Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten-Chapter 167: Maid Fang Meng

Spring had arrived, filling the world with life. Everything was awakening once more—it was the perfect season for... studying.

While most high school seniors were drowning in academic pressure, Lin Zhengran remained unaffected.

Others were studying tirelessly, but he carried on as usual, relaxed as ever.

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On this particular Sunday morning, around eight o’clock, he was jolted awake by the sound of his phone ringing. He groggily picked it up and saw that it was Pan Lin, the secretary for Jiang Jingshi.

Since Han Wenwen was currently focused on preparing for the college entrance exams, Zhengran had decided to delay her appointment as his personal secretary until university.

For now, Pan Lin was the only secretary handling all matters for the two CEOs of Zhengshi Company.

"President Lin, are you awake? Sorry to disturb you."

Still staring at the ceiling, Zhengran replied, "No problem. What’s up?"

"You asked about the live-streaming competition last night. It's tentatively scheduled for late this year, right before New Year's. But President Jiang said that if you’d like, we can move it up earlier."

Zhengran recalled how the competition had been postponed during his first two years of high school due to the company’s establishment. Initially, they had planned to hold it in the first semester of senior year, but Han Wenwen’s academic performance…

Even with three times the tutoring effort, that little fox was still struggling. She was simply not cut out for studying.

Just yesterday, on Saturday, Zhengran had spent the entire afternoon tutoring her. But instead of studying, all she did was drape herself over him, calling him Zhengran-gege in every possible way.

So in the end, the competition schedule had been adjusted to fit Han Wenwen’s timeline.

"We’ll keep it as planned, right before New Year’s. After the college entrance exams, I’ll have free time too."

Pan Lin hesitated for a moment on the other end of the call. Does President Lin even need to go to school anymore?

"Understood. I’ll finalize the competition date for before New Year’s. I won’t disturb you any longer—feel free to call me if you need anything."

"Thanks for your hard work."

After hanging up, Zhengran lay in bed, thinking about the college entrance exams.

From a financial standpoint, whether he took them or not didn’t really matter.

In fact, he didn’t even need to attend university. But for the three little troublemakers in his life, it was a major milestone.

And having been reborn, he wanted to experience university life again himself.

He turned his head to the nightstand where a glass of water sat just out of reach. Without moving, he flicked his fingers, and the glass floated smoothly into his palm.

Spiritual Energy Manipulation was easily one of the most convenient abilities he had gained in the past two years. It saved him both time and effort.

After taking a sip of water, he changed into fresh clothes and stepped out of his bedroom.

"Mom? Dad?"

No response.

Instead, an unexpected voice answered him.

Fang Meng emerged from the kitchen, dressed in a maid outfit, carrying a tray of breakfast.

Her tone was calm as she placed the food on the dining table.

"Uncle and Auntie went out. I’m the only one home. I made your usual breakfast, just like Auntie said. You can eat after washing up."

Zhengran stood there, dumbfounded.

She was serious—completely serious. Wearing a maid headband, apron… even black stockings.

"...Fang Meng? What are you doing here? In my house?"

Fang Meng glanced at him, taking in his half-awake state. His upper body was well-defined, his muscles clearly visible. He was wearing pants, at least.

His hair was a mess, but he still looked handsome.

She pulled out a notebook from her pocket and started jotting things down while speaking.

"Lin Zhengran appears to exercise frequently at home. Otherwise, his muscle definition wouldn’t be this prominent."

Zhengran ignored her note-taking.

This wasn’t the first time someone had done this. Han Wenwen had done it. Jiang Qian had done it. And now Fang Meng.

He’d seen it too many times to care.

"You still haven’t answered my question," he said.

Without pausing her writing, Fang Meng replied, "Since we became childhood fiancé and fiancée, I’ve been visiting your house often for over a year now. Uncle and Auntie know me well. Coming over is normal, isn’t it?

"Our families live just thirty minutes apart by car. And I just got my driver’s license—I passed the test right after my eighteenth birthday."

She pulled out her license from her pocket and flashed it at him.

"So now I can come over anytime. It’s very convenient."

She wasn’t wrong.

Ever since that childhood engagement incident a year ago, Fang Meng had started dropping by frequently. And in front of his parents, no less, she would openly take notes on his daily life.

When asked why, she sometimes joked, "I’m just observing my childhood fiancé. After all, Lin Zhengran might be my future husband."

Other times, she was more straightforward. "I’m helping Jiang Qian keep an eye on you."

She was spying on him for Jiang Qian.

Jiang Qian had long stopped keeping a meticulous record of his actions—she was too busy in full-blown overachiever mode.

In an attempt to surpass him, she had gone overboard, enrolling in over thirty tutoring programs to train in every possible subject.

Zhengran didn’t respond and just headed to the bathroom.

"You have way too much free time," he said. "Jiang Qian only recorded my actions for a semester. You’ve been at this for over a year."

Fang Meng flipped through her notebook, filled with densely written pages.

"I didn’t expect it either. I originally wanted to find your flaws to help Qianqian, but after a year and thousands of notes, I still haven’t found anything.

"I’m seriously starting to suspect that you’re not even human. Maybe you have superpowers."

Zhengran froze for a moment and looked back at her.

He let out a short laugh. "If only that were true."

With that, he stepped into the bathroom and used his ability to shut the door behind him.

Back at the dining table, Fang Meng let out a breath.

"I guess so. You’re certainly exceptional, but not that extraordinary. Besides, superpowers don’t exist in this world."

After freshening up, Zhengran returned to his room, put on a shirt, and sat at the dining table.

He looked at Fang Meng, who stood neatly beside him, her side ponytail tied perfectly in place.

She was undeniably pretty—high nose bridge, delicate lips, the kind of sharp, intellectual beauty typical of a top student.

But dressed as a maid, she just looked... odd.

"That outfit…" he began.

"Does it not look good?" she asked.

"Uh, no, it’s fine… I was just wondering—did you wear this when you came over? Even the stockings? My parents must have been terrified."

Fang Meng pulled out her notebook again and wrote down: ‘Lin Zhengran does not like maid outfits or stockings.’

Then she clarified, "Of course not. I only changed after they left. It was a last-minute experiment to see your reaction.

"And judging by your response, you’re clearly not interested. I’ll change out of it later."

"It’s not that I dislike it. If a girl I liked wore it, I might enjoy it. But for just a normal friend, I don’t really care."

Fang Meng tilted her head, as if intrigued.

"So what you’re saying is… I’m not within your range of romantic interest? That’s surprising. You already have three childhood sweethearts, plus the rich heiress Jiang Jingshi constantly around you. And Qianqian clearly cares a lot about you. I thought you didn’t have high standards."

Zhengran ignored her and continued eating.

"Speaking of which, you’ve been hanging around me a lot lately. What about Jiang Qian? Aren’t you supposed to be her assistant?"

Fang Meng’s hand paused mid-writing. Her voice softened, and her eyes showed something else—a flicker of emotion.

"Ever since she met you, Qianqian has been overwhelmingly busy. Even I don’t have much to do anymore… so I have plenty of time to visit you."

Zhengran nodded. "Yeah, she’s always been like that. Anyway, you gonna sit down and eat?"

"I already ate."

She went back to the kitchen and brought over a glass of milk.

"Drink this. Stay healthy."

"Thanks."

As he took a sip, he casually remarked, "You’re pretty meticulous. The milk is the perfect temperature."

"It’s only fair that I take care of you in return for observing you. Besides, I’m good at this. It’s my profession, after all."

"That’s true."

Fang Meng suddenly asked, "Zhengran, I have a question I wasn’t sure about. I wanted to ask you directly.

"Are you two-timing?"

Zhengran looked at her, both of them locking eyes.

He answered honestly.

"No. I’m not."

"Oh. My mistake then. I apologize."

…It was three-timing.