Finally Landed a Rich Woman

Finally Landed a Rich Woman

Back then, Tang Monk returned from his pilgrimage and became famous across the country.

Later, through an introduction, he met a 49-year-old seductive demoness from a wealthy family. In the end, it was a trial ordained by fate, and he could not escape it.

After that, Tang Monk chose not to continue spreading Buddhist teachings. Instead, he decisively got married and became a live-in son-in-law.

Now, he owned an entire street in Jing City, a stark contrast to his predecessor, Tang Monk, who was still performing and singing for money in his sixties.

What was a magnificent transformation?

This was a magnificent transformation!

But how could one achieve such a magnificent transformation?

The author listed several conditions in the book, and the most important one was good looks.

To put it bluntly, you had to be handsome to have any chance of a beautiful beginning with a rich woman. It was like a ticket through the door—if you could not even get in, there was no point thinking about what came next.

You also needed a good body. You had to be durable enough to withstand a rich woman's pleasure nails and pleasure balls, and you had to last like a Nanfu Power Ring, locking in more power—one section stronger than six sections!

Of course, the book only covered the first half. Jiang Qin had analyzed everything after that himself.

Jiang Qin had gotten completely absorbed in it. Without realizing it, he got a little too excited and stretched his foot too far, accidentally kicking the pale, jade-smooth calf across from him.

Realizing his rude behavior, Jiang Qin immediately looked up. To his surprise, the aloof girl quietly pulled her leg back as if nothing had happened, not even moving the book in front of her.

"Sorry, I got too absorbed in my reading just now. I didn't mean to do it."

"It's fine."

The girl in front of him did not lower her book or look at him. She only gave a faint, emotionless reply.

Jiang Qin did not pay it much mind. He simply returned his attention to the book. Twenty minutes later, he reached the final page of The Magnificent Transformation of the Third-Generation Tang Monk and gained a basic understanding of the standard methods for landing a rich woman.

But where was he supposed to find a rich woman?

He had just searched the entire bookshelf, yet he had not found the legendary Contact Information for Rich Women Nationwide.

What was the point of learning all these methods if he could not meet a rich woman?

Feeling a little disappointed, Jiang Qin casually closed the book, stood up, pushed back his chair, and prepared to leave.

Just then, Feng Nanshu suddenly moved the book in front of her aside and looked at him with clear eyes. Then she picked up the sign on the right side of the desk and placed it in front of him.

Please return borrowed books to their original places before leaving.

Jiang Qin glanced at the sign, shrugged slightly, and still left without a word.

Watching his retreating figure, Feng Nanshu's lashes trembled, and a trace of disappointment flashed through her eyes.

However, she did not say anything. She merely put down her own book, quietly walked around to the other side of the table, and gathered up the books Jiang Qin had spread out, planning to return them to their places.

Just as Feng Nanshu finished putting away the last book, footsteps suddenly sounded behind her, followed by Jiang Qin's voice.

"I wasn't planning to leave. I was just thirsty, so I went to buy a bottle of water."

"Also, I'm really sorry for accidentally kicking you earlier. Let me treat you to a drink as an apology."

Jiang Qin twisted open the Koo Fruit Juice in his hand and pushed it to Feng Nanshu's side.

This drink had been incredibly popular back then. Sprite and the like were nothing compared to it, though for some reason, it later fell off hard.

But Feng Nanshu did not take it. She stood there stiffly as if petrified, neither speaking nor moving.

In the end, she clenched her fists, lowered her head, returned to her side of the table, and raised her book high again, hiding her delicate face.

Jiang Qin found it rather baffling.

I didn't act like a pervert just now, did I?

What I did was basically gentlemanly, wasn't it? So why did this icy beauty seem so nervous? Still, he did not think too much about it. He only assumed it was her aloof personality at work, then sat back down and continued reading the next book.

Three minutes later, Jiang Qin caught sight of a fair, slender hand quietly extending from behind Magic Eye Girl. It grabbed the bottle of Koo Fruit Juice and then quietly withdrew again.

Over the next few days, Jiang Qin came to the library whenever he had time, and every time, he ran into Feng Nanshu.

As if by unspoken agreement, the two always sat at the same table, facing each other. Yet neither of them spoke, each focusing on their own book.

However, Jiang Qin never came empty-handed.

Sometimes he brought snacks, such as bear biscuits, salt-and-pepper rice crackers, and shrimp chips. After splitting them into two portions, he would push the other half in front of Feng Nanshu.

After a time or two, Feng Nanshu began bringing snacks as well.

Macarons, truffle chocolates, Jenny Cookies—and every time, she placed them closer to Jiang Qin's side.

Though the two had no verbal interaction whatsoever, they did interact through their mouths, which counted as quite a bit of tacit understanding.

During this time, Jiang Qin finished Rich Woman Files and Gentleman Details, while Feng Nanshu finished Blue Dog Era and Magic Zoo.

June 13th, the sixth day of Summer Vacation.

Jiang Qin closed the last book about rich women, rested his chin on his hand, and his gaze gradually deepened.

"There are Golden Houses in books, and there are Jade Beauties in books."

He had looked it up online. This was not something Lu Xun had said. It was said by Zhao Heng, the third emperor of the Song Dynasty, and the original text was called Essay on Encouraging Learning.

But Jiang Qin felt he had only been half right.

There really were Jade Beauties in books—for example, Feng Nanshu, who was sitting across from him. The more he looked at her, the more pleasing she was to the eye.

But there were no Golden Houses in books. At least, he had not found one.

Jiang Qin could not help looking at Feng Nanshu, who was secretly munching on shrimp chips like a hamster.

She no longer used her book to completely hide her face, but the coldness in her eyes remained unchanged, and she still had almost no desire to speak.

Wait...

A black sedan with wings? A dedicated driver to pick her up and drop her off at school, with bodyguards accompanying her?

Macarons, Jenny Cookies, truffle chocolates...

Jiang Qin's eyes widened slightly. My brain must have short-circuited. I've been thinking about how to meet a rich woman, yet I forgot that the person sitting right in front of me is one! At the same time, Feng Nanshu suddenly noticed Jiang Qin staring at her. Her movements stiffened, and she slowly put the shrimp chip she had just picked up back into the bag.

"I didn't say you couldn't eat. Go ahead."

"Oh."

Feng Nanshu picked up the shrimp chip again and put it into her mouth, only to find Jiang Qin still staring at her. Her eyes gradually filled with confusion.

"Student Feng, can I borrow some money from you?"

Jiang Qin sat up straight, trying his best to make his expression look sincere.

Without enough startup capital, none of the possibilities he had considered would be possible. Otherwise, he would not have spent the past few days constantly thinking about bank loans. Since he was borrowing money either way, there was no essential difference between borrowing from a bank and borrowing from a classmate.

Of course, they had only just met. Even if she was a rich woman, she could not possibly lend him money just because he asked. But they could negotiate terms.

Didn't people in business always take a few swings first, whether there was anything to hit or not? Feng Nanshu blinked in confusion, then fell silent for a moment. She took the small black leather bag hanging from her chair, pulled out a pink wallet with a metal clasp, and placed it directly on the table.

Jiang Qin was completely thrown off. From that manner alone, she was definitely a rich woman, but the money he meant was not a few hundred—it was a lot.

"I want to borrow a bit more."

"How much?"

Jiang Qin had originally wanted to name a number directly, but he hesitated over how much to ask for. He felt that asking for too much would put her in a difficult position, while asking for too little would not be enough. "How about this? Lend me however much you have. But I'll pay you back soon, and I definitely won't run off with the money."

After thinking for a moment, Feng Nanshu nodded obediently. "Got it. I'll bring it tomorrow."

"..."

Jiang Qin was thrown off again. Since when was borrowing money this easy? Had he really been reborn into the same world as before?

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