and turned the fan speed higher.

It’s cold at night, and the outdoor unit took a while to start.

Raised his hand to feel it, it definitely wasn’t hot.

Settings were correct, eliminating human error. The house was not old, so it ruled out freon shortages and various fault causes.

Even if there was a fault, he couldn’t fix it barehanded.

No coupler.

So he pulled the plug, opened the air conditioner cover, found the filter a bit dirty, and took it down for a wash.

After drying it, he put it back in place.

Beep!

"Okay, it’s warm now." Jiang Nian put down the remote, satisfied, "Simple, piece of cake."

Oh my, a scientist.

Next time, fix it for Li Hua, according to his description. He had a friend whose air conditioner could only run for ten seconds when turned on.

Why ten seconds? Because it respects the waste man and respects the flying man.

Li Qingrong nodded, "Thank you."

After fixing it, Jiang Nian washed his hands.

"It’s late; I should first..."

As soon as he thought of that expensive duvet, his possessiveness kicked in. He wanted to reach out and say those four words.

I’m a student...

"Let me walk you out."

At the east gate of the community, Jiang Nian walked away, looking back three times with longing for the duvet, already beginning to daydream madly.

Will the mall have a lottery event during the New Year?

No, the likelihood of winning something worth a few hundred is high. Still need to draw, not as good as what’s on his bed.

Although cheaper, he had already made it smooth by holding it.

Seeing Jiang Nian keep turning back, Li Qingrong briefly lowered her head in thought, and when he looked back the fifth time.

The class president stepped forward and gave him a gentle hug under the glow of the street lamp at the entrance.

Jiang Nian: "???"

Li Qingrong: "Good night."

He was clueless, didn’t know what just happened. Thought that the class president’s figure was quite impressive, but... never mind.

"Mm, mm, good night."

The electric bike zipped through the silent Zhennan Avenue, the night wind chasing behind him.

...

The next day.

Jiang Nian woke up, groggily grabbed his phone for a look.

First thing in the morning, he received a countdown to the hero’s comeback from Han Xiao and a couple space invite on QQ.

Byd, neverending.

He jumped out of bed, packed up the test papers he wrote in the second half of the night. All shoved into the backpack, pushed the door open to wash up.

Brushing his teeth, while replying to Han Xiao’s message.

"Screenshot, sending MMS to your parents."

A buzz, Han Xiao replied instantly.

"That’s against the rules!!"

Jiang Nian was surprised, took a look outside the bathroom window. Confirmed it was still dark, spat out a foam and asked.

"Up so early?"

Han Xiao: "Didn’t sleep (smug)."

"Then get some sleep, I’m heading to school first." Jiang Nian said, "Screenshots already sent to Uncle and Auntie."

On Han Xiao’s end, it showed typing, the next second, a message popped up.

"Can you stop using my parents against me?"

"No."

"We’ve re-added each other’s contacts, our relationship must surely have reconciled, right?"

"Nope."

"Liar, you didn’t block me."

"Because I am magnanimous."

Han Xiao seemed unsatisfied, again typed [typing], "So, is there not even a little bit of friendship?"

Meanwhile, Jiang Nian had finished washing up.

About to head out, was amused by Han Xiao’s message. All damn old foxes, why talk about Liaozhai.

"Your parents curse me as..."

"...Didn’t you say you are magnanimous?" Han Xiao messaged, "Old man and old lady don’t know anything."

"At this age, ignorant and naive. I’m an adult now, I will not be manipulated by them anymore."

"Us having a better life is more important than anything."

At dawn, everything was dark.

Fog hung heavy on the street, faint barking echoed from deep in the alley, the street lamp at the alley mouth hunch-backed.

Jiang Nian took out his phone from his pocket, glanced at it and nearly laughed.

"I am rather petty."

Han Xiao was typing again, but not for long this time.

"How about this, I’ll treat you to dinner when I’m back tomorrow. We’ll take a walk by the river, ~~~~~ as compensation."

Jiang Nian: "?"

He looked at the message, utterly dumbfounded.

Is this what an art student is like?

Damn password, what did you get me into?

"You go take a walk by yourself, my schedule is packed. Study well, no pressure, I’ve long forgotten about that."

After a while, Han Xiao sent a hopeful emoji.

"Really? Brother."

"Mm, I can’t recall the details. Only remember xx year x month xx day, 8:23 PM..."

Han Xiao: "You!"