Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

"Jiang Zong".

Lin Ting walked up to Jiang Zong and called to him softly.

"Listen."

Jiang Zong handed her the milk tea shop's ledger and said, "I'm going back to Shanghai tomorrow, so I can only leave the shop to you."

Lin Ting took the ledger and frowned slightly: "What happened?"

Everything was fine a few minutes ago, why do we suddenly have to go back?

Jiang Zongwei pursed her lips and took a long time to answer her: "My father has just lost a daughter."

Lin Ting was stunned for a moment.

Does this mean that the second wife gave birth to a daughter, but she died?

There was no schadenfreude in Jiang Zong's eyes, but rather a deep sense of worry.

Lin Ting was silent for a moment, then suddenly opened her arms and hugged him.

Jiang Zong: "...!"

Lin patted his back gently and whispered to comfort him, "Master must be in a bad mood right now. Don't be too sad. If you need me, I'll go back with you."

The autumn evening breeze was a bit chilly, but Jiang Zong felt as if he were being tightly enveloped by a pool of soft, warm spring water.

He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist, and raised his hand to hug Wen Nuan back.

"I'm fine. It must be a mess at home, and there's a lot going on here too. You also have classes... I can go back by myself."

Jiang Zong buried his face in Lin Ting's shoulder, his voice muffled.

"Call me anytime if you need me," Lin Ting said softly, patting her back.

"Ah."

Jiang Zong responded sullenly without raising his head.

Lin Ting continued to pat his back gently, offering silent comfort.

Lin Ting didn't say anything more, because she knew very well that at this time, just being with him was enough.

After a long while, Jiang Zong finally released Lin Ting under the urging of the dormitory supervisor.

His expression had returned to normal, and he looked at her and said, "If I have a lot to do, I might stay a few more days. If you're not busy... give me a call."

Lin Ting nodded firmly: "Okay, I'll call you every night at eight o'clock."

"Ok!"

Seeing that the dormitory supervisor was about to urge him again, Jiang Zong said, "You should go back now."

"Okay, hurry up too, the dorms will be closed soon." Lin Ting didn't dawdle any longer and waved to him. "I'll take you to the airport tomorrow."

After saying that last sentence, she jogged back to her dormitory.

Jiang Zong stood there for a while, and only turned back to his dormitory after watching her go up the stairs.

Unbeknownst to him, Lin Ting frowned as soon as she turned around.

She had a bad feeling that Jiang Zong might not have a good time this time he went back.

or……

She pushed open the dormitory door with a worried expression, and when she looked up, she was met with four gossipy faces.

"what?"

"Ouch—"

Wu Yan rested her chin on her hands, her face flushed red, and stomped her feet incessantly: "Listen to this! Tell me honestly, when exactly did you two get together?"

Lin Ting asked blankly, "What the hell?"

These are all topics that died last semester, so why are they suddenly revived this semester?

"Stop hiding it! You two hugged downstairs for an hour!"

Li Zhi joined in the interrogation, her eyes shining like light bulbs.

Lin Ting was even more bewildered: "That long?"

Su Yu tapped her watch lightly: "To be precise, it's one hour, seventeen minutes, and thirty-two seconds."

Lin Ting: "..."

Zheng Miaoying pursed her lips and chuckled softly, reassuringly telling Lin Wen, "It's alright, just listen. It's normal to be moved."

Lin Ting's emotions were all thrown off balance by them!

She took a deep breath and said with utmost sincerity, "I can explain."

"Explain what?" Su Yu blinked. "Are you trying to say that something happened to Jiang Zong's family, and he was very upset, so you gave him a hug from a good friend that was full of encouragement and comfort?"

Lin Ting: "Yes! That's exactly it!"

"Pooh--"

"Believe it or not!"

Su Yu sighed: "Listen to this, you've changed. You're too lazy to even make up lies to fool us now."

Lin Ting felt incredibly wronged: "I didn't lie to you!"

“Hey, hey, just give up already,” Li Zhi waved her hand. “This is so half-hearted. Besides, what could possibly require you to hold him for an hour to comfort him?”

Lin Ting: "..."

This is Jiang Zong's family matter, so it really can't be discussed.

Wu Yan's eyes brightened as she rubbed her hands together and pleaded, "Please, tell me what happened!"

"What process?"

Su Yu chuckled mischievously, "How about the story of how you met, got to know each other, and fell in love? Actually, I'd really like to know too..."

Lin Ting turned around and flicked her forehead: "Have you finished your homework?"

Su Yu: "...?"

why?

Why is it always her who gets hurt?!

Lin Ting unilaterally stopped the gossip, refusing to respond to anything anyone said.

Wu Yan originally wanted to tease her a little, but Zheng Miaoying stopped her.

After a while, Zheng Miaoying moved to Lin Ting's bedside and asked her softly, "Did something really happen?"

“Hmm,” Lin Ting turned over, facing outwards to look at Zheng Miaoying, and said, “There are some things. He’s going back to Shanghai tomorrow.”

Seeing Lin Ting's slightly furrowed brows, Yingzi reasonably misunderstood the situation.

Seeing how worried and sad she looks, could it be that Jiang Zong is never coming back?

Almost instantly, scenes from more than a dozen Qiong Yao novels popped into Yingzi's mind.

What about family factors that prevent couples from being together, what about being separated by their family background, what about being diagnosed with a terminal illness and resolutely breaking up...

Lin Ting looked at her in horror: "Why are you crying?"

With tears in her eyes, Zheng Miaoying held Lin Ting's hand and said sincerely, "Tingting, love can overcome any obstacle. You must be strong!"

Lin Ting: "..."

She decided to buy a set of the Twenty-Four Histories tomorrow so that Yingzi could memorize the entire text.

……

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

In the car, Jiang Zong looked at the bloodshot eyes in Lin Ting's eyes and felt somewhat guilty.

Lin Ting shook her head: "It's because of my roommates. They had a late-night chat last night and reviewed twelve novels by Qiong Yao."

Jiang Zong: "..."

He looked at Lin Ting, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Don't worry about me."

Lin Ting sighed softly and said, "Don't keep everything to yourself. If you don't tell me, even Master won't know."

She wasn't afraid that Jiang Zong would say something wrong; she was only worried that he would suffer injustice and keep it to himself.

Jiang Zong gritted his teeth and nodded: "I'll try my best."

Jiang Zong went back with Uncle Nie this time. Before leaving, Uncle Nie gave the car keys to Lin Ting.

"Miss Lin, there's something I need to tell you," he said softly to Lin.

Lin Ting nodded: "Please give my regards to my master."

"it is good."

After watching them leave, Lin Ting stood there in deep thought for a long time before finally dialing Jiang's father's number.

The call was answered quickly, but Mr. Jiang's voice sounded noticeably tired.

"Master, are you alright?" Lin Ting asked softly.

"My dear daughter," Mr. Jiang took a deep breath, "you heard from Xiao Zong, right? I'm fine, don't worry about me, just take good care of yourself."

“Jiang Zong has gone back,” Lin heard. “I just took him to the airport.”

"what?"

Mr. Jiang was stunned, clearly not expecting that Jiang Zong would actually come home.

Lin stopped short of saying anything, neither mentioning that Jiang Zong was very worried about him nor saying anything else.

"This kid..."