Chapter 144

That evening, Yang Xin and Chu Yuwei went off to do their nails, while Jiang Zhou brought Guo Wei to Shangjing University.

The moment they entered the dorm, the three roommates greeted them with excitement.

“Brother Wei, I heard you bagged a college senior! Teach us your ways?”

“I’ll even pay to kneel and listen!”

“Yeah, we’re done with being single!”

Among them, Gao Wenkai was the most agitated.

He had once done laundry for a senior girl for a whole month and didn’t even get to hold her hand.

But Guo Wei had really landed a senior.

That made him a legend, an idol.

Guo Wei sat down with authority and shared his “experience”.

Attend to details, bring water when she’s thirsty, buy food when she’s hungry, always give her the last bite of something tasty, walk on the outside of the road when out together, casually ask about her likes and give gifts on holidays.

The three listened wide-eyed, as though enlightened by divine scripture.

This- this was the real secret of love!

Jiang Zhou’s past advice had been total crap.

“If you bloom, butterflies will come”? Xu Haodong still remembered the sour foot-bath water.

Meanwhile, Jiang Zhou sat speechless, head buzzing.

He wanted to laugh but didn’t want to embarrass Guo Wei.

Was that really love strategy? More like The Complete Guide to Being a Loyal Dog.

Guys like Guo Wei were no different from Gao Wenkai, likely to end up as backup options.

But by luck, he had really won a good girl like Yang Xin, who wasn’t materialistic, didn’t care for luxury, but truly valued Guo Wei himself.

Had it been someone like Wei Lanlan, an expert at keeping “dogs,” Guo Wei would’ve been drained dry.

Jiang Zhou quickly waved them off. “Alright, enough nonsense. Love depends on the person. What you need to learn isn’t chasing girls, it’s recognizing them.”

“What Guo Wei said isn’t wrong, but the key is first meeting a good girl. A good girl will treasure your efforts. A bad one will just think you’re easy to use.”

The three nodded earnestly. They had learned much today.

—

As the night deepened, around six o’clock, the last bus in University Town was about to arrive. Jiang Zhou walked Guo Wei to the bus stop.

By then, Yang Xin had finished her nails.

The couple met at Shangjing University’s gate, said goodbye to Jiang Zhou, and left together.

Chu Yuwei also returned to school for a student council meeting.

Standing at the gate, watching night fall, Jiang Zhou fell into thought.

In his previous life, Guo Wei hadn’t managed to date even once in college.

Yet this life, he had succeeded.

Perhaps this was one of the chain reactions of his rebirth.

After all, if not for what had happened at the restaurant, Fat Yan would have drained Guo Wei dry sooner or later.

By then, even if he liked Yang Xin, he would’ve had to let go.

For Jiang Zhou, this was a good sign.

Because what did a reborn man fear most?

No matter how hard one tries, history still cannot be changed.

Jiang Zhou exhaled a cloud of frosty breath, preparing to return to campus.

Just then, he suddenly spotted a familiar figure.

She stood beneath the twilight, her long hair fluttering in the wind.

Her delicate features carried a hint of delight, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes shimmering like water.

“Feng Siruo!”

Having just parted ways with her aunt, Feng Siruo turned her head at the call.

When she saw Jiang Zhou, she immediately broke into a sweet smile.

“Where did you go today? Why didn’t you report to me?”

Instead of replying, Feng Siruo ran straight toward him.

Bang!

The little girl collided into his arms, rubbing her head gently against his chest.

Her warm breath instantly pierced through the thick layers of his coat, brushing against his heart.

Soft as orchids, yet burning like fire.

Jiang Zhou froze on the spot.

His hand, raised to greet her just moments before, hung awkwardly in the air, unsure of where to place it.

What is happening?

Feng Siruo had actually hugged me on her own?

Could it be that I am  especially handsome today?

Impossible, I was half-frozen in this cold weather.

Handsome? I’d be lucky not to look ugly.

“What’s wrong? Did someone bully you?”

“No…” Feng Siruo shook her head, tilting her face up to him.

Her eyes were always beautiful, but in this moment Jiang Zhou saw stars sparkling within them.

She didn’t wear such an expression often.

The last time might have been when she confessed to Qu Xiaoya that she liked him.

So naturally, Jiang Zhou was curious. What on earth happened to make her like this?

“Did you find money or something? Why do you look so happy?”

“…I can start dating now.”

Jiang Zhou didn’t catch it clearly. “Hm? What did you just say?”

Feng Siruo puffed her cheeks. “Nothing, I didn’t say anything!”

“I swear you’re acting strange today.”

“I’m just happy.”

Jiang Zhou rubbed her little head. “Alright, I won’t ask. Shall I walk you back?”

Feng Siruo slipped her small hand into his palm. “Hold me tight…”

“Mm, I’ve got you. I always hold you tight.”

“Don’t leave me behind…”

Jiang Zhou didn’t think much of it. “It’s just a few steps. How could I possibly lose you?”

Feng Siruo didn’t explain, only followed him back to school in high spirits.

—

Meanwhile, in the Bentley parked not far away, Feng Yiyun watched their figures disappear into the distance, the corners of her lips curving into a smile.

The words she spoke today must have given little Siruo immense courage.

But courage was only the beginning.

The road ahead was long, and the obstacles would only grow.

All she hoped was that fate would show some mercy to these two children.

Not smooth sailing, perhaps, but at least free of real danger.

“By the way, have you eaten dinner?”

Feng Siruo nodded. “I ate with Aunt.”

The word “aunt” made Jiang Zhou freeze.

He had long suspected that the venture capital incident had been orchestrated by her aunt.

Hearing her mention it now, he couldn’t help but feel tense.

“What did your aunt say to you?”

“I’m not telling you.”

As she spoke, Feng Siruo suddenly reached into her pocket.

Jiang Zhou thought she was going to pull out a candy for him.

Instead, she produced a small box.

Inside lay a wristwatch, a Patek Philippe.

An ice-blue dial paired with gleaming silver hands.

Jiang Zhou glanced at the price tag: a 7 followed by five zeros.

Seven hundred thousand for a watch? Was this madness?!

That kind of money could buy countless takeout meals!

“Where did you get the money for this?”

Feng Siruo bit her lip. “Aunt gave it to me.”

Jiang Zhou blinked. “She gave it to you? Then why a men’s watch?”

“It’s for you.”

“…Huh?!”

Her cheeks flushed red as she repeated, “It’s for you. Aunt gave it to you.”

This time he heard her clearly.

But Jiang Zhou was completely dumbfounded.

Her aunt gave me this?

What is that supposed to mean?

Was it a warning that his time left was short?

Or a bribe for one day to leave Feng Siruo for good?