Born again who will fall in love?

Chapter 8: Finally Hitched a Wealthy Woman

Chapter 8: Finally Getting Close to a Rich Woman

Teacher Chi, in 1986, played the role of the third-generation Tang Monk and became famous all over the country.

Later, through an introduction from Teacher Zhao, he got to know a wealthy and powerful woman who was already 49 years old at that time.

At the peak of his acting career, Teacher Chi didn't choose the path of being solely devoted to his career. Instead, he decisively chose to get married and became a son-in-law by marriage.

Now, he owns a street in the capital city, which is in stark contrast to the second-generation Tang Monk, who is still in his sixties and singing in various places.

What do we call a magnificent transformation?

This is a magnificent transformation!

But how can you achieve such a magnificent transformation?

The author lists several conditions in the book, and the most important one is looks.

In plain terms, being good-looking gives you the possibility of starting well with a rich woman. This is like the key to the door. If you can't even get through the door, you don't need to think about what comes after.

Besides, you also need to have a good physique, be resistant, endure the joys of a rich woman's life, and be as enduring as the Nanfu Juyuan battery, locking in more power. One segment is stronger than six!

Of course, the book only covers the first half, and the rest is analyzed by Jiang Qin himself.

Jiang Qin delved deep into the content and got a bit carried away. He extended his legs a bit too far and accidentally kicked the fair, smooth leg of the girl across from him.

Realizing his rudeness, Jiang Qin immediately looked at the girl across from him. Unexpectedly, the cold girl quietly withdrew her leg as if nothing had happened, not even moving the book that was in front of her.

"Sorry, I got so engrossed in my book that I didn't mean to do that."

"It's okay."

The girl in front of him didn't put her book down or look at him. She just responded with a faint, emotionless voice.

Jiang Qin didn't pay much attention to it and returned his gaze to the book. Twenty minutes later, he finished reading "The Magnificent Transformation of the Third-Generation Tang Monk" and had some understanding of the basics of getting close to a rich woman.

But the question remained: Where to find a rich woman? He had just searched the entire bookshelf but couldn't find the legendary "Contact Information of Rich Women Nationwide."

"If I can't meet a rich woman, aren't all these tactics useless?"

Jiang Qin felt a bit disappointed. He casually closed the book, pushed back his chair, and prepared to leave.

Just then, Feng Nanshu suddenly moved the book in front of her, looked at him with clear eyes, and then brought over a signboard from the right side of her desk, placing it in front of him.

"Please return borrowed books to their original positions before leaving."

Jiang Qin's gaze swept over the signboard, and he shrugged his shoulders, then silently left.

Watching his retreating figure, Feng Nanshu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a hint of melancholy flickered in her eyes.

However, she didn't say anything, just quietly put her own book down, and then lightly stepped to the other side of the table, neatly organizing the books that Jiang Qin had spread out, intending to put them back in their original places.

As Feng Nanshu was finishing the last book, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her, and Jiang Qin's voice followed.

"I didn't plan to leave, I was just thirsty, going to buy a bottle of water."

"Also, I'm really sorry for accidentally kicking you earlier. Please have a drink as an apology."

Jiang Qin twisted open the Cool Kids juice in his hand and pushed it toward Feng Nanshu.

This drink was quite popular back in the day. Even Sprite seemed inferior to it in his eyes, but for some reason, it disappeared from the market later.

However, Feng Nanshu didn't reach out to take it. She remained motionless, like she had turned to stone, not speaking or moving.

Finally, she clenched her fist, lowered her head, and returned to her side of the table, raising the book high to hide her delicate face.

Jiang Qin found it quite inexplicable.

Did I do something inappropriate earlier?

What I did was basically a gentlemanly gesture, right?

So why does this high and mighty lady seem so nervous?

But he didn't dwell on it and simply attributed it to her aloof personality. He sat back in his seat and continued reading the next book.

Three minutes later, Jiang Qin's peripheral vision caught sight of a fair, slender hand silently reaching out from behind that book "Demon-Eyed Girl," grabbing the Cool Kids juice, and then discreetly retracting it.

In the following days, Jiang Qin would visit the library whenever he had time, and each time, he would encounter Feng Nanshu.

It was as if an unspoken agreement had formed between them. Every time, they would sit at the same table, face each other, but neither of them would speak. They would both focus on their own books.

However, Jiang Qin never came empty-handed.

Sometimes he would bring snacks like teddy bear-shaped biscuits, salted crispy crackers, shrimp chips, and after dividing them in half, he would push the other half toward Feng Nanshu.

After a couple of times, Feng Nanshu also started bringing some snacks.

Things like macarons, truffle chocolates, and Jenny cookies, and she placed them closer to Jiang Qin's side each time.

Although the two of them didn't communicate verbally, they were still interacting through these small gestures, and it seemed like they had developed quite a rapport.

During this time, Jiang Qin finished reading a book titled "Rich Women's Profiles" and another one called "Gentleman's Details," while Feng Nanshu completed "The Blue Dog Era" and "The Magical Zoo."

June 13th, the sixth day of summer vacation.

Jiang Qin closed the last book about rich women, placed his hand on the table, propped up his chin, and his gaze gradually became profound.

"In books, there are golden houses; in books, there are beautiful women."

He had checked online, and this quote wasn't from Mr. Lu Xun; it was said by Emperor Zhao Heng of the Song Dynasty in his work "On Encouragement to Learning."

But Jiang Qin felt that he had only gotten half of it right.

Indeed, in books, there were beautiful women, like Feng Nanshu sitting across from him, truly pleasing to the eye.

However, in books, there were no golden houses, or at least he hadn't found any.

Jiang Qin's gaze couldn't help but shift to Feng Nanshu, who was nibbling on shrimp chips like a hamster.

She no longer used the book to completely shield her face now, but her clear, cool demeanor remained, and her desire to engage in conversation was nearly nonexistent.

Wait...

A black sedan with wings? Special drivers for school transport, accompanied by security?

Macarons, Jenny cookies, truffle chocolates...

Jiang Qin's eyes widened slightly, realizing that he had been completely oblivious. He had been thinking about how to meet a rich woman, but he had forgotten that the person sitting in front of him was one!

At the same time, Feng Nanshu suddenly noticed Jiang Qin's gaze on her, so she froze for a moment and slowly placed the shrimp chips she had just picked up back into their packaging.

"I didn't say you couldn't eat; go ahead and continue."

"Oh."

Feng Nanshu picked up the shrimp chips again and put them in her mouth but noticed that Jiang Qin was still staring at her. Her expression began to show confusion.

"Feng, can I borrow some money from you?" Jiang Qin coughed and tried to look as sincere as possible.

Feng Nanshu blinked in bewilderment, then fell silent for a moment. She took a small black leather bag hanging on the back of her chair and pulled out a pink metal clasp wallet from it, placing it firmly on the table.

Jiang Qin was completely taken aback. He thought her demeanor was undoubtedly that of a rich woman, but he wasn't asking for just a few hundred yuan; he needed a substantial amount.

"I'd like to borrow a bit more."

"How much do you want to borrow?"

Jiang Qin initially wanted to state a specific amount, but he was torn between saying too much and making her uncomfortable or saying too little and not having enough. "How about this? You lend me as much as you're comfortable with, but I'll repay you quickly. I absolutely won't run away with the money."

After thinking for a moment, Feng Nanshu nodded obediently. "Alright, I'll give it to you tomorrow."

Jiang Qin was once again baffled. Since when had borrowing money become such a straightforward matter? Was he still in the same world he was in before he was reborn?