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

Whether Lin Ting can drink alcohol is unknown, and there won't be an answer anytime soon.

Jiang Zong felt that even if he wanted to drink with her, he should wait until she was done with her busy schedule.

She's busy running her shop and working very hard; I shouldn't let my curiosity affect her.

Mr. Jiang rambled on about making friends until someone came to find him, at which point he hung up the phone.

"Mr. Jiang, the stock price has already risen to 46.2 yuan," the secretary reported.

"Alright, keep an eye on it," Mr. Jiang said, waving his hand dismissively.

The secretary glanced at his expression, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Your wife asked if you want to come home for dinner tonight."

“I’m not going back,” said Mr. Jiang.

"But...my wife is pregnant."

"...!"

……

Jiang Zong was unaware that he might be getting a younger brother or sister. He remembered that when he came back earlier, Lin Ting was rubbing her legs and saying that she was so tired. She also mentioned that she would go to the labor market tomorrow at noon to find a painter to paint the walls.

He thought that lunchtime was a better time to eat, so he decided not to go to the labor market.

So, he made a rare phone call to Uncle Nie.

Uncle Nie was shocked when he received the call; he couldn't believe that Jiang Zong would assign him work.

"Looking for a painter? Sure, no problem, I'll arrange someone right now..."

Uncle Nie was so excited, so thrilled, that tears welled up in his eyes.

God knows how uncomfortable he is lying at home every day.

Uncle Nie, a close attendant of the Crown Prince, didn't need to go to the labor market to find a painter. He simply called the manager of the Jiang family's hotel in Shenyang, and a renovation team that had done a lot of work on the hotel's renovation was immediately on standby.

Uncle Nie finished the task in five minutes, remained silent for a moment, then dejectedly lay back down on the bed, staring at his mobile phone and hoping that Jiang Zong would find him something to do next.

In the dormitory, Jiang Zong put his mobile phone back in the cabinet, a hint of joy shining in his eyes.

He also helped his good friend.

"Jiang Zong".

Holding a deck of cards, Liang Tianxing looked at Jiang Zong with slight hesitation. "Do you want to play cards?"

He had invited Jiang Zong before, but there was never a response, so he stopped asking.

But what happened yesterday made him want to ask him again.

"Humph."

A cold snort.

It belongs to Chen Jun.

He lay in bed reading, his face gloomy.

Liang Tianxing pretended not to hear and continued to say to Jiang Zong, "If you don't know how, I'll teach you."

Jiang Zong looked at the cards in his hand, deep in thought.

If Lin Ting wants to play cards in the future but he doesn't...

He took a deep breath and nodded with a look of grim determination: "Okay."

When Liang Tianxing heard him say "okay," he immediately laughed: "Come on, let me tell you the rules..."

Most college students these days aren't that pragmatic. Liang Tianxing's willingness to invite Jiang Zong again wasn't because of yesterday's hotel or money.

He just felt that Jiang Zong was actually a good person, after all, he didn't complain to the teacher yesterday and was willing to take them with him.

This is actually quite unnecessary.

Five boys gathered around the table to play cards. In the first two rounds, they played very carefully to let Jiang Zong get used to the rules, and they let him win big.

It turned out that... Jiang Zong didn't need them to let him win; once he became familiar with the rules, his playing style became more aggressive than anyone else's.

The most crucial point is that playing cards is sometimes a psychological battle; you can tell a lot about the opponent's hand from their expression.

But Jiang Zong didn't show any expression!

They had absolutely no way of telling him from his face whether he had a 3 or an A.

They were just relieved—thankfully they thought Jiang Zong was a novice and hadn't gambled on his meal ticket.

Otherwise, they would have to fill their stomachs with cold water this month.

"Jiang Zong, you'll have no friends if you play cards like this," Liang Tianxing complained, his head buzzing from the beating.

After a few rounds of cards, they gradually realized that Jiang Zong wasn't just being condescending; he genuinely didn't like to talk and was also very stubborn.

For example, to this sarcastic comment, Jiang Zong replied: "I have friends."

"Right, right, Lin, isn't he?" Liang Tianxing suddenly had a flash of inspiration and winked at him, "Jiang Zong, let me tell you, if you're playing cards with a girl, you have to let her win! And you can't make it too obvious!"

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Zong felt that Liang Tianxing's words made sense, so he humbly asked for advice: "How do I do it?"

"Come, come! I'll teach you!"

Liang Tianxing instantly perked up again, feeling confident that he could do it again.

……

"Aqiu——"

In the girls' dormitory, Lin Ting sneezed again, rubbing her nose with a look of utter despair.

"Listen, do you have a cold?" Zheng Miaoying opened the cabinet. "I have cold medicine."

“No, it shouldn’t be,” Lin heard. “I feel like someone is cursing at me.”

Her study partner, Su Yu, looked up at her with a complicated expression: "Lin Ting, generally speaking, everyone would think that someone is thinking about them."

Lin Ting rested her chin on her hand, pondered for a moment, and said, "Then it can only be that my parents are thinking of me."

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

Just then, my cell phone rang.

Su Yu looked at her meaningfully: "That's not necessarily true."

Lin Ting grinned at her, turned around, picked up the cell phone, and answered, "Hello."

"Miss Lin, this is Uncle Nie." Uncle Nie's voice came from the other end of the phone. "I wanted to tell you that I've already found a renovation team. When would you like to have them come over tomorrow?"

Lin Ting looked bewildered: "Find a renovation team? How did this work end up being done for you?"

Uncle Nie chuckled: "Young Master just called me."

Lin Ting was completely bewildered.

Jiang Zong, who wouldn't even call Uncle Nie if the dormitory window was leaking, actually called because of her?

She, she...

Does she actually have the talent to heal socially anxious teenagers?

If her business doesn't go well in the future, could she open a clinic?

Suddenly, I had a way out.

Uncle Nie chuckled when he didn't hear Lin Ting's response for a while: "Didn't the young master tell you?"

“Indeed, they didn’t say anything,” Lin Ting pressed his temples. “Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Nie. If it’s convenient, please have them come to the school gate at 12:30 tomorrow noon.”

"Sure, no problem," Uncle Nie readily agreed.

Lin Ting quickly added, "Please don't pay my wages. I already feel bad for troubling you, and I can't let you spend any more money."

Uncle Nie knew that Lin Ting was not short of money, so he did not refuse her. He simply said, "Okay, you can use this renovation team with confidence. They renovated the Jiang family's hotel. They are very reliable."

"Okay, thank you, and please thank Uncle Jiang for me too."

"Hey, don't be shy, just give me a call if you need anything."

"Okay, then you should get some rest."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Ting met Su Yu's face, which was trying not to laugh.

Lin Ting: "Why are you looking at me? Do I have words on my face? Have you finished memorizing the vocabulary list for Unit 2? Have you memorized the pronunciations?"

Su Yu: "..."

Su Yu opened her mouth, but after a long while, she managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Didn't you finish memorizing it too?"

Lin Ting put down his mobile phone and shook his head seriously: "You don't understand, I'm not like you."

Su Yu was puzzled: "We're both from the English department, what's the difference between us?"

Lin Ting: "I have money, I can hire a translator in the future."

"..."

"Waaah... Where's my medicine? I need to take my medicine!"

Fortunately, Zheng Miaoying was right next to the cabinet, and the medicine was put into Su Yu's mouth as quickly as possible.

Su Yu patted her chest, panting slightly, and held Zheng Miaoying's hand sincerely, saying, "Miaoying, you are a good person."

"Tsk, that's a pretty sophisticated way to insult someone."

Lin Ting shook her pen and suddenly asked, "Your boyfriend accompanied you to the hospital this afternoon? Why didn't he come to take you when school started? Did he have something come up?"

Su Yu opened her mouth, then subconsciously looked at Zheng Miaoying.

Yingzi, who was still holding her medicine bottle, handed it over immediately upon seeing this: "Two more pills?"

Su Yu: "..."

On the other side, Wu Yan and Li Zhi also put down their pens and turned to look at her.

"This afternoon at the library, so many people were talking about who Su Yu's boyfriend is!" Wu Yan's eyes lit up. "Tell me about it."

Li Zhi nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, we promise not to tell anyone!"

Su Yu: "..."

"About finding a partner..."