Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

TL: Etude

In the early morning, sunlight slanted through the window, casting its glow on the head of the bed.

Jiang Qin suddenly opened his eyes and rushed out of his room to the bathroom. After squatting on the toilet for three minutes, he stood up, dazed, his face a picture of confusion.

Damn it, he had forgotten that he had been reborn. The problem of waking up with a stomachache was long gone.

But since he was already up, there was no point in going back to sleep.

After freshening up and hanging up his towel, Jiang Qin took his bicycle out of the storage room downstairs and headed to the Jizhou City Library.

Upon reaching the second floor of the library, he immediately spotted Feng Nanshu.

Dressed in a black and white checkered skirt, her long hair cascading down to her waist, her eyes bright and clear, she stood on tiptoes, searching for a book on the shelf. Her posture, leaning slightly forward, highlighted her slender waist and the graceful curves of her body.

“What are you looking for?”

“I want that book.”

Feng Nanshu turned to glance at him, her delicate finger pointing towards a row of books above.

Jiang Qin walked over, helped her retrieve the book, and then the two returned to their familiar corner, settling into their usual seats.

Feng Nanshu then opened her small leather bag, pulled out an Industrial and Commercial Bank card, and placed it squarely in front of him.

“Here, take it!”

Truth be told, Jiang Qin felt a bit embarrassed.

A thirty-eight-year-old man borrowing money from an eighteen-year-old girl, it was hardly something to be proud of.

Moreover, the fact that Feng Nanshu had taken out the card without waiting for him to ask indicated that she had been thinking about it all along.

This was somewhat touching.

Jiang Qin picked up the bank card, pinched it between his fingers, still finding the situation somewhat surreal.

Was it really this easy to borrow money?

He remembered the time, 16 years ago, when he was wrongfully dismissed and struggled to borrow money for rent, facing many rejections. While it wasn’t exactly a traumatic experience, it certainly wasn’t pleasant.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Uh… what’s the PIN?”

“Six eights.”

The simplicity of a wealthy person’s bank card PIN amused Jiang Qin. He pocketed the card, patting his pocket to reassure himself of its presence.

He wanted to ask how much money was in the card, but hesitated and decided not to, feeling it might be impolite and overly purpose-driven.

Well, whatever amount it was, it was what it was.

He assumed it probably contained Feng Nanshu’s New Year’s money or allowance, maybe around eighty or ninety thousand at most, or perhaps even less.

His plan was to use this money to speculate for a month, hoping to double it, and then buy a dilapidated house in a prosperous area to make a profit from the demolition compensation.

Then he would return the money to Feng Nanshu and see how much was left before starting his real business plan.

“You got a bank card so young?”

“It’s not mine.” Feng Nanshu spoke calmly.

Jiang Qin, who had asked casually, was stunned by her response and then widened his eyes in shock. “If this card isn’t yours, whose is it?”

Feng Nanshu lifted her clear eyes. “I stole it from my dad.”

“You stole your dad’s money to give to me?”

“Isn’t that… okay?”

Feng Nanshu looked a bit puzzled, as if unsure whether her actions were right or wrong, and thus she left the question to Jiang Qin.

Jiang Qin was completely baffled.

What kind of relationship would lead a young girl to steal her father’s money to spend on someone else?

Boyfriend? Fiancé? Husband?

Other than these possibilities, he couldn’t think of anything else.

The key issue was that Jiang Qin wasn’t really close to Feng Nanshu. Even though they were schoolmates, they weren’t in the same class. Despite spending the past few days reading and snacking together, they hadn’t spoken much. The money felt uncomfortably hot in his hands.

After much hesitation, Jiang Qin reluctantly took the card out of his pocket and returned it to Feng Nanshu.

He desperately needed money, as without it he couldn’t accomplish anything. But to entice a naive young girl to steal from her family? That was beyond his moral compass.

“You’re not borrowing it?” Feng Nanshu seemed puzzled.

“I don’t want you to get scolded at home, let’s forget it.”

Feng Nanshu shook her head coolly: “It won’t happen. My dad has many cards. He won’t notice one missing.”

Still, Jiang Qin refused: “If it was your money, I would borrow it. But taking without asking is stealing.”

“Will you return it?”

“Of course, I will.”

“Then it’s a loan,” Feng Nanshu asserted confidently.

Hearing this, Jiang Qin hesitated.

At that moment, it was as if a little devil on his left shoulder was urging him to accept the offer, reasoning that as long as he replenished the money before it was discovered, it wouldn’t matter. After all, he wasn’t planning to abscond with the funds.

Jiang Qin, Jiang Qin, have you forgotten the regrets of your past life? The world’s rules are simple: the bold thrive, the timid starve.

Besides, borrowing isn’t stealing. It’s legitimate, and it doesn’t conflict with your moral standards.

Convinced by his own arguments, Jiang Qin picked up the card again and went with Feng Nanshu to the bank.

Since Feng Nanshu didn’t know how much money was in the account – her cluelessness was baffling – Jiang Qin felt it necessary for her, as the lender, to know the exact amount.

But what was this girl really thinking? Wasn’t she afraid he’d deceive her? Claim there was only fifty thousand when there was a hundred thousand, or thirty thousand when there was fifty, and secretly withdraw the rest, leaving her with nowhere to turn?

At the bank, Jiang Qin’s poverty-limited imagination was blown away.

Five or ten thousand? 1234567…

He couldn’t even count the digits in the account!

Jiang Qin’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Feng Nanshu, thinking how the wealthy truly don’t consider money as important.

More than six million in one bank card, with such a simple PIN? What if it got lost?

Feng Nanshu, staring at the screen, pointed expressionlessly at the string of numbers.

“Wow, you have a lot of money.”

“???????”

After returning from the bank, Jiang Qin sat silently at his desk, feeling that today’s experience was even more absurd than being reborn.

But no matter what, his first pot of gold seemed to be effortlessly secured. He didn’t even need to be overly cautious in starting his business. He could go all out.

Buy a rundown property, wait for demolition, invest in stocks, and then engage in some real business. Starting a business couldn’t be simpler.

Just then, Feng Nanshu, who had been quietly reading, looked at him with clear eyes, seemingly wanting to say something.

“What’s up?” Jiang Qin asked, coming back to his senses.

“I want to be friends with you. I hope you won’t be ungrateful,” Feng Nanshu said seriously.

“?????”

Jiang Qin was full of question marks, unable to grasp what was happening.

Then he noticed the title of the book he had helped Feng Nanshu pick — “How to Make Good Friends Quickly and Effectively.”

Jiang Qin’s brain froze for a moment. Looking again at the somewhat nervous Feng Nanshu, he had an epiphany and realized the situation.

Who the hell spread the rumor that she was aloof? This girl was clearly a natural airhead with social anxiety!

“Actually… we are already friends.”

“So, when will you take me out to play?”

“…”

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