Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

TL: Etude Translations

On the spacious street, a pink electric scooter hummed forward, weaving through bursts of light, dancing between brightness and shadow. Uncle Gong, driving a Rolls-Royce, escorted it closely, causing surrounding vehicles to tremble with fear, none daring to approach too closely.

A girl riding the scooter with a boy, followed by a Rolls-Royce clearing the way – it was a scene not even idol dramas would dare to portray.

Jiang Qin held Feng Nanshu’s delicate waist, finding the fragrance emanating from her intoxicating, almost loosening his pride.

“We took the wrong turn again. We should have gone west at the last intersection. If we keep going, won’t we end up back at the hotel? You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Feng Nanshu, with a cool expression, rode the small electric scooter: “I’m just a bit silly, why would I do it on purpose?”

“How much battery does Little Pink have left? It seems quite energetic,” Jiang Qin couldn’t help asking, worried about the battery life.

The little rich lady looked down: “Three bars left, enough to keep going.”

“Three bars? That’s a full charge. How did you get here, carried it?”

Feng Nanshu glanced at the Rolls-Royce, thinking the big bear beside her wasn’t very smart: “I had Uncle Gong put Little Pink in the trunk and bring it over.”

Jiang Qin held his breath: “That’s too much trouble. We could have just sat in the luxury car, circled the hotel entrance, said goodbye to each one, waved casually under their shocked gazes, and then slowly left. Wouldn’t that be better?”

“Then let’s go back.”

“Eh, eh, don’t go back. Doing it again would seem too deliberate.”

Jiang Qin interrupted her intention to turn back and said: “Actually, I’m grown up and won’t get lost. You didn’t have to come to pick me up. I was worried you’d run out of battery halfway and end up crying out of fear.”

Feng Nanshu spoke seriously: “But if I didn’t come to pick you up on Little Pink, you might have been kidnapped by bad people.”

“Bad people? Who?” Jiang Qin didn’t understand. Weren’t all the people he met today just naive rich strategic partners?

“The one who offered you a ride in her car.” Feng Nanshu replied with a serious little face.

Jiang Qin was taken aback, remembering the generous female boss whose gestures and gaze were indeed seductive: “She’s a strategic partner from Zhihu, a beauty brand owner. Offering me a ride was just convenient. Are you jealous? Wanting to monopolize me?”

A hint of naive confusion flickered in Feng Nanshu’s eyes: “Jealousy is a word used between lovers. Jiang Qin, we’re just good friends.”

Jiang Qin was left speechless, unable to refute: “You’ve taken my words. What should I say then?”

“You say, ‘Little rich lady, come here and let me hug you.’” Feng Nanshu’s eyes sparkled cleverly.

Jiang Qin moved his arm around the little rich lady: “Isn’t this also a hug?”

“I want the kind where you hold me in your arms and rub my ears.”

“You little clingy spirit, always wanting to be in my arms, rubbing ears.”

Feng Nanshu hummed coldly, but her eyes were as pleased as a silly cat that got its fish, shimmering with a watery light, light and agile.

Jiang Qin said no more, instead looking at the streetscape on both sides, seeing shops still open with neon signs flashing, feeling the warm night breeze, utterly content.

Just then, he heard music, a cheerful melody quickly enveloping them.

“I want to hold your hand like this, never letting go.

Can love always be pure without sorrow?

I want to ride a bike with you, watch baseball with you.

To live without worries, singing songs, walking together.”

~

“I want to hold your hand like this, never letting go.

Can love be simple, without hurt?

You lean on my shoulder, sleep in my chest.

Living like this, I love you, you love me.”

~

Jiang Qin hummed along, suddenly puzzled. Where was this “Simple Love” coming from?

If it was from a roadside store, wouldn’t it fade as they passed? But why was the sound getting clearer?

He tightened his hold on Feng Nanshu’s waist, looked back, and saw the Rolls-Royce behind them, hazard lights flashing, windows open, wipers moving back and forth. The song was drifting out from the car.

Through the windshield, he saw Uncle Gong, holding the steering wheel, swaying left and right, his face showing a kind and relieved expression.

“I don’t feel guilty about my salary this month at all!”

Jiang Qin: “…”

After a while, Feng Nanshu rode the scooter to Linchuan University and, seizing a moment when Jiang Qin was distracted, she tried to turn into the maple forest. Jiang Qin wondered if this was appropriate, with Uncle Gong still watching from behind.

But when he turned his head, Uncle Gong had already left at some point, embodying the essence of a virtuous and gentle heart. The little rich lady then parked the scooter and looked at Jiang Qin with cool, tender eyes.

“What are you doing?”

Feng Nanshu pursed her red lips: “Jiang Qin, it’s time to hug me.”

The night was tranquil, with the wind rustling through the maple forest.

Although Jiang Qin didn’t want to admit it, he felt completely captivated by Feng Nanshu, yet this control was so comfortable that he didn’t want to resist. He felt like he had fallen into a trap but had no evidence of it.

“Hiss…”

Just then, Jiang Qin felt a pain in his neck as the little rich lady, curled in his arms, sneakily left a mark.

Done for. The little rich lady was getting more skilled. Her knowledge was limited, and her sources of information weren’t extensive. Otherwise, once she learned about having children, their friendship would undoubtedly result in a crying baby.

Is this how it is with everyone’s friends? Learning something new and then trying it on their friends, getting more addicted each time.

“Little rich lady, you’re really not playing fair. How can you bite without warning?”

Feng Nanshu puffed her cheeks: “I’m a little spirit who bites.”

Jiang Qin stared at her beautiful face and trembling eyelashes for a while, then spread his hands, giving up resistance: “Fine, you’re adorable, you decide. Come on, bite your best friend to death.”

Feng Nanshu lowered her head and bit him again, then paused, looking somewhat lostly under her skirt, then tried another bite, lost in thought.

“What are you doing?” Jiang Qin’s eyes were filled with seriousness.

Feng Nanshu squeezed her legs together and then retreated into his embrace: “I kind of want to call you ‘brother’.”

“Why are you suddenly saying ‘yīng’?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you spoil me a bit.”

Jiang Qin stroked her hair: “That’s because you’re so well-behaved. Who could bear not to spoil you?”

Feng Nanshu, pleased, couldn’t maintain her cool demeanor: “Jiang Qin, your words are getting nicer. If you’re capable, say more.”

“Where did you learn all these flirty words?”

“I don’t know.”

Feng Nanshu couldn’t help but yawn, then hugged his neck and rubbed against him twice, her youthful fragrance making Jiang Qin reluctant to let go.

The little rich lady, although 1.7 meters tall, was slender except where it mattered. Holding her felt light, and her skin was as smooth as silk, fragrant, soft, and slightly warm.

…

After leaving the maple forest, it was almost 10:30 P.M.. The college road was nearly deserted, looking like the dorms would close soon. Jiang Qin dropped the little rich lady at her building, locked the scooter, and hurried back to his dorm.

Upon entering, Ren Ziqiang was shirtless in the hallway, trying on clothes from his wardrobe, apparently preparing for a shopping trip the next evening, a sign that his relationship was progressing well.

Cao Guangyu was also busy, his desk covered in colorful paper strips, quickly folding them into stars and putting them into a transparent glass tube.

Ding Xue’s preliminary exams were approaching, and he was feeling restless and anxious. Old Cao hoped to give her warmth and strength in this way.

“Why does the whole dorm smell like the sourness of love?”

Jiang Qin murmured, putting a hand on Zhou Chao’s shoulder: “Look at these captives of love, no ambition, all turned into love-struck fools. In our dorm, only we two are decent people.”

Zhou Chao was about to agree when he saw the lipstick mark on Jiang Qin’s neck and was stunned: “Brother Jiang, are you denying your relationship with Feng Nanshu just because you don’t want to treat us to a meal?”

“?”

Jiang Qin turned to him: “What nonsense are you talking?”

…

AN: At the airport, I rushed a draft and am now boarding.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!