Chapter 10: Stealing My Dad's Money to Spend on You

Early in the morning, the sunlight outside the window slanted and spilled onto the bedside.

Jiang Qin suddenly opened his eyes, got up, and rushed to the toilet. However, after squatting on the toilet for three minutes, he stood up, looking utterly confused.

Damn, he had forgotten that he had been reborn, and that habit of having diarrhea upon waking up was long gone.

But now that he was already up, there was no reason to go back to sleep.

Jiang Qin freshened up, hung the towel neatly, took out his bicycle from the storage room downstairs, and then headed to the Jizhou City Library.

Upon arriving on the library's second floor, he immediately spotted Feng Nanshu.

Today, this girl was wearing a black and white checkered dress, with long hair flowing down to her waist. Her clear and bright eyes were fixed on the bookshelves as she stood on her tiptoes to reach for a book. This posture made her slender waist extend gracefully, with her body slightly leaning forward, revealing her alluring and graceful curves.

"What are you looking for?" Jiang Qin asked.

"I want to read that book," Feng Nanshu replied, turning to give him a glance and pointing to the row of books above.

Jiang Qin walked over, took the book down for her, handed it to her, and then both of them returned to their familiar corner, sitting in their usual spots.

Next, Feng Nanshu opened her small purse and took out an Industrial and Commercial Bank card, placing it directly in front of him.

"It's for you!"

To be honest, Jiang Qin felt a bit embarrassed. A 38-year-old man borrowing money from an 18-year-old girl was quite unusual.

Moreover, the first thing Feng Nanshu did after sitting down was to take out the card, without even waiting for him to ask, indicating that she had been thinking about this matter all along.

This was somewhat touching.

Jiang Qin picked up the bank card, pinched it on the surface with his fingertips, and still felt that it was somewhat unreal.

Could he really borrow money like this?

He still remembered when he was laid off in 2016, he had borrowed money for rent everywhere and had been subjected to many disdainful looks. Although it couldn't be called a psychological shadow, that experience was definitely not pleasant for him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Um... what's the password?"

"Six eights."

done.me

The bank card password of rich people was really simple. Jiang Qin put the card in his pocket, patted it a couple of times to make sure he could feel the outline of the card through the fabric.

He had initially wanted to ask how much money was inside, but he hesitated to bring it up. He felt like asking such a question might be impolite and too goal-oriented.

Oh well, whatever is in there is in there.

It was probably the young lady's New Year's money or pocket money, at most around eighty to ninety thousand yuan, maybe even less.

He planned to use this money for some investments over the month, see if he could double it, and then buy an old run-down house in a bustling area to earn some demolition compensation.

Afterward, he would return the money to Feng Nanshu, see how much was left, and then start a real business plan.

"You got a bank card this early?" Jiang Qin asked casually.

"It's not mine," Feng Nanshu calmly replied.

Jiang Qin had asked casually, but when he heard her answer, he was stunned. Then, he widened his eyes, "This card isn't yours, then whose is it?"

Feng Nanshu raised her clear eyes, "I stole it from my dad."

"You stole your dad's money to spend on me?"

"Is that... okay?"

Feng Nanshu's expression seemed a bit confused, as if she wasn't sure if what she did was right, so she threw the question back at Jiang Qin.

Jiang Qin was truly at a loss.

What kind of relationship would make a young girl steal her dad's money to spend on someone?

Boyfriend? Fiancé? Husband?

Apart from these possibilities, he couldn't think of anything else.

But the key issue was that he and Feng Nanshu weren't really close. Even though they were in the same school, they weren't in the same class. While they had been reading books and eating snacks together these past few days, they hadn't exchanged many words. This money felt a bit hot to handle.

After much hesitation, Jiang Qin reluctantly took the card out of his pocket and returned it to Feng Nanshu.

He was indeed in need of money, as without it, he couldn't get anything done. However, a young girl who didn't know the ways of the world stealing money from her family? Was that even morally right?

"Aren't you going to borrow it?" Feng Nanshu looked puzzled.

"I'm afraid you'll get scolded at home; let's forget about it," Jiang Qin said.

Feng Nanshu shook her head calmly, "No, my dad has many cards; he won't notice one missing."

Jiang Qin still shook his head, "If it were your money, I would borrow it, but taking without asking is stealing."

"Will you repay it?"

"Of course, I will."

"If you'll repay, then it's borrowing," Feng Nanshu stated confidently.

Hearing this, Jiang Qin hesitated.

At this moment, it felt like there was a little voice on his left shoulder constantly encouraging him to accept the money. After all, as long as he paid it back before anyone found out, he wouldn't be running off with the money.

Jiang Qin, oh Jiang Qin, have you forgotten why you were so regretful in your previous life? This is how the world works – the brave get rewarded while the timid starve.

Moreover, borrowing money wasn't the same as stealing money. At least, it was morally justified, with no conflict with his own moral standards.

Jiang Qin convinced himself, picked up the card again, and took Feng Nanshu to the bank.

Since Feng Nanshu didn't know how much money was in the account and was thoroughly confused, Jiang Qin believed that as the debtor, she needed to know the exact amount.

On second thought, what was this girl thinking?

Wasn't he afraid that he would lie to her? Say it's 100,000 when it's 50,000, or say it's 30,000 when it's 20,000, and then reveal the concealed amount, leaving her with no place to cry?

But when they checked at the bank, Jiang Qin realized that poverty really limited his imagination.

Was he going to return 50,000 or 100,000?

1234567...

The number of digits was already too much for him to count!

Jiang Qin widened his eyes, looking at Feng Nanshu in disbelief, thinking, "You rich people really don't treat money as money, do you? Over 6 million in one bank card, with a password like six eights. What if you lose it? Isn't that a huge loss?"

Meanwhile, Feng Nanshu was looking at the screen. After a while, she raised her hand without expression and pointed to the string of numbers on the screen.

"Wow, you have so much money."

"??????"

After returning from the bank, Jiang Qin sat at his desk in silence, feeling like today's experience was even more absurd than his rebirth itself.

But no matter what, the matter of the first bucket of gold had been perfectly resolved. He didn't even need to be overly cautious in starting his business; he could go about it boldly.

Buying old, rundown houses for demolition, making a profit, investing in stocks, and even venturing into real industries—entrepreneurship seemed incredibly straightforward.

At this moment, Feng Nanshu suddenly put down the book she was holding and looked at him with clear eyes, as if she had something to say.

Jiang Qin snapped back to attention, asking, "What's up?"

"I want to be friends with you, and I hope you won't underestimate me," Feng Nanshu said seriously.

"??????"

Jiang Qin's face was full of question marks, and he couldn't quite grasp what was going on.

However, shortly afterward, he noticed the title of the book he had helped Feng Nanshu pick up – "How to Quickly and Effectively Make Good Friends."

Jiang Qin's mind stalled for a moment. He glanced at the somewhat nervous Feng Nanshu, then slapped his forehead, feeling that the situation suddenly became clear.

Who on earth spread rumors about her being aloof?

This girl was clearly naturally naive and had social anxiety!

"Well, actually... we are already friends."

"Then when can you take me out to play?"

"..."