Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

TL: Etude Translations

In Teacher Song’s eyes, when he announced the news, the office should have erupted with exclamations of surprise. However, he didn’t expect their expressions to be so peculiar.

Little did he know that before his return, everyone had already discussed Jiang Qin, even assigning him several labels: decent in studies, mediocre in other aspects, ordinary family, nothing outstanding.

Yet, as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Qin suddenly became the first “Star of Learning” at Linchuan University. That wasn’t all; more importantly, he was also labeled a famous young entrepreneur in Linchuan, with assets close to ten million. The disparity was startling.

The teachers in the office looked at each other, eventually gathering around the newspaper, studying it intently without speaking for a long time.

Being featured in official media, not some tabloid, on both the finance and youth pages, was quite telling. Even if the numbers weren’t accurate, the story must be true.

Turns out, Jiang wasn’t a rich second generation, but had become wealthy on his own.

Thinking about it, their judgment of people was indeed quite poor…

The homeroom teacher of Class 1 pushed up his glasses, silently returned to his desk, and began writing a report seriously. The other teachers did the same, pretending they hadn’t just been discussing Jiang Qin.

“A student I once taught, nineteen years old, nearly ten million in assets, and you’re not shocked? What kind of families are you all from?”

Meanwhile, Jiang Qin, unaware of the dramatic shifts in perception among the teachers of Chengnan, was waiting for makeup at the Seagull Photo Studio, accompanied by the young little rich lady.

Dressed in a white dress, the girl’s delicate face resembled a finely sculpted piece of art, with picturesque brows, rosy lips, and a cool expression that dimmed the other girls in the studio.

The makeup artist, holding her brush, hesitated before such a face, fearing that any additional touches might spoil its natural beauty.

Eventually, the young little rich lady only had her lips accentuated with a red shade.

Feeling like she hadn’t contributed much, the makeup artist decided to switch focus to Jiang Qin, as if to compensate on him what she couldn’t do for Feng Nanshu.

Jiang Qin was not pleased with this.

The young little rich lady was hard to enhance due to her delicate beauty, understandable, but he was equally handsome. Why the extra effort? It was as if his face had many flaws.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“Sir, please raise your head a bit.”

Upon hearing the makeup artist, Jiang Qin slightly lifted his head, then saw the young little rich lady through the mirror, almost drooling, yet maintaining a cool expression.

“Am I handsome?” Jiang Qin asked her, mimicking her expression.

Feng Nanshu nodded seriously: “Jiang Qin, I’ve decided to be your friend.”

Jiang Qin looked at her quietly: “You’re unusually sweet today, but I must warn you, don’t fall for beauty.”

“I’ll try to resist your charm.”

The makeup artist, listening to their banter, couldn’t help but smile, then announced the end of the session.

“My parents, where are they?” Jiang Qin turned to ask.

“They didn’t want makeup, so they went to the second-floor studio.”

“Let’s head up then.”

The makeup artist stopped them: “Sir, you haven’t changed yet.”

Jiang Qin glanced at his black T-shirt and shorts: “Isn’t this handsome enough?”

“Perhaps switch to a suit? It was a request from your elders. The dressing room is right ahead, to the right.”

“A suit, huh…”

Jiang Qin, realizing his parents had never seen him in a suit, didn’t refuse and chose a black suit from the dressing room.

After changing, Feng Nanshu handed him a deep blue spotted tie.

Jiang Qin, standing in front of a full-length mirror, looked at himself, and Feng Nanshu joined him, both getting lost in their reflections as if under a spell.

Then, Jiang Qin seemed to envision something, his gaze unfocused, smile widening, revealing white teeth, his mind apparently filled with very pleasant thoughts.

“Enough, don’t look anymore. Once seen, it’s hard to forget.”

Suddenly coming back to his senses, Jiang Qin covered his eyes with one hand and Feng Nanshu’s with the other, stepping out of the dressing room with small, uncertain steps.

The second floor of Seagull Photo Studio was spacious, divided into six separate glass studios. Five groups of clients were already in the middle of their shoots.

Jiang Qin looked around and soon spotted Yuan Youqin and Jiang Zhenghong in the third room.

His parents, having waited for a while, were struck dumb upon seeing Feng Nanshu in a white dress and their son in a black suit, their minds filled with beautiful images.

“Dad, Mom, what are you thinking about?”

“Don’t distract us; I’m thinking of a name.”

“?!”

Following the photographer’s cue, the family of four proceeded with the photo shoot. Their first pose was a full-standing one, with Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu in the center, flanked by Jiang Zhenghong and Yuan Youqin. The background was a festive, solid red color.

Then came the shot with Yuan Youqin and Jiang Zhenghong sitting in front, and Feng Nanshu and Jiang Qin standing behind them.

After the family photos were taken, the two men were excused, leaving Yuan Youqin and Feng Nanshu to continue. They changed poses under the shutter clicks, looking no different from a mother and daughter.

Jiang Zhenghong pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and handed them to Jiang Qin. “Nanshu is a fine girl, pretty and well-mannered, praised by all who meet her. But you know, her family background isn’t suitable for us. It’s just your mother, lacking sense, always over the moon.”

Jiang Qin took the seeds but didn’t speak.

“Son, what are you really thinking? Don’t end up breaking your mother’s heart.”

“Dad, you’re so clear-headed, why not persuade mom more? That’s a Bentley-riding, little rich lady. What’s our family compared to that? It’s a mismatch in every sense.”

Jiang Zhenghong, cracking seeds, responded, “What’s the use of persuading your mom? You’re the one who makes the decisions.”

Jiang Qin finished his seeds and held out his hand for more. “Old Jiang, give me some more.”

“That’s all I have. The rest is for your mom.”

“So this habit of feeding, I got it from you?”

Jiang Zhenghong lowered his voice. “Your mom talks too much. Whenever we go out, I bring her some snacks. It reduces her ‘combat power’ by at least thirty percent. That’s a man’s philosophy of life.”

While they were talking, Yuan Youqin waved them over. “Jiang Qin, I can’t pose anymore. Go take some pictures with Nanshu.”

“Got it.”

Jiang Qin, properly suited up, buttoned up, and joined the set.

The photographer raised the camera towards them. “Ah, Miss, your gaze is excellent, just keep looking at this gentleman like that. Hold it.”

“Good, let’s switch sides for a smiling face-to-face shot.”

“Sir, please sit on the chair in front, slightly lean to the left. Miss, you can rest your hand on the gentleman’s shoulder. Ah… it’s not necessary to keep looking at him, sometimes glance at my camera too, thank you.”

The photographer kept clicking. “Sir, now it’s your turn to look at the lady.”

“Yes, yes, just like that.”

“Ouch, sir, your gaze is too intense. Don’t be so passionate yet. A bit more indifferent, please. I’ll tell you when we need deep emotion.”

Jiang Qin: “…”

By the afternoon, all the family photos were taken. The photographer transferred the images to a computer for them to select for retouching and album inclusion.

During this process, Feng Nanshu’s eyes sparkled. She liked this one and that one, wanting all the photos in the album.

Jiang Qin waved his hand. “Forget choosing, let’s retouch and include them all. Make two copies of everything.”

“You’re quite the spender, son,” Yuan Youqin glanced at her son.

“I’ve told you, I’ve been running a part-time job for hundreds at school and made quite a bit of money. Mom, since you want them all, I’ll definitely treat you.”

Yuan Youqin smiled. “Son, when did I say I wanted them all? Wasn’t that Nanshu?”

“Does it matter? The question is, do you want them?”

“All of them, I have plenty of money!” Feng Nanshu pulled out her thick wallet.

Jiang Qin turned to the designer. “If we’re taking everything, you should throw in something extra, right? How about some display stands, the pure redwood kind, something high-end? Oh, and are you interested in opening a branch in Linchuan? I can help. Throw in a few more, or better yet, just give me the photo studio and leave.”

The designer: “…”

He didn’t know about opening a branch, but not long after leaving the Seagull Photo Studio, Fang Xiaoxuan called, saying the locations for the five Xi Tian stores were set and had been sent to his email.

Coincidentally, the plan for Yang Ji to open a branch in Linchuan was also underway, so Jiang Qin entrusted Fang Xiaoxuan with the task of choosing the locations.

…

To be honest, unless you’re an MC of a novel, getting a girl like Feng Nanshu would indeed end in tragedy.