Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten-Chapter 115: Sister, Should I Go in Your Place?

Jiang Jingshi lowered her head, carefully scanning through the printed profile and the accompanying photo. She flipped through the pages of achievements, and suddenly, she couldn't hold back a chuckle.

She looked amused, as if she had just thought of something particularly entertaining. "I wonder how Qianqian will react when she finds out that the childhood engagement partner she’s been so reluctant to meet… is actually Lin Zhengran, the guy she’s been secretly paying attention to?"

Fang Meng admitted honestly, "To be honest, I really want to see her reaction too."

Jiang Jingshi held the documents in her hands and suddenly had an idea. "Hmm… I just thought of something interesting. Let’s see how this plays out."

She turned and walked out of the study. Fang Meng, not quite understanding her intentions, hurried after her.

Back in the living room, Jiang Jingshi raised the papers. "Grandpa, I’ve printed the documents. Qianqian, do you want to take a look?"

Jiang Qian, seated on the couch, barely reacted. She responded flatly, "Give it to me."

She extended her hand.

But just as Jiang Jingshi was about to pass the documents over, she suddenly withdrew them and, with a curious expression, turned to ask their grandfather,

"Wait a moment, Grandpa. I remember you telling me a long time ago that, originally, this engagement was supposed to be mine. It was only because he was born late that it got arranged for Qianqian instead, right?"

The elderly man sipped his tea and nodded. "Yes, that’s true. Back when my old comrade and I arranged this engagement, your mother had just found out she was pregnant with you. But at the time, my comrade’s son still hadn’t been born. It wasn’t until years later that they had a child, so we arranged for him to be betrothed to your sister instead."

Fang Meng had no idea where Jiang Jingshi was going with this.

Jiang Jingshi looked down at the photo again, recalling her interactions with Lin Zhengran at the town competition over the past couple of days. Her cheeks flushed slightly as a mischievous thought surfaced.

She asked, "Grandpa, this boy is only three years younger than me, right?"

"Four years. You’re twenty, he’s sixteen."

Jiang Jingshi clicked her tongue and corrected him, "What do you mean twenty? I’m nineteen. My birthday is in November."

Grandfather sighed. "Fine, fine, you’re nineteen. That means you’re three years apart."

"Right, a three-year age gap isn’t that much. Older-sister-younger-brother relationships are pretty popular these days. How about this, Grandpa—if Qianqian doesn’t want to meet him, how about I do it instead? I’ll go on the blind date."

Grandfather stared at her in shock. "You’ll go?"

Jiang Qian remained expressionless. Though she wasn’t sure what her sister was thinking, she just felt relieved.

But she failed to notice Fang Meng’s eyes widening in disbelief. "Miss Jiang, you—!"

Jiang Jingshi turned to look at her, pressed a finger to her lips, and hushed her. Fang Meng immediately shut her mouth.

Jiang Jingshi then continued, "Grandpa, what do you think? A meeting is a meeting, right? If Qianqian isn’t interested, I am."

"Well… that’s true." Grandfather glanced at Jiang Qian. "But you should ask Qianqian first. After all, the engagement was arranged for her."

"Nonsense," Jiang Jingshi corrected with a playful pout. "Didn’t you just say it was originally meant for me?"

"Oh, right. I meant that he was born too late, so we gave him to Qianqian instead. If she doesn’t want to meet him and you do, I suppose that works too. After all, you’re both outstanding girls."

Jiang Jingshi bit her lip, clearly pleased with herself. She gracefully took a seat next to her sister and asked softly,

"Qianqian, what do you think? Do you want to meet him yourself, or should I go in your place?"

Jiang Qian, freed from an obligation she had no interest in, calmly picked up her tea and took a sip. "If you want to go, then go. I was never interested in this in the first place."

Jiang Jingshi narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure? Really sure? Just to be safe, I’ll ask two more times. You’re really giving him to me?"

Jiang Qian remained indifferent. "Yes, I’m sure."

At this point, Fang Meng couldn’t help but interject, "Qianqian… I’d advise you to reconsider because—" She glanced at Jiang Jingshi, then rephrased her words carefully.

"Because I think meeting him wouldn’t hurt. At least take a look at his profile first. You might actually find him interesting."

Jiang Qian stared at her tea, thinking back to everything about Lin Zhengran in recent days.

She had never thought about who she might marry in the future. She had never even considered liking someone.

Her focus had always been on the Jiang family, constantly thinking about how she would grow up to make the family even stronger.

If she were to ever care about someone, Lin Zhengran was the only possibility.

He was not only exceptionally talented but also had a personality that perfectly complemented hers.

But love was nothing more than a distraction from progress. Books often said that falling in love made people stagnant, and only after a breakup did they soar forward again.

She couldn’t imagine herself relying on a boy, much less being in his arms. Just the thought of it felt ridiculous and dull.

That was valuable study time wasted. Hugging a boy? That’s the time it takes to turn a page of a book—gone.

Kissing? That’s two pages wasted.

Besides, kissing didn’t even seem sanitary. Why did kissing even exist? Lips were for eating, weren’t they?

She knew she didn’t have romantic feelings for Lin Zhengran. She was just extremely curious about why he was so strong.

So, if she couldn’t even like him, someone she admired yet could never surpass, then she figured she would probably never like anyone.

Or marry anyone.

Jiang Qian took another sip of tea.

Of course, at this moment, she had no idea just how flawed her logic was.

After all, people cannot understand things they have never experienced—just like how you can’t earn money beyond your level of knowledge.

Jiang Jingshi asked once more, "Qianqian, are you absolutely sure you’re giving this boy to me?"

Jiang Qian nodded slowly. "Yes. No matter how many times you ask, my answer won’t change. I’m not interested in blind dates."

Jiang Jingshi’s lips curled into a smile, her gaze softening as she looked at the profile again. She recalled the moment she had her assistant investigate Lin Zhengran after their instant-noodle incident.

She had never expected that the boy who had once scolded her back then… would turn out to be Lin Zhengran.

"Thanks, Qianqian. Though, technically, 'thanks' isn’t quite right, since he was originally mine anyway."

Grandfather, having listened to their entire conversation, nodded in satisfaction. "Since that’s settled, then Jingshi will go instead. Either way, you’re both excellent."

Fang Meng glanced at Jiang Qian’s utterly zen-like expression and let out a sigh. I really hope she won’t regret this later…

She didn’t like seeing Jiang Qian let her curiosity cloud her judgment, but something told her that Jiang Qian was definitely going to regret it.

Meanwhile, Jiang Jingshi folded the profile documents neatly and tucked them away, looking forward to the upcoming blind date. "So, Grandpa, when’s the meeting scheduled?"

"Isn’t there a holiday next week? National Day. Let’s set it for the evening of the second day of the holiday. I’ll also inform his grandfather."

"Alright, let me check my schedule." Jiang Jingshi pulled out her phone and skimmed through her upcoming plans.

"Hmm… I have quite a few things to do this week. I’ll need to finish everything up in the next couple of days so I can free up a day for the date. And for the evening…"

She bit her lip in thought. "Should I go for a candlelight dinner? There are actually a lot of things I’d like to talk to him about. But… what should I wear for the date?"

She stood up. "Grandpa, I’m heading to my room to pick out an outfit. This is my first blind date, after all—I have to look my best."

Grandfather gave a slight nod, amused by how eager his granddaughter was. Girls really do change when they grow up. She’s actually excited about a blind date.

After finishing his tea, the elderly man stood up. "Well, since that’s settled, I’ll head to my room to rest. I’ll be staying here for the week. By the way, has my room been prepared?"

Fang Meng quickly replied, "Yes, Grandpa, everything’s been taken care of in advance."

"Good work, Xiaomeng."

She watched as the old man made his way upstairs, noting how healthy and energetic he still was. "Goodnight, Grandpa."

"Mm. You two go ahead and chat."

With Grandfather and Jiang Jingshi gone, Fang Meng turned to see Jiang Qian still sipping her tea. She let out a long sigh.

The whole family meeting had left her with one lingering question—why was Jiang Jingshi suddenly so interested in this blind date? Weren’t she and Lin Zhengran supposed to be complete strangers?

Jiang Qian seemed to have the same question. "By the way, why is my sister suddenly so interested in this blind date? She has a lot of hobbies, sure, but dating never seemed to be one of them. She’s always disliked being alone with guys."

Fang Meng hesitated. "Well… I don’t know the exact reason, but I guess it depends on the person. Oh, right—Qianqian, I know it’s a little late, but do you want to see who your childhood fiancé actually is?"

"No."

"Alright… I’ll ask again tomorrow."

School resumed, and during the day, Fang Meng noticed that Jiang Qian continued observing Lin Zhengran. Though she didn’t seem as flustered as before, her curiosity about him was still evident.

That evening, Fang Meng asked again, "Qianqian, are you sure you don’t want to check who your childhood fiancé is?"

Jiang Qian replied absentmindedly, "Nope."

On the third night, Fang Meng asked yet again.

"Qianqian… are you really sure?"

Jiang Qian frowned slightly. "Why do you keep asking? What’s your point?"

"Nothing, really. I’m just reminding you that National Day is the day after tomorrow. If you don’t check now, it’ll be too late. I could just tell you his name outright, but since you refuse to look, I won’t say it directly.

"After all, I also think you don’t necessarily need to meet him. But at the same time, I don’t want you coming back later asking why I didn’t warn you. So… I’m just reminding you."

Jiang Qian: "…"

Still, she didn’t suspect anything.

School was finally out for the holiday! The entire country was in a celebratory mood.

After school, Jiang Qian and Fang Meng sat in the backseat of the car. Fang Meng gazed out the window and casually asked again, "Qianqian, wanna look?"

But this time, Jiang Qian actually hesitated.

"You know," she said, "I wasn’t curious at first. But now that you’ve asked so many times, I do want to know his name. Let me see."

She held out her hand but then mumbled to herself, "Not that it really matters. Even if he was Lin Zhengran, so what?"

She muttered, "Which is impossible, anyway. Since Grandpa’s old comrade arranged this, the guy is definitely the son of a businessman. I wouldn’t mind making friends with someone my age in the business world, but dating? No, thanks."

"Oh? So that’s how you see it? No wonder…" Fang Meng smirked and turned to her with a playful glint in her eye.

"Well, since you’re so open-minded about this, that’s a relief. Otherwise, I’d actually be worried you’d regret it."

She pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it over.

"Here, take a look."

Jiang Qian took the paper, only to see that it was a perfect score report—with Lin Zhengran’s name on it.

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She blinked in confusion. "Why are you giving me Lin Zhengran’s test scores? I thought you were showing me my fiancé’s profile?"

Fang Meng let out an exaggerated "ohhh" and said, "I didn’t bring the full profile, but it’s the same either way. The names match."

Jiang Qian frowned. "What do you mean? What names match?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. Your childhood fiancé’s name is Lin Zhengran."

There was a long pause.

Then, Fang Meng continued with a teasing smile, "In other words, your sister is currently preparing to go on a blind date with Lin Zhengran."

For a moment, Jiang Qian didn’t react.

Then—

She froze.

Like a statue.

Completely petrified.

If someone touched her, she might actually crack into pieces. Small imaginary bits of rock even seemed to tumble off her.

Fang Meng casually brushed off the "debris" that had "fallen" onto her lap.

"Qianqian, is it really that shocking? Just now, you said that even if it was Lin Zhengran, it wouldn’t matter.

"And it’s not like you even like him, right?"

Meanwhile, the Rolls-Royce continued smoothly down the road.

The driver suddenly furrowed his brows. "Strange… why does the car feel so much heavier today?"

Fang Meng answered matter-of-factly, "That’s because we’re carrying a massive rock in the backseat. Heaviness is to be expected."

As she spoke, she patted the imaginary "stone debris" off her lap again.

Well, well…

Qianqian might be stubborn, but deep down, she’s clearly starting to care about Lin Zhengran.

Even if it wasn’t love yet…

At this rate, it was only a matter of time.