Chapter 8: Finally Hooked a Rich Woman

Back in the day, when Elder Tang returned from his scripture-fetching journey, he became a sensation across the land.

Later, through an introduction, he met a 49-year-old wealthy female demoness—a fated calamity he couldn't escape.

After that, Elder Tang didn't choose to keep spreading Buddhist teachings. Instead, he resolutely married her, becoming a live-in son-in-law extraordinaire.

Now, he owns an entire street in the capital, a stark contrast to his over-60 ex-predecessor, still schlepping around singing for gigs.

What's a glamorous transformation?

This is a glamorous transformation!

But how does one pull off such a dazzling makeover?

The author listed a few conditions in the book, and the most crucial one was looks.

Plain and simple: you've got to be good-looking to even have a shot at a happy start with a rich woman. It's the entry ticket—can't get through the door, no point dreaming about what's next.

Plus, you need a solid physique—tough enough to handle the "rich lady happy hammer" and "rich lady happy ball," with stamina like a Nanfu Power Ring, locking in more juice, one segment outlasting six!

Of course, the book only covered the first half. The rest was Jiang Qin's own analysis.

Jiang Qin dove deep into it, getting so caught up that he stretched his legs too far and accidentally kicked the smooth, jade-like calf across from him.

Realizing his rude slip, he immediately looked up, only to see the cool-headed girl quietly pull her leg back, acting like nothing happened, not even lowering the book shielding her face.

"Sorry, I got too into the book. Didn't mean it."

"It's fine."

The girl didn't move the book, didn't look at him—just a faint, emotionless reply.

Jiang Qin didn't dwell on it, shifting his gaze back to his book. Twenty minutes later, he finished The Glamorous Transformation of the Third-Generation Tang Monk, gaining a decent grasp of the basics for hooking a rich woman.

But the problem was—where do you find one?

He'd just scoured the entire shelf and still hadn't found the legendary National Rich Women Contact List.

Without meeting a rich woman, weren't these tricks just a waste of time?

Jiang Qin felt a pang of disappointment, closed the book, stood up, pushed his chair back, and started heading out.

Right then, Feng Nanshu suddenly lowered her book, her clear eyes locking onto him. She picked up the sign from the right side of the table and placed it in front of him.

[Please return borrowed books to their original place before leaving]

Jiang Qin's eyes skimmed the sign, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and he left without a word.

Watching his retreating figure, Feng Nanshu's lashes trembled, a flicker of dimness passing through her eyes.

But she didn't say anything—just quietly set her book down, stepped lightly to the other side of the table, and began gathering Jiang Qin's scattered books to return them to their spots.

As she picked up the last one, footsteps sounded behind her, followed by Jiang Qin's voice.

"I wasn't leaving—just thirsty. Went to grab some water."

"Oh, and sorry again for kicking you earlier. Here's a drink as an apology."

Jiang Qin twisted open a bottle of Qoo fruit juice and slid it over to her side.

Back then, this drink was all the rage—Sprite was nothing next to it. No idea why it fizzled out later.

But Feng Nanshu didn't take it. She froze like a statue, not speaking, not moving.

Finally, she clenched her fists, head lowered, returned to her side, and raised her book high, hiding her delicate face again.

Jiang Qin found it baffling.

I didn't act like a creep, right?

What I did was pretty gentlemanly, no?

So why's this aloof goddess acting so tense?

He didn't overthink it, chalking it up to her icy nature, and sat back down to start the next book.

Three minutes later, from the corner of his eye, he caught a slender, pale hand sneak out from behind Peggy Sue, the Magic-Eye Girl, grab the Qoo bottle, and slip back quietly.

Over the next few days, Jiang Qin came to the library whenever he had time, always running into Feng Nanshu.

It became an unspoken routine—they'd sit at the same table, face-to-face, neither speaking, just buried in their books.

But Jiang Qin never showed up empty-handed.

Sometimes he'd bring snacks—Little Bear biscuits, salt-and-pepper popcorn, shrimp chips—split them in two, and push half to Feng Nanshu.

After a couple times, she started bringing snacks too.

Macarons, truffle chocolates, Jenny's cookies—always placed closer to Jiang Qin's side.

Though they barely exchanged words, their taste buds did the talking, building a quiet rapport.

In that time, Jiang Qin finished Rich Women Files and Gentlemanly Details, while Feng Nanshu polished off The Blue Dog Era and Magic Zoo.

June 13th, the sixth day of summer break.

Jiang Qin closed his last book on rich women, rested his hands on the table, propped up his chin, and let his gaze deepen.

"There's a golden house in books, and beauties too."

He'd looked it up online—not Lu Xun's words, but Zhao Heng's, the third Song Dynasty emperor, from An Exhortation to Learning.

But Jiang Qin felt he'd only gotten it half right.

There was a beauty in books—like Feng Nanshu across from him, a feast for the eyes no matter how you looked at it.

But a golden house? At least he hadn't found one.

His gaze drifted to Feng Nanshu, nibbling shrimp chips like a hamster.

She no longer hid her whole face behind a book, but that cool detachment in her eyes hadn't changed, nor had her urge to chat.

Wait a sec…

A winged black sedan?

A driver and bodyguard for school runs?

Macarons, Jenny's cookies, truffle chocolates…

Jiang Qin's eyes widened slightly. My brain's been on vacation! He'd been racking his mind on how to meet a rich woman, forgetting the one sitting right in front of him!

Just then, Feng Nanshu noticed his stare. She stiffened, slowly setting the shrimp chip she'd picked up back into the bag.

"Didn't say you can't eat. Keep going."

"Oh."

She picked it up again, popped it in her mouth, but seeing Jiang Qin still staring, her eyes grew puzzled.

"Classmate Feng, could I borrow some money from you?"

Jiang Qin straightened up, trying to look as sincere as possible.

Without enough startup cash, all his ideas were dead ends. He'd even been mulling bank loans lately. If he was borrowing anyway, what's the real difference between a bank and a classmate?

Sure, asking a girl he'd just met—even a rich one—for money was a long shot. But business folks always swing for it, dates or no dates, right?

Feng Nanshu blinked in confusion, paused, then silently unhooked the black leather bag from her chair, pulled out a pink metal-clasp wallet, and slapped it on the table.

Jiang Qin was thrown off. That move screams rich woman, no doubt. But he didn't mean a few hundred—he meant a lot.

"I want to borrow a bit more."

"How much?"

He almost blurted a number but hesitated—too much might scare her, too little wouldn't cut it. "How about this: lend me whatever you've got. I'll pay you back soon, promise I won't skip town with it."

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

"…"

Jiang Qin was floored again. Since when is borrowing money this easy? Am I still in the same reborn world?