The Reborn CEO Jiang Is Also Acting Coquettishly Today - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

As the saying goes, returning home in wealth and honor and not showing it off is like wearing embroidered silk and walking in the night.

To put it simply, if you don’t show off in front of people you know after making it big, the joy of success and fame will be discounted by thirty percent.

The famous entrepreneur, well-known alumna of Jinjiang No. 1 Middle School, and the Platform Daddy whom numerous netizens love and hate, Ms. Jiang Zhixia, was currently experiencing the profound thrill of returning home in glory:

The principal cleared the way, the dean of students accompanied her, and the homeroom teacher who had once made her stand in the hallway a hundred times looked on with a face full of gratification and shared pride. Amidst the admiring and worshipful gazes of countless students below, Jiang Zhixia stepped onto the rostrum—a place she used to ascend only to read self-criticisms when she caused trouble—cleared her throat, and delivered life lessons from a famous alumna.

This feeling was truly more refreshing than drinking a glass of ice-cold Coke during the height of summer. Life was meant to be lived for moments like this.

If the old man saw this, he would surely have nothing left to say.

Jiang Zhixia’s heart was already soaring with high spirits, yet her face showed not a trace of it. Maintaining the composure and mystery unique to successful individuals, she effortlessly reached the end of her speech.

“Everyone has their own path. My growth trajectory is only a reference, just a piece of occasional success. Life is individualistic. Follow your own ideals. In the future, a vast world of freedom awaits everyone.”

After finishing, Jiang Zhixia gave a polite, slight bow, waiting for the enthusiastic applause of her juniors.

Instead, she heard a burst of jeering laughter from the crowd, followed by a familiar voice speaking in a completely different tone right by her ear.

“Jiang Zhixia, is this how you do a self-criticism? Is this your attitude?”

Looking at the principal, who was wearing different clothes and looking many years younger, Jiang Zhixia couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed. Just a moment ago, this former grade dean and current principal—who had clashed with her throughout high school—had been holding her hand and sighing repeatedly, saying he knew since her high school days that such a student would surely be extraordinary.

“Principal Jia, do you feel there are any issues with my wording?” Jiang Zhixia smiled sweetly, silently grumbling that the elderly principal was strange. He’d changed clothes and come back with such a much worse temper.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the person in front of her turned red in the face. “Jiang Zhixia, what is this attitude? Do you feel that since I’m not the principal, I’m not worthy of teaching you?”

“Of course I don’t mean that. Principal Jia, I naturally keep your years of teaching in my heart. Is there something wrong with the life experience I shared with my juniors?” Jiang Zhixia herself had not yet realized what changes had occurred around her. Only now, as her gaze swept around, did she discover: why is this different from before I went up on stage?

Standing on the stage with her was a chubby little girl—Jiang Zhixia’s childhood best friend, Fangfang—as well as two non-mainstream types with dyed yellow hair standing crookedly.

She hadn’t seen this style of dress in years. Jiang Zhixia instinctively realized something was wrong.

At this moment, the man opposite her was so angry his lips were trembling. Being squeezed by such words in front of the entire school’s teachers and students, Dean Jia was dying of anger. He instinctively roared at the laughing crowd below: “Quiet down!!”

Just as Jiang Zhixia was about to speak, her gaze suddenly caught sight of a familiar thin figure standing in the crowd, looking furious and as if he wanted to come up and hit someone.

Holy crap, crap, crap, crap!!

Jiang Zhixia’s eyes widened. My old man, please don’t tell me your obsession is this deep—how come you’ve run to the school to be a guardian after dying??

Her eyes involuntarily stared deathly at that person.

Old Comrade Jia on the rostrum grew even angrier. How could the always diligent and law-abiding Old Jiang raise such a daughter? Unable to continue his exasperation on stage, he said viciously: “All of you, get down here.”

Three little girls with their heads bowed slipped past Jiang Zhixia.

One of the yellow-haired girls gave Jiang Zhixia a thumbs up as she passed: “Sister, badass. You’re the one.”

“Still standing there performing?! Get down here quickly!” Old Jia roared.

This is too realistic.

Jiang Zhixia felt that the world had gone supernatural.

The three honest children were punished to stand outside, while Old Jia dragged Jiang Zhixia into the office.

Jiang Zhixia: missing the kind and loving him from a few minutes ago. 🙁

Amidst Old Jia’s heated criticism, Jiang Zhixia figured out the current point in time. This set of events was practically a replica of the self-criticism meeting at the start of her second year of high school. Jiang Zhixia wouldn’t think the school had specially prepared a theatrical performance for her to reminisce about her youth. As a forward-thinking “Platform Daddy” who frequently hung out in the online zeitgeist, she also knew a word called “rebirth.”

Jiang Zhixia secretly pinched herself, and Comrade Old Jiang arrived swiftly.

“Sigh, Teacher Jia, I’m truly sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with this child. She’s getting more and more rebellious. Punish her as she should be punished. I’ll definitely deal with her when I get back.” Jiang Qin comforted the fuming Old Jia on one hand, while secretly tugging at the standing Jiang Zhixia’s clothes with the other, signaling her to apologize.

This might be the real old man. Jiang Zhixia’s eyes turned red instantly. It was an old man who was still alive and well, who hadn’t yet suffered from stomach cancer and become gaunt.

“Old Jiang, this isn’t the way. What’s important for this child right now isn’t her studies; her attitude is already very problematic. Look at her today…” Teacher Jia intended to continue scolding, but found it hard to say more. After all, Old Jiang indeed had it very difficult, it was just a pity this child was ungrateful. Turning his gaze to Jiang Zhixia, he was startled: “Why are you crying? I didn’t do anything to you, did I?!”

This number-one mischievous student who usually acted like she owned the world! She actually cried! After the shock, Old Jia felt a hidden sense of satisfaction. As expected, no one could fail to fear his authority.

“What’s this? Feeling aggrieved? Apologize to Teacher Jia. What you did was wrong.” Jiang Qin frowned with some heartache, but instinctively continued to educate.

Jiang Zhixia didn’t force it at all. Looking at Old Jia, she revealed a smile: “I’m sorry, Teacher Jia. I promise to study hard and improve every day in the future, work hard to earn money to repay my alma mater, and try to donate a hundred million or something to the school.”

Old Jia, who was secretly delighted at having subdued a prickly student: “What the hell?? Are you dreaming?”

Jiang Zhixia: “You might not believe it, but half an hour before appearing here, I had just signed my name at a donation ceremony.”

Old Jia gave an impatient smile: “Just study hard. Think about how hard it is for your father. Jiang Zhixia, rebellion has a time limit. When you go out, send those three in for me.” Old Jia decided to continue dealing with the three little weaklings at the door.

A pitiful-looking Fangfang passed by Jiang Zhixia, her face hanging a large: QAQ

“Pfft—” The bad friend Jiang Zhixia couldn’t help but reveal a smile. How novel; how long had it been since she’d seen Fangfang looking so pathetic?

Jiang Qin looked back at her once without speaking, and Jiang Zhixia quickly restrained her smile.

The two walked in silence to the flower bed on the first floor. Jiang Qin didn’t say much, saying warmly: “Go back to class.” No matter what Jiang Zhixia had said in the office, Jiang Qin only took it as her being perfunctory, his heart full of powerlessness. After his wife passed away, he indeed found it harder and harder to control this daughter, yet he also had no strength to criticize her.

Re-examining him, Jiang Zhixia only now discovered that the old man’s thin back was already somewhat hunched at this time.

“Hey, Dad.” Jiang Zhixia called out. Then she scratched her head a bit helplessly, “I really missed you. Truly.” Perhaps you don’t know just how vast a distance this single call spans.

Jiang Qin’s face stiffened involuntarily, and the rims of his eyes turned a bit red. “Go to class.”

Jiang Zhixia nodded, slipped upstairs, and then squatted in the bathroom to ponder her life.

It was a bit hard to accept, truly. What has time done to me?

She pinched herself hard: “Holy shit, it really hurts.”

Jiang Zhixia came out of the bathroom with a mournful face, only to run right into Old Jia.

“Still not going to class? What are you doing here?” There wasn’t a time he looked at her with approval.

“Just used the bathroom, going now.” Jiang Zhixia gave the sincere smile of a society person and slipped into the third-floor classroom under Old Jia’s glare.

So a high school classroom really is a place you can find your way back to even with your eyes closed.

As soon as Jiang Zhixia entered, she received everyone’s burning gazes.

Holy cow, where do I sit??

“Student Jiang Zhixia, please return to your seat quickly,” a familiar female teacher urged.

Behind her was also the death ray glare from Old Jia.

Jiang Zhixia: …Ah. Quickly scanning the crowd, Jiang Zhixia spotted a pure and beautiful little face, then saw Fangfang behind her, quickly locating her position.

Sitting directly behind the girl with a ponytail who was studying seriously, Jiang Zhixia instinctively gave her a radiant smile and provocatively raised her eyebrows with feigned cool.

Receiving the smile, Cheng Xi was somewhat stunned and unnaturally turned her gaze away.

Jiang Zhixia: “Hehe. As expected, still so shy.”

Fangfang, having witnessed her abnormal behavior: “Xiaxia, are you okay?”

“Fine.” The child who had just received a massive amount of information responded simply, then quickly slumped onto her desk. Staring at the smooth black hair of the person in front of her, she began to contemplate this hopeless life.

Aha, so Cheng Xi really has been good-looking since she was young, she thought, her mind wandering.