Jiang Nanshu glanced at her briefly. "Hm? What’s up with Xu Xingwan?"
Xu Xi swallowed and lowered her voice, "I think... her relationship with her brother is... improper..."
Jiang Nanshu gave her a meaningful look. "Be confident, remove ’think’, and they are exactly what you imagine them to be."
Xu Xi was dumbfounded. "But, that’s her brother."
"They’re not blood-related, what’s there to be shocked about?" Jiang Nanshu said indifferently.
The only thing normal in this whole book seems to be Bao Yan and Xu Xingwan...
Xu Xi choked up a bit, then thought about it and agreed.
She sighed, "The world of the rich is a place we ordinary people can’t fathom. Forget it, I’m going downstairs to get a takeaway."
With that, she wrapped herself in a down jacket and headed out.
About half an hour later,
Xu Xi came back in through the door. "It’s so cold outside. Oh, Jiangjiang, there’s someone below looking for you."
Jiang Nanshu put down her phone, her eyes filled with curiosity. "Who?"
Xu Xi blinked and shook her head. "I don’t know him, but he’s tall and handsome."
Jiang Nanshu thought for a moment and had an idea.
She got up, put on a thick down jacket, and donned her fleece-lined boots.
The weather in December was turning cold, and Jiang Nanshu hated the cold.
She also disliked snow.
This season did not bring her beautiful memories.
Whenever it was particularly cold, she would wrap herself up very thickly.
Walking down from the dorm building, indeed, Duan Huaiyu was waiting at the main entrance.
There was a light drizzle outside.
Jiang Nanshu didn’t bring an umbrella, so she just pulled up her hood, her face shielded by the rim as she looked up, eyes clear and distinct. "You were looking for me?"
Duan Huaiyu shifted his umbrella toward her, his rugged face calm. "Miss, there’s something I want to discuss with you."
Jiang Nanshu glanced at the sky, which was slightly dark at six in the evening.
She hadn’t eaten yet.
After thinking it over, she said, "Let’s walk and talk. There’s a barbecue stall by the school gate; shall I treat you to a couple of skewers?"
Duan Huaiyu couldn’t help but laugh. "Miss is really down to earth. I thought you wouldn’t go for such stuff."
"They’re tasty. I like grilled beef skewers, grilled potatoes, a few green beans skewers, and a handful of pork belly," Jiang Nanshu said, smacking her lips.
Duan Huaiyu gave her a long look. "I thought... you were upset?"
"Who, me? Upset about what?" Jiang Nanshu asked, then with a delayed reaction, widened her eyes. "No way, has the news of my broken engagement spread to the swimming pool where you work part-time?"
Duan Huaiyu pursed his lips. "I’ve resigned from the swimming pool. I’ve joined a music-related show, and that’s why I came—to tell you that I’ve decided to enter the entertainment industry."
"Ah? Congratulations, you’re naturally fit for this industry; you’ll definitely make a name for yourself in the entertainment world."
As they walked, they approached the bustling barbecue stall outside Jing University.
Jiang Nanshu had never eaten there, but every weekend after school, her driver’s car would pass by this place, and she had long wanted to try it.
Duan Huaiyu was waiting beside her, watching her profile.
Miss had called off her engagement.
Miss said she wasn’t upset, but she didn’t seem very happy either.
Miss...
Duan Huaiyu murmured internally. He dared not speak Jiang Nanshu’s name aloud; it felt like a profanation to him.
So the thoughts that sprouted within him felt abrupt, thinking of his own impoverished family background, the light in his eyes sparked by Jiang Nanshu’s broken engagement suddenly dimmed.
"Miss..."
"Then, people in your profession must have high emotional intelligence, right?" Jiang Nanshu suddenly asked.
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