Chapter 1300: Chapter 860: Mopping the Floor_2
"So what are you guys doing tonight?"
"Nothing much," Qianqian yawned, "might go for a walk by Weiming Lake later."
"Sounds good, stay safe."
"Got it."
After finishing a phone call, he received a video call from Zhizhi. She and Beibei were walking around campus.
"Where are you headed?" he asked.
"I heard they opened a new coconut chicken place in the North District, we’re going to check it out!"
"Is it good?" Jiang Nian’s lips curved into a smile, the sweet girls brightened his mood, "I’ll join next time."
"It’s supposed to be okay, but it’s usually crowded," Zhang Ningzhi said, "Too bad you’re not here."
Not too big a loss.
Jiang Nian chatted for a bit and hung up the video call. He continued to reply to other messages intermittently.
Li Qingrong felt indifferent about New Year’s Eve, but still got dragged out by Li Lanying, who brought Cai Xiaoqing along.
In the group photo.
The class monitor maintained a cool demeanor, Li Lanying flashed a brilliant victory sign, and Cai Xiaoqing forced a smile.
Fun.
Chen Yunyun and her group also went out; she hadn’t fully recovered from her cold, wrapped like a big rice dumpling.
She and Wang Yuhe found a place for late-night snacks.
Xu Shuang didn’t care about celebrating the New Year. Upon asking Zhao Yiqiu, he sent back two photos.
Zhao Yiqiu looked numb, while Xu Shuang on the opposite side was giving a lecture.
"I’m going to die."
Jiang Nian: "(Thumbs up) Focus on your studies."
Zhao Yiqiu: "..."
Putting down his phone, Jiang Nian initially planned to rest. Suddenly, the phone buzzed with a new message.
Yu Zhiyi sent a photo of a tree wrapped in colorful lights.
"Happy New Year!"
Jiang Nian: "OK."
Yu Zhiyi: "...."
"You’re so perfunctory," she was a bit speechless, but still asked, "Where are you celebrating New Year?"
"Yuhang, work."
Yu Zhiyi: "???"
"Are you alone?"
"Yeah."
"Oh~~." Yu Zhiyi didn’t reply further, but sent some selfies, thinking he probably wouldn’t look.
Because there was no cleavage.
As expected, after a while.
Yu Zhiyi: "How do you think my white outfit looks?"
Jiang Nian: "It’s fine, quite pretty."
Yu Zhiyi: "(Angry)!! I’m wearing blue!!"
...
On New Year’s Eve, amid the hustle and bustle, Jiang Nian kept busy, single-handedly managing product selection and design work.
He worked through the night without sleeping, continuously for sixteen hours.
Though called design, it was more like assembling clothes. From the factory’s or self-built template libraries, making modifications.
Minimalist style doesn’t involve much design, just improvement and optimization.
In the morning, he squeezed in time for interviews. Hired two for operations, but couldn’t find anyone for procurement.
Had to temporarily assign Zhang Wei to double up.
"No problem, boss!" Zhang Wei just agreed, then glanced at the door, seemingly expecting something.
"Who’s coming?" Jiang Nian asked.
"I don’t know."
Jiang Nian: "???"
"I came alone." He felt a bit speechless, "For now, you’ll have to work a bit harder."
"Alright." Zhang Wei agreed, more work, more pay.
In terms of money, young bosses are indeed generous; he’d avoid working in mom-and-pop shops in the future!
After New Year’s, Jiang Nian tackled two issues. One was trademark implementation, the other was store upgrade.
Now, the challenges he faced included semester finals, aiming to pass, as retakes waste time.
Secondly, Chinese New Year.....
He dreaded the New Year, especially recent months, delved into multiple relationships.
Hmm, tackle it first.
Exam week arrived, Jiang Nian completed the public courses. He was exhausted, gave it his all for the exams.
After a brief rest, he sought out Qianqian.
"Where are you?"
"In the apartment," Qianqian replied, "You’ve been busy lately, when are you going home?"
"Hard to say."
Ending the call, Jiang Nian headed to the apartment. After knocking, waited for half a minute before seeing Qianqian.
The girl appeared sluggish, yawning.
"Why did you come over?"
"No reason, came to cook for you." Jiang Nian carried a bag of groceries, "When is Xiao Song coming back?"
"Tonight, has an exam."
"Alright." He separated the fruits, washed some for Qianqian, and stored the rest in the fridge.
"You go back to sleep; I’ll call you at mealtime."
"Oh."
Qianqian returned to her room, half-asleep for an hour. Woke up hungry, but Jiang Nian hadn’t called.
She got up, stepping out in cotton slippers.
"Hmm?"
The kitchen was quiet, no flames, soup aroma wafted in the living room.
Turning her head, Jiang Nian was asleep on the sofa.
Qianqian: "..."
This guy, always busy. Clearly lacking time, yet comes over to cook.
And now, exhausted and asleep.
Jiang Nian was truly tired, didn’t get a chance to recharge. Fell asleep hazily.
Waking up, it was already two in the afternoon.
"Damn?"
He saw Qianqian asleep beside the sofa. Half of the fruit had been eaten.
Jiang Nian: "...."
Qianqian also woke up, seeing him sitting on the couch, uttered randomly, "Hungry, let’s cook."
"Okay, why didn’t you call me earlier?"
"I fell asleep too."
Qianqian spoke, though she didn’t seem very hungry. She glanced at Jiang Nian, who was about to get up.
She also looked at the living room and the newly changed sofa cover.
"Never mind, I’m not really hungry."
"I’m hungry." Jiang Nian was speechless, "If you’re not hungry, I’ll whip up something simple."
"Okay, come over first." Qianqian beckoned with her hand.
Jiang Nian: "???"
He walked over, curious what she was up to. Before he could ask, she hooked him around the neck.
Then, exerting her weight, Qianqian pulled Jiang Nian down, both of them landing on the sofa.
"I have an idea."
"Hold on....." As Jiang Nian realized what was about to happen, he couldn’t help but feel a bit unsettled.
What’s going on at mealtime.
Before long, he changed his mind. Maybe because they were in the living room, Qianqian was unusually quick to get in the mood.
She became more proactive.
The sofa’s soft bounce provided a unique kind of experience as it pushed back during downward pressure.
Jiang Nian reached out and grasped her pale waist.
.....
Squeak.
"I’m back." Song Xiyun entered weakly, face worn-out, "Final exams were tough."
By now, it was evening, the living room lit brightly.
"Wash your hands, it’s time to eat." Jiang Nian emerged from the kitchen, hanging an apron on the wall.
Song Xiyun looked at the table full of dishes, momentarily stunned.
"Okay."
"Why so many dishes?" she asked while washing her hands in the kitchen, "Where’s Qianqian, why isn’t she out?"
"In the room sleeping."
"Alright then." Song Xiyun came out, glanced at the living room, felt something was off.
It seems... cleaner.
"Did you mop the floor this afternoon?" She was surprised since Qianqian wouldn’t mop due to lack of stamina.
Mopping the entire place would leave her breathless.
"Yeah, just something done in passing." Jiang Nian’s expression unchanged, although he felt a bit embarrassed.
Qianqian should’ve said something if it was too much for her.
Though he hadn’t paid much attention earlier, had thought she’d adapted, not expected she was exhausted.
"Let’s eat first." he said.
"Alright, I’ll go get her." Song Xiyun put her phone down, knocked on Qianqian’s door, then opened it.
After a while, Qianqian came out, still looking sleepy.
"How long did I sleep?"
"Over two hours." Jiang Nian coughed, "Really tired, after eating you can sleep some more."
"Aren’t you going to digest it?" Song Xiyun looked concerned.
"Not necessary, I’ll have some soup." In truth, Qianqian was still very tired, ate a bit and returned to her room.
Song Xiyun: "???"
She turned to Jiang Nian, curious, "Is Qianqian not feeling well, why so sleepy?"
"Cough..." Jiang Nian’s face remained unchanged, "Ask her later when she wakes up tonight."
