Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance

Once it gets to senior year, that’s what you call a mission.

"It’s not a big tech company, just a small firm." Cai Xiaoqing said awkwardly. "It’s not that exaggerated, that’s it, that’s it."

"Oh, a small firm."

"Small firms are fine too. As long as they dare to hire me, I’ll go."

"What do they do?"

"Clothing." Cai Xiaoqing wasn’t familiar with Banyu, because last time the class monitor had suggested she learn more about investing.

"Clothing—are you sure it’s really a company?"

"Where is it based?"

"Yuhang."

As soon as she said that, the roommates started chattering all at once. Instead it was Cai Xiaoqing who no longer needed to answer anything.

"What’s the company called? Can we find it online?"

"This..." Cai Xiaoqing thought for a bit, then fobbed them off. "Just a small firm, probably doesn’t even have a website."

In fact, it really did.

Jiang Nian had more money than he could spend, so he had someone build a company portal. While they were at it, they tossed in some "corporate culture" and put together new-hire training.

The training content, to put it bluntly, was just going there to collect money.

That was the corporate culture.

So the manager on the experience-store side had that bitter taste in his heart, like a concubine banished to the cold palace.

Of course, his bonuses kept going up.

The more it went like this, the more anxious he got.

He even suspected he must have pissed the boss off somehow. How could he be doing his job properly and still get ignored by the company?

....

The next day.

Jiang Nian woke up and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. He spaced out for a few seconds before remembering where he’d spent the night.

To be fair, he hadn’t actually been to that many places.

Mostly the company, the apartment, the studio, the dorm... all told, it was just a handful of spots.

Sleeping all over the place? No way.

He got up as quietly as he could, glanced at Li Qingrong still sleeping soundly, then slipped out of the room without a sound.

Up early, acting like nothing had happened.

Originally, Jiang Nian had wanted to linger a few more days. After all, Qingqing didn’t get a lot of free time, and it was easy enough for him to drive back and forth anyway.

But after last night, he changed his mind.

Better not break her.

Once every three days—no, make it five. All in all, over half a month he could still come over three times.

He went to the living room, stretched a bit. Then went into the bathroom and pulled open the little drawer under the vanity.

Inside was the toothbrush he’d used last time, and a dry towel sealed in a zip bag.

He washed up and went downstairs.

He didn’t have anywhere he especially wanted to wander, so he strolled a loop. After having breakfast, he casually packed some to go and headed back.

He had nothing better to do, so he scrolled through his phone.

Huang Fang, in a rare move, actually sent him a message. The content, though, was very down-to-earth—she asked about the shuttle bus schedule.

"The county’s schedule changed. I asked around and people said they don’t know."

Jiang Nian thought about it and remembered that Fangfang had gone to university in the Southwest. But he didn’t think much of it; Zhen Nan was also in the west.

Heading west, heading home.

The difference was, universities over there offered subsidies. Rumor had it tuition was low, and there was a lot of scholarship and grant money.

If you went to Zhen Nan, staying there meant you’d have to pay bride price.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Of course, Jiang Nian wasn’t some hardcore Zhen Nan hater. He actually wanted to pay a bride price himself; he just never got the chance.

"I’ll ask around for you."

"Fangfang, are you going home?" Jiang Nian was curious and asked an extra question. "It’s still a long way from summer break, right?"

Huang Fang: "My dad’s sick."

Jiang Nian: "?"

He remembered a man with a hunched back, dark skin, graying hair, walking with a limp.

Her foster parents were pushing seventy.

Emperor Fangfang was just too formidable, like a little cannon shell. Scoring over six hundred, picking her own choices.

He’d almost forgotten she’d been picked up off the streets.

"Which hospital is he in?" Jiang Nian asked. If he could help, he would; it was an easy favor to do.

"We’re not going to the hospital." Huang Fang sent a few sighing emojis. "That’s why I have to go back."

No wonder.

Jiang Nian paused for a moment. "I’ll have someone drive you back. After you get off at the station, you still have to take a bus."

"No need, it’s fine." Huang Fang turned him down.

"When are you going back?"

"Tomorrow."

"Okay, I’ll ask around for you." Jiang Nian exited the chat, then opened the Zhen Nan local life group.

After he got the bus schedule, he sent out a little red packet.

"Thanks, boss."

Seeing the screen flood with sticker spam, Jiang Nian suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Right, he didn’t necessarily have to bother Old Jiang to drive.

If he just whipped up a "cousin," problem solved.

So he went back into the local life group and checked the member list to make sure his parents weren’t in there.

"Looking for a driver, requirements..."

On the other side.

Huang Fang wiped her tears and bought the ticket. Most of those tears had actually been shed for the high-speed rail fare.

Too expensive.

But the regular train took too long; she couldn’t afford the delay. By comparison, the city buses that came every fifteen minutes.

And the five shuttle buses a day. If she really couldn’t make those, she could still take the bus to the town.

She checked her ID card and packed two pieces of bread to eat on the way.

Once everything was confirmed, she felt a bit more at ease.

No matter how bad things got, you couldn’t let yourself lose your head. Once she got back, she’d naturally find a way to "fix up" her biological dad.

The thought made her feel faintly proud.

Bzzz!!

A message popped up on her phone; Jiang Nian had sent the bus schedule. He also asked her what time her ticket was for.

She thought for a moment and replied, "I can take the bus myself, really no need to trouble anyone."

After a while, Jiang Nian replied.

"I’ve got a cousin who’s going to Xiao Longtan Village tomorrow. He’s leaving with an empty car; I’ll have him give you a lift on the way."

"Cut the crap and just send me the details."

"Oh, oh." Huang Fang went along with it. Refusing too much would itself be a kind of offense. "Then thanks."

"Oh, and no need to buy fruit for my cousin." Jiang Nian said. "He just had surgery; the doctor said he can only have liquid food these two days."

"He’s not very talkative, just got out of prison."

Huang Fang: "..."

Talking shit about someone like that—was that really okay?

It wasn’t like she was stupid.

....

"You skipped the 8 a.m. class?"

"Hardcore."

In the classroom, Da Chao stuck up a thumbs-up. "Your Brother Nian really is hardcore. If you get caught, you’re done."

"They won’t necessarily do roll call, right?" Brother Bao Song asked.

"Guaranteed roll call."

Da Chao vowed solemnly, "They always do roll call on Mondays, that’s standard. If they don’t today, I’ll go to Chi Shi."

After a bit, the teacher started roll call.

Maybe to save trouble, this time they went from back to front, randomly picking some people. Da Chao and Fanzi both got called.

Even Brother Bao Song didn’t escape in the end.

"Huh?"

"That’s it?" Da Chao stared, completely dumbfounded. "Wait, how the hell is that reasonable?"

In the front row, Deng Yi turned her head.

"Chao."

"Stop mooching food and drinks off people everywhere."

Da Chao: "???"

Jiang Nian really hadn’t skipped the 8 a.m. class on purpose, but if you’ve just slept with the class monitor and can still drag yourself out of bed to go to an 8 a.m. class.

That’s truly this (thumbs up).

After ten in the morning, Li Qingrong woke up too. She groggily washed up and suddenly remembered it was Monday.

"Don’t you have class?"

"Can’t get up." He said with a straight face. "I finally got the chance; I want to spend a bit more time with you."

Hearing that, Li Qingrong hesitated a little.

"I..."

She turned back and glanced at the toothbrush, as if she were weighing something. Then she said something that needed to be fully censored.

Jiang Nian: "???"

He was a bit stunned. It wasn’t what she said, it was how the class monitor could say that kind of thing with such a calm face.

The contrast was way too strong; he just couldn’t keep it together.

"No, no, I meant keep you company." Jiang Nian said solemnly. "Literally, just ’keep you company.’"

Li Qingrong gave him a look and tilted her head slightly. Her gaze was a bit vacant, but she quickly shook her head and said,

"Don’t believe you."

Then she went into the kitchen to find something to eat. When she came out, she had a cup of milk in her hand and gave Jiang Nian a look.

"Last night, did you...?"

"Not bad, right."

Hearing that, Li Qingrong froze for a moment, as if trying to accept reality. Then she looked up, her expression complicated, and asked,

"So, you actually can...?"

"Nothing like that." Jiang Nian got guilty—how could he admit it? "Ahem, let’s talk about it some other time."

"Mm."

Li Qingrong nodded and went to tidy up the room. After a while, while she was carrying the sheets out,

she suddenly turned her head to look at him.

"Don’t you dare have designs on my sister."