He didn’t take the initiative to ask about Feng Nanshu’s family situation. Firstly, it was because there was no need to know anything yet, and secondly, unless the little rich woman took the initiative to say so, it would be very impolite to explore other people’s family relationships privately.
But he didn’t know until today that the little rich woman might not have a mother.
In a wealthy family, relationships are always messed up and messy, which is normal.
Although Jiang Qin has never met him in real life, he has watched a lot of TV shows with similar plots, and he can more or less make up some grievances between wealthy families.
“Open the door. You have the ability to rob a man. You have the ability to open the door!”
“Don’t hide in there and keep silent, I know you are at home!”
Aunt Xue’s bossy and classic lines from back then are not outdated at all when I think about it now. Jiang Qinha let out a white breath and clenched his little hands tighter.
Don’t think that everything in the TV series is fake. Sometimes, real life is far more bloody than the TV series.
Will Feng Nanshu’s character be related to her family?
She never mentioned to herself whether her family was unwilling or because of something else?
Why does she live in Jeju when her father is in Shanghai?
Is Uncle Gong’s role next to the little rich woman really just a driver?
Jiang Qin had so many questions at the moment. He felt like he could write a million-word history of the war between wealthy families, but in the end he still didn’t ask any questions.
It’s good that the little rich woman is happy now. If she has something to say in her heart, it won’t be too late to listen to it when the time comes.
Arriving at the cafeteria, Jiang Qin opened the heavy cold-proof curtain and walked in. He saw many people studying hard in the corner near the radiator. It didn’t take much to know that the study room was probably already occupied.
How can I study without a study room?
I’m about to fail the damn course, but they don’t let me go to the study room. Is this a royal rule?
Jiang Qin was so angry that he picked up a steamed dumpling, stabbed it into the vinegar dish and drowned it, and then fed it to the little rich woman who had already opened her mouth and was waiting eagerly.
“Is it sour?”
Feng Nanshu shook his head, his eyes clear.
“You’re so jealous. You can’t do this. You must change it.”
Jiang Qin drowned another steamed dumpling and fed it to him: “By the way, I have something to tell you. I plan to take you to play with He Manqi over the weekend. She said she misses you, okay?”
Feng Nanshu pursed her rosy lips: “But what should I do if she also likes to call you brother?”
Jiang Qin said while eating: “She is a high school student, so she can’t call me brother. Besides, she only calls me brother out of politeness in interpersonal communication. It has nothing to do with the brother you call me.”