Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 279: She Even Memorized the Jiang Family Tree

TL: Etude Translations

Yuan Youqin placed a piece of fatty meat into Jiang Qin’s bowl while her mind reminisced about Feng Nanshu, who, the previous night, had gazed at the old Jiang family’s photo with a look of fondness and envy, silent for a very long time.

She peeled an apple for Feng Nanshu and casually inquired about her family, only to learn that this adorable girl was all alone, which deeply saddened Mrs. Yuan.

Therefore, knowing that Jiang Qin would be coming home today, she immediately scheduled the photo session for the new family portrait for tomorrow.

What ill intentions could an old mother have? She simply wished to include this incredibly beautiful young girl in the family portrait.

During festivals and holidays, when neighbors like Mrs. Li, Mrs. Wang, and Sister Liu visited, she planned to display the newly taken family portrait in the living room, winning half the battle without uttering a word.

“Nanshu, would you like to take a walk with Auntie after dinner?”

“Okay,” Feng Nanshu obediently nodded.

Half an hour later, after dinner, Yuan Youqin tidied up the dishes and summoned the entire family to go downstairs.

The weather in Jizhou was cooler than in Linchuan City, especially in the evening, when even in the height of summer, a gentle breeze would grace the air.

The sky had just darkened, with remnants of the sunset’s orange glow, looking magnificent and dreamlike.

As the neighborhood was a resettlement area, most elderly residents still maintained their rural habits. After dinner, they would gather downstairs with stools and fans, some playing chess or mahjong, while others chatted about this and that.

Jiang Zhenghong and Yuan Youqin walked ahead, while Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu followed behind. Their family’s appearance instantly drew the collective attention of the local “Hongrong Homes Information Center.”

“Hello, Fourth Aunt, I’m Nanshu.”

“Good evening, Grandma Wu, I’m Nanshu.”

“Hello, Third Grandpa, Cousin, Sister, Benben, good evening, I’m Nanshu.”

“Hello, Sixth Uncle, Sixth Aunt, I’m Nanshu.”

Feng Nanshu, resembling a sprite in the night, politely greeted everyone, leaving Jiang Qin dumbfounded.

The residents, once belonging to the same village, were mostly related by blood or marriage.

For a younger generation member like Jiang Qin, greeting everyone properly was a task. Not doing so might lead to comments about poor upbringing from Jiang Zhenghong’s family.

However, due to the complex relationships, Jiang Qin often struggled to address people correctly.

You might see an old man and think to call him “Grandpa,” only to find out he’s actually younger in lineage, and a simple “Brother” would suffice.

Frankly, Jiang Qin wished he could just cover his face and ignore everyone, thinking, “To hell with it; I can’t remember anyone anyway. Just treat me like a stranger.”

But to his surprise, Feng Nanshu handled the situation effortlessly, calling everyone by the correct titles, clearly knowing each individual’s place in the family hierarchy, winning numerous smiles.

Jiang Qin felt bewildered, wondering if he was the outsider, the stranger to this neighborhood.

“Little rich lady, did you secretly memorize our family tree?”

Feng Nanshu shook her head calmly, “I didn’t memorize it, but every day after dinner, Auntie would take me for a walk and teach me how to address everyone. However, some of them get my name wrong.”

Jiang Qin’s breath hitched, thinking about how many traps his mother had set in his absence, how many webs she had woven.

Leaving Feng Nanshu at their home, including her in the family portrait, and now having her address every distant relative of the Jiang family, it was impossible for anyone to believe their innocence.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

What a cunning plan; Jiang Qin felt utterly defenseless. “By the way, who is Benben?” (Benben means dummy-dummy or stupid stupid)

“He’s my cousin’s dog. They wanted to name him Beibei, but he never responded to it. He only comes when called Benben, so that name stuck.”

“You’re not stupid; you’re very clever. I’ve definitely been tricked by you,” Jiang Qin said with a serious look.

Feng Nanshu paused, then suddenly Six Aunt handed her a bunch of boiled peanuts. Confused, she looked at Jiang Qin, “Jiang Qin, I want to eat these peanuts, but I never learned how to peel them.”

Jiang Qin, feigning indifference, cracked open a peanut to show her, “You’re so smart, can’t you even learn this simple task?”

“I can’t even understand how to do it.”

Jiang Qin cracked another one open for her, “Did you get it this time?”

The little rich lady seriously shook her head, “I can’t learn it at all.”

Her cool and indifferent expression seemed to fit every context perfectly. Jiang Qin handed her two peeled peanuts, “There are too many people here; I can’t feed you. Peel them yourself.”

“Okay.”

Feng Nanshu opened her rosy lips and ate a peanut, following Jiang Qin somewhat nervously and dazedly, secretly repeating to herself that she was silly, cold, and very silly.

After returning from their walk around the neighborhood, it was already past nine in the evening. While Feng Nanshu watched TV with Yuan Youqin, Jiang Qin called Uncle Gong to come and pick them up.

While Jiang Qin was away, it wasn’t a problem for Feng Nanshu to stay in his room; after all, the bed was a newly bought double, and so was the bedding set. However, now that he had returned, having only two bedrooms in the house made things inconvenient.

Regardless of whether they were friends or a couple, cohabiting openly while parents were around was not an option.

Despite his mother’s continuous efforts to steer the little rich lady towards becoming her daughter-in-law, she was, at heart, extremely traditional. So, if Feng Nanshu were to stay over tonight, Jiang Qin would inevitably end up sleeping on the sofa.

The little rich lady might be naive, but he certainly was not.

Some time later, Uncle Gong arrived at Hongrong Homes in his car.

While Yuan Youqin helped Feng Nanshu pack her things, Jiang Qin had already reached the entrance of the community, chatting and smoking with Uncle Gong, who was waiting for the young mistress.

“Does the Feng family not care about the little rich lady? She’s been staying at my house for three days without any issue?”

“Sir, her father does care about her, but she… she doesn’t listen to him. Mr. Qin also cares a lot, but she doesn’t listen to him either.”

“So, Feng Nanshu doesn’t listen to anyone?” Jiang Qin couldn’t help but laugh.

Uncle Gong didn’t laugh; instead, he turned to look at him, “You could say that.”

Jiang Qin’s smile faded, shaking his head in disbelief, “Impossible, the little rich lady is so obedient, listens to everything, how could she be rebellious?”

“Actually, the young mistress can be incredibly stubborn. When she gets angry, nobody can control her, but that’s not her fault; it’s her family’s fault.”

Jiang Qin choked on the smoke, not used to it, and quickly extinguished the cigarette, “I feel like there’s a story here, but if I ask you, you won’t tell me.”

Uncle Gong nodded, “Actually, I shouldn’t even have said what I did, as it’s akin to criticizing our master’s family affairs.”

“Then why did you say it?”

Uncle Gong shrugged and began to read his book, “The Arrogant Son-in-law in the City: Final Volume.”

Jiang Qin stretched, “Can I take her on a trip in a couple of days?”

“If the young mistress agrees, then it’s fine.”

“You guys aren’t looking after the little rich lady properly. She’s so gullible, if she meets a bad person, she could be easily deceived.”

Uncle Gong waved his hand, “You don’t understand, young master… gu gu gu.”

Jiang Qin was confused, “What was that?”

“Nothing, young master Jiang. I just saw a cuckoo and was playing with it. Where were we?”

“I was saying that you’re too laid-back in looking after the little rich lady. She could be fooled.”

“That’s impossible. Young Master Jiang, you don’t know. The young mistress is the smartest person in the world. She can tell who is good to her and who isn’t at a glance.”

Jiang Qin was puzzled.

Uncle Gong, about to give more examples of Feng Nanshu’s intelligence, suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. Turning around, he saw the young mistress standing in front of the car, staring at him with her little serious face.

“Young Master Jiang, let’s not talk anymore. I need to take the young mistress home,” Uncle Gong hurriedly stood up and opened the car door for Feng Nanshu.

As Jiang Qin watched them leave, he tried to ponder over Uncle Gong’s earlier statement. But before he could think further, the black Bentley quickly returned.

The window rolled down, revealing Uncle Gong’s serious face.

Honestly, Jiang Qin had known Uncle Gong for a while and had always seen him smiling, but he had never seen such a serious expression on his face. This made Jiang Qin’s expression grow solemn.

“Uncle Gong, what happened?”

“Young Master Jiang, actually, our young mistress is not smart at all, and she’s very, very silly!”

“?”

After saying this, Uncle Gong raised the window and drove off hastily, leaving the Hongrong Homes.

Jiang Qin stood in the summer night’s breeze, disoriented for a long time before realizing.

Good grief, wasn’t this just the classic “protesting too much”? Uncle Gong had circled back just to say the young mistress wasn’t smart. It was obvious Uncle Gong was worried about his salary being docked!

But was the little rich lady really clever or not?

If you say she’s not clever, she still knows how to play dumb. But if you say she’s clever, isn’t this obvious overcompensation making her seem even sillier?

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