Chapter 20: The Dazzling White Moonlight

Jiang Qin froze for a moment after hearing her, then pursed his lips.

You spend your days practicing piano or dancing, and your idea of fun is reading fantasy adventure novels. These past few days, I've taken you shopping, soaked in hot springs with you, and even swallowed my pride to ride a rocking car with you. Compared to that, it'd be weird if you didn't feel lonely now.

"Come on, pack up your stuff."

"Where are we going?"

"To the bar to watch the Olympics."

Feng Nanshu's eyes lit up instantly. She grabbed her small crossbody bag, neatly returned her book to the shelf, and followed him downstairs with quick, light steps.

It was still midday, and the bar wasn't even open yet. But as the person in charge, Jiang Qin could open it with a single word. Plus, with no customers around, it was perfect—Feng Nanshu, with her social anxiety, wouldn't feel too nervous.

Jiang Qin led Feng Nanshu into the bar, pointed to a seat for her to sit obediently, then grabbed the "Open for Business" sign and stepped outside, placing it by the door.

Just then, four figures dashed across the street toward him.

Leading the pack was a chubby, dark-skinned kid, followed by a slick, high-quality pretty boy, and behind them, two girls with slanted backpacks.

"Godfather!"

"?????"

Jiang Qin looked up and saw Guo Zihang, Qin Ziang, Yu Shasha, and Wang Huiru. "What are you guys doing here?"

Guo Zihang, drenched in sweat from running, had a smug glint in his eyes. "I told them you're running this bar now, but no matter how I explained, they wouldn't believe me. So I brought them to see for themselves!"

Wang Huiru jumped in. "I didn't say I didn't believe you. I'm just here for the fun. It's Yu Shasha who didn't believe it."

"I didn't say I didn't believe it either! I'm here checking it out for Siqi!" Yu Shasha pouted, her eyes sizing Jiang Qin up. "Did you really spend three hundred thousand to rent this bar?"

"Don't listen to Guo Zihang's nonsense."

"See? I knew it. Where would you get three hundred thousand?"

Guo Zihang's face turned red instantly. "Bro Jiang, you told me yourself it was three hundred thousand!"

Jiang Qin spat at him. "I said three hundred twenty thousand, you little punk. Getting cocky, huh? Two grand isn't money to you? You dare round it off?"

"Oh, right, it's three hundred twenty thousand!"

Hearing this, Qin Ziang, who'd been silent, suddenly paled.

That was a close one. Thank God it was Yu Shasha who spoke up, not him, or that slap would've landed square on his face.

Yu Shasha, meanwhile, genuinely felt like she'd been slapped. She stammered for a bit, unable to find her next words.

But Jiang Qin didn't care.

He was an adult—why bother getting petty with a bunch of kids?

He set up the chalkboard, opened the door, and let the four of them in, telling them to sit wherever. Then he turned on the four TVs positioned in the middle of the bar.

Honestly, a bar was perfect for small gatherings like this. It had the vibe, and the drinks were endless.

Watching a diving match or ping-pong game here, with cheers ringing in your ears, was way more exciting than sitting at home alone.

Yu Shasha and Wang Huiru, first-timers at a bar, stepped in cautiously, half-expecting some gaudy weirdos to pop out. But seeing it empty, they relaxed instantly.

Qin Ziang, meanwhile, smirked at Jiang Qin's back. Enjoy your moment, punk. When I get home, I'll beg my dad to snag a bar too. I'll steal your idea and make bank—how's that feel?

But just then, he heard Yu Shasha let out a stunned "Holy crap."

Curious, he followed her gaze—and froze.

In the southwest corner of the bar, Feng Nanshu sat calmly, hands resting on her knees, her eyes exuding a cool, detached air.

Chengnan High's white moonlight—the untouchable, silent goddess.

What was she doing in a bar?

A rich heiress like her belonged at galas or banquets, not here. The dissonance was jarring.

Qin Ziang thought he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes hard, losing three eyelashes in the process, but Feng Nanshu was still there, very much real.

"What do you guys want to drink? Beer? The bartender's not here, and I don't know how to mix anything else."

Jiang Qin's voice snapped Yu Shasha and Qin Ziang out of their daze.

Their minds still foggy, they didn't quite catch what he'd asked and just mumbled "uh-huh" in response.

"I'll have beer too," Feng Nanshu suddenly raised her hand, showing the graciousness and adaptability of a high-society lady. True heiresses were like that—open to everything, never demanding extras, always projecting kindness.

Jiang Qin glanced back at her. "No way. You can't have beer. You're stuck with Wahaha."

"…"

Guo Zihang, who'd just circled in from outside the bar counter, spotted Feng Nanshu and stammered, "Bro Jiang, what… what's going on? Why's Feng Nanshu here?"

Jiang Qin kept a straight face. "We're good friends."

"But Feng Nanshu doesn't have friends! She doesn't even talk to people!"

"Alright, you got me. She's actually after my body!"

"?????"

Jiang Qin ignored Guo Zihang and turned to Wang Huiru, who'd quietly followed. "Can you handle beer?"

Wang Huiru nodded, stealing a glance at Feng Nanshu. "Last time I saw you two shopping, you were pinching her cheeks. Are you really not dating?"

"Dating? Even dogs don't bother with that crap."

"?????"

Jiang Qin handed the beer to Guo Zihang with a look. "Go, take it to Qin Ziang."

Guo Zihang took it, inspecting it reluctantly. "It's got foreign writing—is this imported beer? He's not worth it!"

"What bar has real stuff? It's watered down—perfect for him. That dumbass can't tell the difference."

"Godfather, you're brilliant!"

Guo Zihang gleefully carried the beer over, set it in front of Qin Ziang, and even opened it for him. Qin Ziang, thrown off by the sudden friendliness, took a sip and stayed quiet.

Meanwhile, Wang Huiru watched Jiang Qin bustle behind the counter, debating whether to bring up Chu Siqi. He'd told her not to bother him with that, but she couldn't resist.

"Jiang Qin."

"Hm?"

"Siqi didn't come because she's got a cold."

"Don't give a damn."

Jiang Qin handed her an opened beer, then stepped out from behind the counter to give Feng Nanshu a bottle of Wahaha.

And so, the group of four watched over an hour of men's singles badminton and mixed doubles in near silence.

Except for Jiang Qin, Feng Nanshu, and Guo Zihang, the others seemed weighed down by their thoughts. A white moonlight was a white moonlight—Feng Nanshu's presence was just too dazzling.

Qin Ziang bristled with resentment. How does a nobody like Jiang Qin get so close to someone as noble as Feng Nanshu?

Yu Shasha, meanwhile, scanned the bar, thinking about that three hundred thousand figure. Chu Siqi might regret this soon.

A guy like him—even she found him impressive. Who wouldn't regret letting him slip?

But regret wouldn't help her now. What girl wouldn't feel inferior next to Feng Nanshu?