Chapter 20: Chapter 20: Teach You Three Moves to Win Over the Campus Hearthrob, Applicable Nationwide, Worry-Free After-Sales Chapter 20: Chapter 20: Teach You Three Moves to Win Over the Campus Hearthrob, Applicable Nationwide, Worry-Free After-Sales Jiang Leyi watched her departing figure.
Suddenly, she began to pity Lu Qingyan… Meeting such a fiancée wrapped in black sesame filling…
Before Jiang Nanshu left, she even sneakily snapped a photo of Cheng An and Su Ran in an intimate pose.
Annoying people is also a kind of death-wish aesthetic.
On the way back, it had gotten dark, and the night snack stalls around the school had propped themselves up.
Walking up to a barbecue stall, Jiang Nanshu stopped in her tracks, unable to move any further.
Maybe… eat her fill and then go deliver the chestnuts to Lu Qingyan.
She glanced at the time; it was only seven o’clock, still early.
She’ll go deliver them at eight.
By the time it was nine o’clock, Jiang Nanshu stared solemnly at a tableful of skewers, as if she’d had too good a time and it was a bit late…
But she didn’t want to make the trip again tomorrow.
So she bit the bullet, thinking to give the kid a bit of ceremonial feeling.
She had sucked each skewer completely clean, even rinsing them at the owner’s tap.
Then she carefully skewered the chestnuts one by one.
A skewer for each, twenty in total.
Holding the bunch, it actually looked the part.
She passed by a bunch of discarded roses, pulled all the flowers out, and stuck the skewers into the sponge inside.
By the time she was done, it was nearly half-past ten.
Damn! It was almost curfew.
She sprinted all the way to Lu Qingyan’s dormitory building, wanted to yell but felt it would be impolite, so instead she called Lu Qingyan’s phone, which usually went ignored but was surprisingly picked up this time.
His voice was low with sleepiness, “What’s up?”
Afraid he wouldn’t hear her, Jiang Nanshu raised her voice, “Lu Qingyan, come down, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
But she overlooked that because it was so quiet around, her voice was exceptionally loud.
Instantly, the dormitory which had its lights off was lit up one after another, as many people ran to the balcony to look down.
Jiang Nanshu looked up and saw a crowd of onlookers, dense as could be—the power of people wanting to watch the drama.
Recording each embarrassing moment of Jiang Nanshu.
Some even started live-streaming.
“Bros, Jing University’s number one smitten sucker presenting flowers in a declaration of love, to see if it’s a success send me a rocket, a complete tracking of the school hunk and the love-struck puppy’s secret love history.”
Jiang Nanshu’s eyes widened. Was making money really this easy?!
She quickly took out her phone, afraid of being too late and losing business.
The original owner also loved live streaming, had an account, but usually shared various luxury goods under the account, and photoshopped pictures with Lu Qingyan, the topped video was one with a photoshopped festive wedding certificate, the video had two likes and over ten thousand comments, all cursing.
The video was set to the song “Divination,” Jiang Nanshu’s hand slipped and she accidentally clicked on it, and as the music played, a flood of late husband memories almost overwhelmed Jiang Nanshu.
The melodic song echoed throughout the campus.
Even though Jiang Nanshu was a strong person inside, she fell silent at the sight of the video.
This photoshop job was so fake, if it were her, there wouldn’t be so many flaws!
“Jiang Nanshu, you’d better give me an explanation, what kind of madness is this late at night?” Lu Qingyan’s cool voice came from behind Jiang Nanshu.
He caught a glimpse of her still engrossed in that video, his temples throbbing fiercely, and even with his good temper, he almost couldn’t hold back.
Because of that video, he was viciously mocked on the school’s anonymous confession wall for a whole month, and even now, the thought alone filled him with shame.
Having someone like Jiang Nanshu who’d stops at nothing to chase someone around—seriously, who could stand it?
Jiang Nanshu turned to glance at him, quickly closed the video, and opened the live streaming app.
“Wait, I’m gonna do a live stream, you gotta give it the full ceremonial vibe.”
[Gonna fleece you good!]
Lu Qingyan: “…”
He must be crazy to interact with this woman.
She adjusted the angle.
“My dudes, I don’t want rockets, I don’t want yachts, I just want a plane! Here are three tricks to bag the campus hottie! Universal application, no worries after sales.”
As soon as Jiang Nanshu finished speaking, she indeed saw someone gift her a plane, not just one but ten at a time.
Made a killing, made a killing.
Jiang Nanshu held out the chestnut blossom bouquet she had carefully arranged and handed it to him: “Brother Qingyan, my love for you is like this chestnut, once you peel it open, my heart’s full of you.”
She was true to her word, using every possible way to annoy him.
If this had been before, Lu Qingyan would not have paid her any attention at all.
But now, he was really curious—what was she like under that pretense of deep affection?
He reached out to take it, and the next instant, the chestnut blossom bouquet was in the trash can.
Jiang Nanshu looked on forlornly.
[Good thing I picked that up off the ground to give you, so I’m not heartbroken.]
She looked tearfully at the phone: “Love pursuit failed, no refunds, let’s make another date next time.”
“So sad, how can I make my way into your heart?” Jiang Nanshu turned off the live stream, walking away despondently.
[I’m so tired I could die, maybe I’ll do a drunk scene tomorrow. It gives me an excuse to hit up Club 857, call up some male models, hehe, I’m so clever.]
Not only was she not sad, she was even thinking about booking male models at 857.
Lu Qingyan’s expression turned a bit cold.
“Tsk, you really drew the short straw, saddled with such a conspicuous burden.”
Yang Jiashu, also a childhood friend, came up from behind, sighing as he patted Lu Qingyan’s shoulder.
Lu Qingyan sighed lightly… Maybe because he was accustomed to being embarrassed, he didn’t feel much about it now.
Yang Jiashu pushed up his glasses: “If it really comes down to it, you could kneel for three days and nights in front of your grandfather’s door and call this marriage off. I see you getting tormented like this is gonna shave years off your life. Then, whether you want to find Su Ran or Li Ran is up to you, but bro, honestly, Su Ran might not be as great as you think…”
At the mention of Su Ran, Lu Qingyan’s thin lips pursed tightly, his brow furrowed, and the next second, his phone rang. It was a message from Jiang Nanshu.
Yang Jiashu’s face showed curiosity: “Quick, open it and see what your fiancée sent you. It’s not another flashy goodnight gif, is it? Keeping everything else aside, she’s been pretty consistent with her taste in pursuing you.”
Lu Qingyan: “…”
But it wasn’t any goodnight gif, instead it was a photo of Cheng An standing next to Su Ran.
Cheng An was smiling with a look of spring in his heart, while Su Ran tenderly wiped sweat from his forehead. They seemed like a handsome man and a beautiful woman, quite well-matched.
Below it was a line.
[Brother Qingyan, it seems your sister really doesn’t cherish your love. Unlike me, who only knows to loyally stand by you. For your sake, I even signed up for a virtue training class and graduated with distinction, muah~]
Attached was an earth-shatteringly tacky heart gif.
“Pfft, hahaha, if you ignore her insane temperament, she’s genuinely cute and funny,” laughed Yang Jiashu so hard tears came out.
Seeing Lu Qingyan’s unruffled face, he stopped laughing and cleared his throat: “We all know what Cheng An is thinking, ever since high school he’s had a thing for Su Ran. He only held back because of you. If you truly still have feelings for Su Ran, just rebel against your grandpa and end it. Don’t keep Jiang Nanshu hanging.”
