Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance

Chapter 1268 - 844: The Eve of the New Semester_2

"Have you learned dance?""No, when I was little, I began... to stretch." Zhang Ningzhi said, "But... it was too painful, so I only practiced halfway."

"That’s impressive."

"You... say it again!!"

Jiang Nian laughed. Each time he was with Zhizhi, they knew a little more about each other, like understanding the roots of a tree.

"Ah! Don’t mess up my hair!"

As dawn broke, as reluctant as they were, it was time to part. The little girl quietly pursed her lips, not saying a word.

Watching Jiang Nian prepare to enter the station, she couldn’t help but ask,

"Aren’t you going to say something?"

"Didn’t I say it? If I say more, you’ll start crying again," he said, "You’ll cry for half an hour, until your tears dry up."

Zhang Ningzhi went from tears to laughter, giving him a playful hit.

"I won’t!"

She stepped forward to hug Jiang Nian again, reluctantly saying, "Then we’ll meet in Beijing sometime!"

"Alright, next time don’t cry." Jiang Nian wiped her tears, "It’s not like it’s a life-and-death separation."

"I can if I want to!"

"Alright."

"Bye-bye, let me know when you arrive!"

"Okay."

In a blink of an eye, Jiang Nian was back in Yuhang, hiring people and renting an office.

The money in hand instantly dwindled.

The platform payments weren’t slow, but women’s clothing had a high return rate. For every hundred pieces sold, you had to stock a hundred and forty.

Moreover, spending on promotion was deducted in real-time. The calculations added up, creating considerable financial pressure.

Fortunately, his shop grew in size and gained some fame, so he could negotiate payment terms with the factory outlets.

Unconsciously, the team had expanded to ten people, three of whom were hired from nearby schools.

The rest were experienced hands, nothing much to say. Chicken soup, motivational speeches, can’t compare to giving money.

When he couldn’t bear it, he even tried his luck with a lottery ticket, squeezing some money out just to make it through.

"Damn it! The richer you get, the poorer you feel!"

.......

Three days later, he took time to fly to Beijing.

Pressed for time, he met with the class monitor. Meanwhile, he took a stroll around Beijing University, checking out the environment.

Beijing was still quite hot, holding hands made you sweat.

"Qingqing, why are your hands always so cold?" Jiang Nian found it strange and couldn’t help but pinch them twice.

Li Qingrong: "....."

"They’ve always been like this."

"Alright, I guess I’m ignorant." Jiang Nian held Li Qingrong’s hand, strolling down the street, feeling quite relaxed.

"When autumn comes, it’ll be even more beautiful here."

"Mm."

Li Qingrong maintained her usual aloof demeanor. For some reason, her clothes were becoming plainer and simpler.

Her face was fair, her eyes cool. Her tall and elegant figure, with simpler clothing, only accentuated her outstanding temperament.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, just thinking you’re really beautiful, Qingqing," Jiang Nian mused, "I’d like to take a bite and see how you taste."

Li Qingrong was straightforward, giving him a glance.

"Haven’t you already bitten?"

Jiang Nian: "....."

Don’t waste too many words on romantic banter with a straightforward girl; with a face full of abstinence, she unexpectedly turns into a tease.

"So, where did your sister go?"

"Do you really want to see her?" Li Qingrong cast him a glance.

"Not really, just thinking..." Jiang Nian said, "I should make more money and buy a house or something."

"After all, it’s your sister’s house. I keep sneaking in like this, it feels a bit inappropriate."

"She knows," Li Qingrong remarked.

"Huh?"

"She can’t control me."

Hearing this, Jiang Nian felt awkward. Was this something to be so proud of? A clash between sisters, terrifying indeed.

Best not to get involved, don’t even ask.

"Isn’t buying a house expensive?" Li Qingrong asked. Her nature was cool, not uncaring.

"That it is. Living in Beijing isn’t easy," he said. "Buying one here costs as much as two or three elsewhere."

Of course, the location matters.

"Then when you have the money, you can buy a little farther away," Li Qingrong suggested. "Cheaper, less exhausting."

"I’ll earn money after graduation, and then I can support you a bit."

"No need, just focus on school," Jiang Nian said. "In less than two years, you can support me."

"Okay." Li Qingrong nodded.

There weren’t many secrets between them, even regarding certain intimate matters. Li Qingrong didn’t mind much, nor did she inquire.

Right now, what she wanted was to become independent. At present, there’s no significant need.

After all, Li Lanying couldn’t control her.

Jiang Nian didn’t delve too deeply into it either. Sometimes knowing too much doesn’t hold much value.

What’s most important now is to take one step at a time moving forward.

Beijing, compared to other cities, indeed had a different vibe, changing with the seasons.

At night, the two went for a stroll at Shichahai.

The place was crowded.

Nearing the school season, the tourists continued to pour in. The whole way was just a stream of people, with occasional bars seen on the outer streets.

Most were quiet bars, attracting patrons with resident singers.

Encountering blues was rare, with the sky barely dark by six in the afternoon, mostly enhanced directly by filters.

"It’s different from how they shoot it, isn’t it?"

"None of them don’t use filters."

The two walked along the path, spotting various photography sessions. Equipped with cameras and tablets, prices were displayed nearby.

Prices were quite similar, with retouching and printing costing thirty-four in total.

Jiang Nian looked at Li Qingrong, and the girl turned her head. They exchanged a glance, both seeing the hesitation in the other’s eyes.

"Wanna take a photo?"

"Do you?"

"Well... I’ll take it if you want to," Jiang Nian knew that Li Qingrong was actually quite shy.

Though sometimes she didn’t care, or simply didn’t show it on her face.

Li Qingrong hesitated for a moment, glanced at the "blues" that was about to disappear, and pursed her lips, saying,

"Let’s do it."

The photographer came over, "Excuse me, please wait a moment. I’m just finishing with the next session, one or two minutes."

"Alright."

The photographing process was quick, but retouching took time. It needed to satisfy the customers’ standards to complete a session.

Click, click, click, it was effortless.

The two just stood there and the photos came out, with their tall and attractive figures, appearing like a show poster.

The photo editor kept looking at them.

"Do you want any retouches?"

Jiang Nian glanced, feeling it wasn’t necessary. Li Qingrong also looked, then shook her head.

"Alright, that’ll be..." She charged ten less since there’s not much else to do after processing the photos.

....

Late at night.

The two returned to the apartment, and after going upstairs, Jiang Nian didn’t linger in the living room but headed straight back to the empty guest room.

Not feeling tired, he took out his computer to work.

A while later, there was a knock. Li Qingrong knocked three times, and then pushed the door open to ask.

"Wanna take a bath?"

"Huh?"

Jiang Nian hesitated; perhaps the bathtub had been used by more than just her. He was about to refuse, just to avoid any awkwardness.

Suddenly, Li Qingrong said,

"There are disposable bathtub liners."

"Oh?"

These things were originally for hotels or bath barrels. But they were convenient for home use, given some people have germaphobia.

Jiang Nian excitedly went over, and upon turning around, saw Li Qingrong also coming in.

"Together?"

"Mm." Li Qingrong appeared calm and even took the time to explain, "It’s quite a hassle to fill the water."

"Plus, cleaning up and folding the bathtub liner are troublesome."

Jiang Nian didn’t understand but if she said so, then so be it. He sank into the hot water, letting out a sigh of relief.

It was quite comfortable, indeed.

After a while, Li Qingrong also got in, facing Jiang Nian, and the water level in the tub rose again.

The bathtub was large, sufficiently accommodating two people.

Yet, with both having long legs, it was unavoidable that they touched, skin against skin, slippery in the water.

Jiang Nian really respected Li Qingrong... her looks and figure, even though he was thick-skinned, there was a bit of awkwardness.

"Cough cough."

Li Qingrong glanced at him but said nothing. When she turned away, the corners of her lips slightly twitched.

"In a rush?"

"No, no." Jiang Nian coughed twice, trying to ease the awkwardness, "It’s just human nature."

"Mm."

The two didn’t really restrain themselves, unlike those Platonic couples. When it came to future romance, they believed in letting things happen naturally.

The moonlight draped over the windowsill, streaming through the gaps. It illuminated the couple in their embrace, capturing the moment.

Soaked.