Chapter 164: Kiss Jiang

Qin Jiang’s voice was hoarse, almost a whisper as he spoke. The knot of a thousand twists in his heart had long been the deepest secret he suppressed.

So much hatred swept through him.

So much regret, helplessness, and despair made it impossible for him to speak of that past.

Let alone personally telling Yan Liang, the woman he had betrayed in a past life, whom he had scorned, and who ultimately died for him.

Qin Jiang lowered his eyes, his voice constricted with a slight tremor, about to continue.

“Shh…”

“Jiang, you don’t have to say it.”

Yan Liang reached out and placed a finger directly on Qin Jiang’s lips. As the absolute ruler of the capital city and even the entire nation, she didn’t need Qin Jiang to confess anything or make things unnecessarily uncomfortable.

Perhaps her guess was absurd.

But judging by Qin Jiang’s expression and the changes in him recently, his transformation was enough for her to make a bold conjecture.

But she didn’t need to know that secret.

All she needed was for Qin Jiang to know that she could give him a home, and that she never regretted what she had given him.

Whatever he wanted, the Young Mistress could offer unconditionally.

Qin Jiang froze.

He wanted to say more, but when he opened his mouth the Young Mistress pressed her lips to his, silencing him. All the unspeakable secrets were dissolved by her tender, melancholy kiss.

After a long while.

“Jiang, Yanyan still wants more…”

…

Huajing University.

After Song Jie’s health improved, to help Qin Jiang he went to the university to temporarily handle the tasks Brother Jiang had called him to arrange. He was only there to coordinate the progress of some events.

The student union at Huajing University was like a small society. When Qin Jiang first took office he had been mocked for getting in through backdoor connections.

After all, Qin Jiang had been exceptionally chosen as “student union president” while only a freshman.

And that position was extremely delicate. Because the matters to handle were many and wide-ranging, it was generally assumed one had to be at least a third year student to be eligible for selection as president.

That requirement also implied the rotation of many terms of presidents.

Qin Jiang’s exceptional appointment was almost unprecedented.

At first, to secure his position, Qin Jiang also spent a long time using his strong work abilities to shut everyone up.

But now, because of the risqué scandal sweeping the campus.

Within the student union, many students who had harbored tacit objections to Qin Jiang began to stir.

Plus Qin Jiang had to attend to the JiangYan Group affairs and had little time to come to campus in person to handle matters.

The piled-up work had also made many members of the union dissatisfied.

“Oh, Song Jie… it’s you again doing things for Qin Jiang?”

“This president is incredible — the man himself doesn’t show up because he’s busy serving his sugar mummy and his body is too weak for him to come to school now?“

Zhao Cheng, the head of the student union’s secretary department, couldn’t help but lead the complaints.

He was now a senior in his fourth year, full of senior swagger, and had long been very dissatisfied that Qin Jiang, still a freshman, was qualified to sit in the president’s seat.

But up until now, he couldn’t catch Qin Jiang making any mistakes at work.

Now Qin Jiang repeatedly wasn’t handling matters in person.

He took the initiative to steer everyone to speculate about Qin Jiang, and for a time many people did indeed form a new opinion of him.

Yu Qian, working in the publicity department as an organizer, perked up at the news. Her delicate brows knit slightly as if she’d held it in for a long time before she couldn’t help but speak.

“Zhao Cheng, don’t talk nonsense — Chuchu is Qin Jiang’s white whale. Because that place in Qin Jiang’s heart is like a sacred salvation of life, that’s why she met… an accident…”

“Everyone knew our Chuchu was a pure, graceful, serene campus beauty pursued by all the boys. If not for Qin Jiang… how would Chuchu have had an accident…”

“Qin Jiang now, surely, is still devoting himself to serve that person so that Chuchu can live on properly.”

“Come to think of it, a president so lovesick, it’s fine if he doesn’t come for a while… sigh, I have no resistance to men who are passionately devoted…”

“If only Qin Jiang were devoted to me too…”