Chapter 100 Chapter 100: if extra 50%
03
The streetlights on this road have been broken for who knows how long, and no one has come to fix them, making the whole road pitch black.
Jiang Mingxu carried his coat, casually draped over his shoulder. There was probably a construction site nearby; dry dust was blown everywhere by the wind, and every breath he took filled his mouth with the smell of earth.
The nights on Yushan Mountain are quiet. In the summer, there might be people seeking respite from the heat, but on cold nights like these, the streets are almost deserted.
Jiang Mingxu searched for a long time before finally finding a supermarket that was still open.
As I entered, the cashier, who was dozing off, mumbled "Welcome!" but when she looked up and saw who it was, she immediately fell silent.
Jiang Xuli paused, originally intending to grab some more food, but seeing this, she didn't go any further inside, only taking a bottle of mineral water from the nearest shelf.
"Bill, please."
The sound of the glass being poured was colder than the wind and snow outside. The shop assistant snapped back to reality and hurriedly made change, his attitude respectful.
She didn't dare to raise her head until the shop door slammed shut, and even then, she was still shaken.
With so much blood on that person's head, could he be some kind of desperado?
...
Jiang Mingxu had no idea that the shop assistant almost called the police.
After leaving the store, he found an empty park to treat his wound. A dozen meters away, he saw a figure lying on a wooden bench. In the dead of winter, with the cold wind blowing, the person was sleeping soundly on the bench, oblivious to the danger.
He glanced at it casually and walked a little further away, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water in his hand, and rinsed it directly onto the wound on his forehead.
The icy liquid stung like salt the moment it touched the wound. Jiang Mingsu didn't even blink, rinsing it haphazardly a few times. His short, stiff hair, soaked through, slid down his forehead, leaving only faint watermarks.
The group of people in the bar had seen him as a thorn in their side ever since he walked in. He tried to avoid them a few times, but they not only didn't back down, they went even further tonight.
Although Jiang Mingxu eventually beat them all to the ground, he was outnumbered and still took a hit in the chaos.
It seems this matter needs to be resolved.
Having made up his mind, Jiang Mingxu crushed the empty bottle and threw it into the trash can. Just as he was about to leave, he heard footsteps—what a coincidence, this secluded park was bustling tonight, and a dark figure sauntered in at the entrance.
He was a disheveled homeless man, dragging a tattered bag, staggering toward the bench.
Jiang Mingxu frowned and walked straight in the opposite direction.
But after taking only a few steps, he suddenly cursed and turned back abruptly.
He always hated meddling in other people's business, but in that brief glance earlier, even in the dim light of the night, he could tell that the undulating silhouette on the bench was clearly that of a girl.
Jin Ran felt like she was freezing to death in her sleep.
It must have been Jiang Mingxu who stole her blanket!
Filled with anger, she opened her eyes and saw Jiang Mingxu's magnified face. In her dazed state, she didn't even notice that Jiang Mingxu looked unusually young. She simply put her arms around his neck as usual and kissed him on the cheek.
"Stop it... honey."
Jiang Mingxu's pupils contracted.
The wind was biting cold. After chasing the homeless man away, he intended to wake him up, so he didn't take any precautions.
Realizing what was happening, his muscles tensed instantly, and he pushed the person away as if he had been branded with a hot iron.
He didn't stop pushing, and Jin Ran was pushed off the bench. She cried out in pain, but when she looked up, she gradually realized that something was wrong.
This wasn't their bedroom at all, but a desolate park with benches, withered trees, and a cold wind... It was completely empty, without a soul in sight, not even a ghost.
The Jiang Mingxu standing before him, though still bearing the same face, appeared significantly younger, probably only seventeen or eighteen years old. At this moment, he was staring at him with a gloomy expression, his eyes cold as if he wanted to kill.
Jin Ran: "???"
04
"You said you were my future..."
Jiang Mingxu paused, his tongue stuck on his palate, a hint of embarrassment in his expression.
As it turns out, her years as dean of students were not for nothing; after a brief moment of panic, Jin Ran quickly calmed down.
Although she didn't know why she was here or why she looked seventeen or eighteen, her nervousness eased the moment she saw Jiang Mingxu.
There was one kind of comfort—since Jiang Mingxu was there too, she wasn't alone.
What's more, this is Jiang Mingxu, who is seventeen years old! She has never seen her before!
Jin Ran was eager to try, and a smile appeared on her face, revealing an innocent and harmless expression: "Yes, I am your future wife."
The word "wife" was deliberately uttered with tenderness, and without exception, the boy's lewd expression grew even more smug.
Jin Ran secretly smiled to herself.
Jiang Mingxu, at seventeen, was surprisingly shy. She had never seen her like this before, and found it both novel and irresistible, wanting to tease her.
If it were Jiang Mingxu, who was in her thirties, she wouldn't even blush, let alone have a man raise an eyebrow. He might even take the initiative and leave her speechless.
Just as she was about to say something more, Jiang Mingxu frowned slightly and turned to leave.
Jin Ran didn't react for a moment, then jogged a few steps to catch up: "Jiang Mingxu! Where are you going?"
“According to Article 266 of the Criminal Law, fraud is an illegal and criminal act,” he stopped, his young and handsome face showing vigilance and threat. “I don’t know you, don’t follow me.”
Jin Ran, speechless after being caught off guard by the sudden legal provisions: "..."
No wonder he's a future business tycoon; he's so young yet already has such a strong sense of law!
But in the end, she still followed the big shot back to his temporary residence.
The process was a bit convoluted. In short, when she finally entered the room under Jiang Mingxu's murderous gaze, Jin Ran's thin wool sweater was soaked through with snow, hanging wetly on her body, radiating coldness from the inside out.
Achoo!
Jiang Mingxu paused in his steps.
Jin Ran didn't take it to heart—or rather, her attention was completely occupied by the scene before her.
She knew that Jiang Mingxu had a difficult time when he was young, so much so that after he succeeded, there were always stories circulating about Jiang Mingxu's perseverance in starting his business. But rumors and firsthand experience are two different things.
In the cramped room, a single bed was pressed against the wall, taking up almost half the space. Several storage boxes were stacked in the corner, filled with the owner's clothes and personal belongings.
In addition, there was a desk piled high with textbooks and scratch paper, clearly left behind by the owner when they left.
Without any spare slippers, Jin Ran had to walk in wearing her shoes. The floor was polished smooth and shiny, gleaming faintly in the dim light. Unlike the typical mess and grime of male dormitories, everything was meticulously organized, revealing the owner's serious attitude towards life in this not-so-spacious space.
Even the air smells of laundry detergent.
She couldn't help but think of Jiang Mingxu, who was thirty-five years old. He was equally organized, his shirts were ironed flat without any wrinkles, and he maintained a comfortable level of cleanliness in both his office and his study at home.
Thinking of this, she was a little dazed. Yesterday they were talking about having Japanese food together and sending some snacks to Jiang Xuli. Now that she had transmigrated, what would happen to him?
She didn't even dare to think about it further, always feeling that she couldn't bear that situation.
Suddenly, Jin Ran shivered. It turned out that the balcony window was open, and the cold wind was blowing in from outside, making her already soaked clothes cling even tighter to her skin, making her shiver.
All thoughts and emotions vanished. She couldn't help but shrink her neck, hugging herself and asking the boy opposite her for something: "Jiang Mingxu, do you have any clean clothes?"
Jiang Mingxu turned around.
The old, dim light in the stairwell was covered with a layer of grease that had accumulated over the years, making the light less bright. In this dim light, the boy's high nose cast a sharp shadow on his cheek, beneath which were his inexplicably tightly pursed lips.
Jin Ran was completely unaware of this.
Or perhaps for her, it was simply the most natural request.
She was simply asking her "husband" for a warm coat; she'd done this before, hadn't she? She was completely oblivious to how inappropriate her action was in this particular time and place.
The air was quiet for a long while, then Jin Ran sneezed again, and over there, Jiang Mingxu finally moved.
He silently walked to the tall stack of boxes, bent down, and rummaged through the neatly folded clothes for a long time before finally pulling out a sweater.
It was an old-fashioned sweater crocheted from wool, grayish-white, with an overly loose fit, and small pills of lint had formed on the collar and cuffs.
He paused slightly with his fingertips, then handed it to Jin Ran.
Jin Ran readily accepted the sweater, her first reaction being to examine it with considerable curiosity. Upon seeing this, Jiang Mingxu's gaze darkened, assuming she was disgusted by the old sweater. From the moment they met, the exquisite clothing this strange girl wore, along with her fair and delicate skin, were completely different from those of them who had grown up by the sea.
He didn't know who she was, but he was certain that she came from a good family.
He frowned, his tone becoming impatient: "Don't give it to me."
Upon hearing this, Jin Ran immediately hugged the clothes to her chest as if they were precious treasures: "Who said I wouldn't wear them?" She rolled her eyes, then suddenly raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Are you standing here to watch me change my clothes?"
"..."
Jiang Mingxu practically fled in panic.
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This if statement is something I wrote for fun, so it's not very precise. Please forgive me.
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