The Reborn CEO Jiang Is Also Acting Coquettishly Today - Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Jiang Zhixia very assertively hammered out the details of the study group: every Saturday and Sunday afternoon, the three of them would gather at Jiang Zhixia’s house for self-study. Cheng Xi could work on her own homework and provide humanitarian tutoring to the two of them whenever Fang Fang and Jiang Zhixia got stuck.

This time, when it came to studying hard, President Jiang was serious.

It was just that they couldn’t come to an agreement regarding the tutoring fee.

“Teaching you guys is just something I do along the way, there’s no need to give me a tutoring fee.” Cheng Xi’s smile was soft and warm, but her tone was very firm: “There’s really no need. Just consider it as repaying you for saving me before.” Cheng Xi tilted her head somewhat playfully.

“No way, in short, it’s a must. Let’s settle it like this for now, see you Saturday.” Jiang Zhixia assertively shifted the topic away. When the time came, she would have a hundred ways to make Cheng Xi accept the tutoring fee. She was even thinking about how to stuff more money into Cheng Xi’s hands later on—when it came to money, how could President Jiang lack money? Not to mention the New Year’s red envelope money saved up since childhood and the inheritance her mother left her, President Jiang was a person who possessed a golden finger after all.

Thus, Tyrant Boss Jiang remained full of heroic spirit, completely without a shred of doubt in herself; she could just get money by selling a small software.

Fang Fang: Having absolutely no room to interject from beginning to end, she was thus arranged clearly just like that.

Jiang Qin was considerably surprised after learning that they were going to do tutoring at home.

“Why did you suddenly think of getting tutored? I haven’t seen you ask me any problems you didn’t know how to do?” After Jiang Zhixia failed to stir up trouble for two consecutive weeks, Jiang Qin also rarely became a tiny bit lively.

Jiang Zhixia tilted her head, casually flipping open a page of a book close at hand: “It’s not that I’m talking down, Old Man, why don’t you solve this problem.”

“Who are you calling Old Man, your dad isn’t that old yet.” Jiang Qin reached out to take the book, adjusted his glasses, and leaned close to look carefully—it was a very familiar classic mechanics problem from physics, with that familiar little slider.

“Ahem, cough, there are specializations in every field. You should still properly consult your little teacher.” Jiang Qin cleared his throat, returning the book to Jiang Zhixia as if nothing had happened, “Study hard, you can definitely do it.”

Jiang Zhixia looked at Jiang Qin with a half-smile, beginning to pass the buck: “I just inherited your genes.”

As a Chinese teacher, Jiang Qin was deeply knowledgeable about the past and present, well-versed in both Chinese and Western learning, knowing astronomy above and geography below. Yet, he was still similarly helpless against physics.

“Nonsense, your mother’s mathematics was so good, why didn’t you inherit her genes?” Jiang Qin glared.

As soon as the words left his mouth, both of them fell into silence simultaneously.

Xia Yin had been gone for three years, yet she remained an untouchable scar in this home. She was also the start of the rupture in the relationship between the father and daughter. Jiang Zhixia hated Jiang Qin for not taking good care of her and dedicating everything to his students. In truth, how was Xia Yin any different? The vast majority of her time was also willingly handed over to the students she taught. The young Jiang Zhixia didn’t understand; she seemed to have been raised free-range since childhood, and her parents both seemed like other people’s parents—although they deeply loved her just the same, they inevitably shared that love with other people too.

The young Jiang Zhixia couldn’t comprehend it. She hated how Xia Yin dragged her body on the sickbed while Jiang Qin still had to run back and forth between the school and the hospital; she hated how they were always doing other things and didn’t love each other wholeheartedly. Especially Jiang Qin’s posture toward Cheng Xi, which looked highly suspicious of treating her like an illegitimate daughter, further intensified Jiang Zhixia’s rebellion. But strangely enough, even during her most rebellious moments, she still couldn’t bring herself to be fierce toward teachers; perhaps in her subconscious, she still held a great deal of respect for this profession.

The current Jiang Qin didn’t know that the Jiang Zhixia before him was a Jiang Zhixia separated by more than ten years of time. She already knew what she ought to cherish and what she ought to love. Therefore, after the silence, Jiang Qin only saw her slowly unfurl a smile and pat his back.

“So that’s why I say I just inherited your genes and didn’t get any of my mom’s good genes. Isn’t it all to blame on you anyway.”

The gloom on Jiang Qin’s face finally unfurled completely: “Nonsense, with the way your essays are written, I haven’t seen you inherit mine either.”

How wonderful, he thought. It’s finally passed.

Therefore, when Saturday came and he saw that the one coming to the house was Cheng Xi, he unexpectedly wasn’t all that surprised: toward this little girl anonymously sponsored by his wife, he felt genuine tenderness. Therefore, he had also taken great care of her during her freshman year, counting as a continuation of his wife’s last wishes. Even now, he still remembered Cheng Xi’s predicament when she came to No. 1 High School to participate in the independent enrollment. A girl who could rely on her own ability to grasp her own destiny all along the way was truly worthy of respect.

He knew his daughter’s dislike toward Cheng Xi. Seeing Jiang Zhixia mature now and proactively turn shields into silk, his heart was extremely joyful. He greeted them to make themselves at home, telling them to just let him know whatever they needed to do.

Cheng Xi was wearing pink rabbit-ear slippers—Jiang Zhixia had specially gone to buy them for Cheng Xi, feeling they perfectly matched Cheng Xi’s temperament. Like a well-behaved flower bud, she greeted elegantly: “Hello, Teacher Jiang.”

Jiang Zhixia casually closed the door, waving her hand impatiently: “Got it, go along quickly and play your own things.” She had stayed up until three o’clock last night writing programs, and after being dragged up to eat lunch, she had only slept for a little while. Right now, her entire being spelled out a capital “SLEEPY.”

One hand extremely naturally stripped Cheng Xi’s backpack into her own hand, leading the other party to turn a corner: “Xixi, let’s go to the room on the left. What do you want to drink, I’ll get it for you.”

Cheng Xi, who had her backpack stripped away completely caught off guard, felt her body go empty and froze slightly, “No need.”

Jiang Zhixia didn’t mind her, leading the person into the room and making her sit down, “Xixi, you sit first.” She then went out by herself to get drinks and fruits.

Cheng Xi sat down on the rattan chair in Jiang Zhixia’s room, sizing up her room.

The pink decoration, which was extremely incompatible with her personal temperament, looked just like a little princess’s boudoir, with thoughts revealed in every corner. Even the window curtains were fluttering pink butterflies; one could see how much the person who arranged it map-spoiled the room’s master.

However, the living details of the house were much more unbridled, entirely Jiang Zhixia’s personal style: the quilt kicked aside messily on the floor, the books thrown beside the rattan chair, and the desk looking like a workstation: the computer still on standby on the left side, the pens cast aside randomly, and the exercise booklet laid open in the middle.

Although casual, it didn’t look irritating to people.

Just as she was thinking, the room’s master pushed open the door and entered, holding a tray with snacks in her hands: “That little girl Fang Fang is late again, let’s ignore her for now. Xixi, you write your homework first. Come, eat a White Rabbit.” She casually peeled a candy for her too.

Cheng Xi froze, then smiled and accepted the milk candy from her hand: “Thank you.”

“No need to be so polite, haha.” Jiang Zhixia ran her hand over her hair in reverse, collapsing relaxedly onto the bed sheets: “You write your homework first, let me sleep for another ten minutes, and I’ll be resurrected with full health immediately.”

Having finished speaking, her entire being thrust into the quilt, and within less than two minutes, a regular breathing sound rang out.

Cheng Xi pressed the tip of her tongue against the sweetness inside her oral cavity, simply sitting in front of the desk, pulling out her book, and starting to write problems.

The room was exceptionally quiet. Only the sound of breathing and the sha-sha sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper could be heard.

By the time Jiang Zhixia got up again, it was already an hour later. Jiang Qin knocked on the door from outside: “Xiaxia, Fang Fang called and said she was taken out by her mother to participate in a relative gathering. You guys study by yourselves today.”

“Okay!” Jiang Zhixia sat up, rubbed her hair, and couldn’t resist cursing Fang Fang: “This little piece of spicy chicken, she definitely just doesn’t want to study.” Lifting her head, she saw Cheng Xi just happening to look over, with a completely soft and cute appearance.

Jiang Zhixia simply jumped up from the bed: “Xixi, have you been writing your homework the whole time?”

“Mhm.” Cheng Xi nodded, “Are you starting to study now?”

“Sure.” Jiang Zhixia sat down beside Cheng Xi, found the book she had been looking through halfway yesterday, and located the problem she had been writing halfway yesterday: “Xixi, look at this problem. I performed a force analysis, but I still can’t solve it.”

Cheng Xi took the question book, looked at it, and said: “This spot here, the direction of the resistance force it is subjected to is labeled backward. You do it like this…” Cheng Xi’s style of explaining problems was just like herself—soft and gentle, yet capable of easily flowing into a person’s heart. Jiang Zhixia pressed close, listening while nodding her head to show affirmation.

Jiang Qin, who was quietly listening to the movements at the doorway, listened and left with relief.

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