Chapter 770: Chapter 750: Heart-to-Heart Talk
By the time Luo Qianqian returned to the dorm, it was already evening. To prevent Qin Nuan from giving her the cold shoulder, she diligently bought food and drinks, returning to the dorm laden with bags and rolls of items.
As expected, Qin Nuan was in the dorm, still engrossed in reading a book, occasionally glancing at her phone with a worried expression on her face.
The others were nowhere to be seen, not in the dorm.
"Miss Nuannuan, your humble servant has returned," Luo Qianqian took a deep breath before entering the dorm.
Upon hearing Luo Qianqian’s voice, Qin Nuan hastily looked up to see Luo Qianqian with a fawning smile, holding a pile of tasty snacks, and her face lit up with joy. Then she put on a stern face, "You know to come back, huh?"
"Exactly, as your humble servant, fully aware of my deep sins, I bought some food for your enjoyment," Luo Qianqian put the food on the table and sat on Qin Nuan’s bed. "What’s wrong? You looked down earlier; did you have a fight with my brother?"
"Fight with him over what?" Qin Nuan rolled her eyes and glared at her ungrateful friend. "Where did you go? How dare you not return all night?"
Luo Qianqian blinked and was about to say something when she saw Zhang Yun enter with food. Seeing the table already laden with treats and Luo Qianqian sitting on Qin Nuan’s bed, she teased, "Oh, are you here to make amends?"
Luo Qianqian nodded repeatedly, "Exactly? Our Miss Nuannuan was unhappy, and she worried about me. I’m currently trying to appease her; I’m just short of breaking into a little song." Her eyes twinkled innocently.
Zhang Yun burst out laughing, "Then sing, let me listen too."
"How could I?" Qin Nuan disagreed, and seeing Zhang Yun’s slightly embarrassed expression, she chuckled, "We should call everyone else back too. We can’t keep such fun to ourselves."
She understood that some things she could know, but even Cong Rong and Luo Qianqian wouldn’t say a word, just began teasing effortlessly.
Zhang Yun laughed out loud, "Might as well record it and make it a ringtone for the phone, that would be great."
Qin Nuan nodded repeatedly in agreement, her face full of smiles, "I agree."
Luo Qianqian, seeing the two enjoying themselves, couldn’t bear to refuse and innocently hugged Qin Nuan’s pillow, "No scent of flowers, no height of trees, I am the little grass unknown to all..."
"Change the song."
"Geechi geechi geechi geechi, geechi geechi..."
"Change the song."
"Yaraso, that’s..."
"Instrumental."
"Woo woo ah ah ah ah ah oh ah um..."
"Somehow, I ignored my role in the show, forcing an impromptu performance from the one who loves you most..." Luo Qianqian looked innocently at Qin Nuan. Who could be like this? Changing songs is one thing, but you add instrumentals too...
"Hahaha, you guys are too funny," Zhang Yun laughed heartily, a happy look on her face, "Come on, let’s eat before it gets cold. I’ll call them to come back soon."
Qin Nuan helplessly nodded; what else could she do but postpone further discussions?
Luo Qianqian happily ate the delicious food, watching people hurriedly return, her eyes brimming with comfort.
No matter when, having friends around was always the most comfortable, even if it meant fighting over food, at least she knew everyone around her.
But were there any familiar faces in the organization?
Shi Bahao was not to be trusted either; perhaps the only gain was... Jimo Xiao?
"I’ve eaten too much; let’s go out and walk it off." Qin Nuan promptly pulled Luo Qianqian up, "It’s also a good chance to ask you something." Those who were about to leave also stopped in their tracks at Qin Nuan’s words.
"You two better not sneak out for snacks again, okay?"
Luo Qianqian slung her backpack over her shoulder, shook her head helplessly, and pointed at her belly, "Is there even room left there?"
Everyone laughed as Luo Qianqian followed Qin Nuan out the door.
After they left, Qin Nuan didn’t rush to ask questions but calmly led Luo Qianqian out of the school gates.
Luo Qianqian raised an eyebrow, "Are you planning to elope with me?"
"Not entirely, just felt it wasn’t good to be overheard by others." Qin Nuan smiled calmly, "Today is Sunday, I guess your adorable brother has already returned to school, so let’s go somewhere else to talk."
Luo Qianqian nodded helplessly.
Once inside the house, Luo Qianqian was surprised to see cross-stitch work on the table, "Is this what kids are into these days?"
"What are you talking about?" Qin Nuan rolled her eyes, "I just threw it there because I’ve been playing with it recently. Now, spill the beans."
Luo Qianqian sat down obediently, "What exactly do you want to know?"
"Ah? You have that many secrets?" Qin Nuan rolled her eyes again, sat down, and crossed her legs, "Better confess freely or resist strictly!"
"There are really a lot of secrets." Luo Qianqian nodded seriously, "And they’re the kind that doesn’t follow common sense."
After hearing Luo Qianqian, Qin Nuan frowned, "Does it have to do with gambling stones?"
Luo Qianqian touched her forehead, "Sort of."
"Does it also involve the Jimo family?" Qin Nuan continued to ask with a frown.
Luo Qianqian nodded, "It does."
Qin Nuan fell silent, her face turning serious, "So, is Jimo Cheng a deep pit?" A devouring family, far more terrifying than any mama’s boy or playboy... She dreaded to imagine what might happen if Luo Qianqian got trapped by the Jimo family, her face filled with worry.
"Him? He probably knows nothing..." Luo Qianqian shook her head helplessly, "What I’ve come to know these past few days has reset my understanding of the past twenty-some years."
"Have you seen a ghost?" Qin Nuan asked cautiously.
...Luo Qianqian looked at Qin Nuan speechlessly, but upon further reflection, wasn’t it quite similar?
Tentatively she asked, "Do you believe that a person in their sixties can look like they’re eighteen or nineteen?"
"Damn, if there’s such a thing, count me in!" Qin Nuan said without hesitation.
Luo Qianqian’s face expressed speechlessness. Was that a good thing? It seemed that Diwu Yan didn’t have many people by his side? Not asking, she didn’t know whether it was because his unchanged appearance over the years scared away those who once were by his side.
Observing the somewhat sad look on Luo Qianqian’s face, Qin Nuan frowned slightly, "Is there really such a thing?"
"Maybe even more, do you remember when I almost got crushed by a car?" Luo Qianqian sighed.
Qin Nuan was startled and nodded repeatedly, "The time you almost became the ghost under the car of a husband set up by his wife and mistress."
"...Can you not add so many modifiers? And also ’ghost under the car’... I’m still alive and well." Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes, "I survived that for a reason."
"Was your dad protecting you?" Qin Nuan interrupted, completely serious, "Uncle, if you’re listening, please also protect me well, I’m your daughter’s good friend..."
