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Jiang Suihua was going out with her friends to sing karaoke this afternoon.
Jiang Yichen was afraid his older sister might have stomach problems while singing, so he had her bring down her thermos at noon.
Jiang Yichen took the thermos and told Jiang Suihua to wait. He would come back in half an hour, at 2 PM.
Jiang Suihua was curious where Jiang Yichen got the brown sugar ginger tea, but when she asked, he just smiled and didn’t say anything.
Regarding Professor Qin installing surveillance cameras in her apartment…
Jiang Yichen never expected it.
Otherwise, even if he had ten lives, he wouldn’t dare to have a dance party in Qin Ling’s kitchen and sing “Qin Ling, You Don’t Understand Love.”
Wasn’t that just repeatedly jumping around in Professor Qin’s minefield?
The wait for Professor Qin in the living room felt incredibly long.
It felt like a death row inmate awaiting execution.
Jiang Yichen sat in the living room with impeccable posture, head held high, in the standard military training sitting position.
1:30 PM.
Qin Ling parked her car in the academy’s parking lot.
Getting out, she strode towards the supermarket.
She bought a thermos.
A pair of men’s slippers.
After checking out, she carried her things towards the Faculty Apartments.
Knock knock knock…
The door knocked.
Jiang Yichen quickly went to open it.
Professor Qin today wore a black dress and pointed-toe high heels.
At 1.73 meters, Qin Ling was almost as tall as Jiang Yichen in high heels.
“Professor Qin,” Jiang Yichen greeted with a smile.
Qin Ling’s first words upon entering were: “I don’t understand love?”
“How could that be!” Jiang Yichen desperately explained: “I just, that, this, how should I say… um…”
Qin Ling stepped inside, without even changing her shoes first, patiently listening to Jiang Yichen struggle to find words.
“… ” Jiang Yichen exhausted his entire vocabulary, still unable to come up with a logical excuse, so he honestly apologized again: “Professor Qin, I’m sorry, don’t be angry.”
“What are you doing? Are you acting cute?”
“No, I’m apologizing.”
“Then why add a ‘ma’?” Qin Ling folded her arms, looking down at Jiang Yichen with a condescending air.
“… ” Jiang Yichen twitched his mouth. Acting cute? He, a 1.8-meter tall man, would act cute?
“Professor Qin, I’m sorry.” Jiang Yichen said seriously again.
“Eighteen hundred words, three weeks, six hundred words of review each week.” Qin Ling said.
“Professor Qin, do you think there’s room for negotiation? You yourself said you teach music, why write a review…”
Before Jiang Yichen could finish, Qin Ling interrupted: “I understand, you want to spend the next three weeks composing music?”
“I’ll write the review then.”
Composing music takes at least an hour.
But writing a review… six hundred words…
Jiang Yichen carefully compared the two. He could just copy it online, it would only take half an hour.
“Alright, you’re dismissed, get out.” Qin Ling said.
“Oh…” Jiang Yichen picked up the thermos on the table and prepared to leave.
“Wait.” Qin Ling took out a pair of men’s slippers from the bag in her hand and placed them on the shoe rack: “Wear these next time.”
“Next time?”
Jiang Yichen raised an eyebrow.
Professor Qin was treating him as a regular guest in her apartment? She even prepared slippers for him?
“Didn’t you say your sister also has dysmenorrhea? Will you come here next month to make brown sugar ginger tea for your sister?” Qin Ling asked.
“Next month?” Jiang Yichen was stunned. He hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“Hmm?”
“I think so.” Jiang Yichen nodded.
“That’s right, I just think it’s unseemly for you to walk around my house in socks.” Qin Ling explained.
“Um… okay.”
Jiang Yichen looked at Qin Ling suspiciously.
He felt like Qin Ling herself wanted to drink it…
Unfortunately, Professor Qin had a cold expression, and he couldn’t be sure.
But Professor Qin was still quite nice, letting him borrow her kitchen for free.
“What are you looking at?” Qin Ling raised her eyebrow. “Is there a problem?”
“No.” Jiang Yichen glanced at the bag in Qin Ling’s hand, but unfortunately, it wasn’t transparent, so he didn’t know what was inside.
“Is the kitchen cleaned up?” Qin Ling asked.
“Cleaned up.”
“Are the pots washed? Don’t leave any leftover brown sugar ginger tea.” Qin Ling continued.
“No leftovers, I poured it all out.”
“……” Qin Ling remained silent, only tightening her grip on the bag in her hand.
As he was about to leave, Jiang Yichen turned back to look at Qin Ling and couldn’t help but ask: “Professor Qin, does your stomach still hurt?”
“No.”
“Should I make you some brown sugar ginger tea?”
“No.”
“Okay, then Professor Qin, have you eaten?”
“No… I ate.”
“Oh.”
Jiang Yichen nodded thoughtfully.
Closing the door.
Qin Ling quickly rushed to the kitchen in her high heels to take a look.
As Jiang Yichen said, it was spotless, without a single crumb…
…
“Sis, here’s your thermos. Remember not to eat junk food when you go out, and don’t drink anything cold. If you want to drink something, drink this.”
“Got it, got it. Aren’t you coming out with me?”
“I’ll come over later tonight, you go ahead and have fun.”
“Okay then.”
“……”
Jiang Yichen gave a lot of instructions after handing over the thermos.
After Jiang Suihua left.
Jiang Yichen went to the small cafeteria.
He went to the flower clam noodle window and ordered a large bowl of flower clam noodles to go.
He asked for extra vinegar packets and a small bowl of extra cilantro.
While waiting for his food.
Jiang Yichen went to buy ginger and brown sugar outside the school.
This time he bought a lot, probably enough for the next two months.
When he returned.
He happened to meet Qin Ling downstairs from the Faculty Apartments.
“Professor Qin.” Jiang Yichen walked forward, carrying the flower clam noodles in his left hand and ginger and brown sugar in his right.
“?” Qin Ling was about to go to the small cafeteria to eat some noodles.
“Professor Qin, you haven’t had lunch yet, I bought these noodles for you.” Jiang Yichen said.
“I got you five packets of vinegar and a small bowl of cilantro.” Jiang Yichen continued.
“……” Qin Ling stared at Jiang Yichen.
This kid…
Why does he understand her so well?
Not only did he send her favorite flowers, but he even knew what she liked to eat.
“How did you know?” Qin Ling asked.
“Know what?”
“I saw it at the hospital last time.” Jiang Yichen explained.
“Take it back.”
“No, I already bought them.” Jiang Yichen said as he walked upstairs.
“Where are you going?” Qin Ling asked, watching his back.
“Your place.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“I have the key.” Jiang Yichen said.