Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten
Chapter 292: A Strand of Hair

As they entered Jiang Qian’s room, the space was completely dark with the curtains drawn.

It wasn’t until Fang Meng opened the curtains that the room's layout became fully visible.

At the center of the room stood an elegant princess-style bed—lavish yet understated. Though the bedsheets and comforter were neatly laid and completely plain, an ornamental canopy hung above, exuding a sense of classical grace.

Around the bed were towering walls of books—easily in the thousands—reminding Lin Zhengran of his own room back when he’d been reading medical books.

The rest of the room featured a study desk by the window and a wardrobe.

Fang Meng said,

“This is Qianqian’s bedroom.”

Lin Zhengran thought this room really defied the usual idea of a girl’s room. Only one phrase came to mind: a rich overachiever.

“I remember Fang Meng mentioning you had a lot of books in your room, but I didn’t think it’d be this many.”

Jiang Jingshi walked up beside him, also surprised.

“So this is what Qianqian’s room looks like?”

Lin Zhengran looked at her, puzzled.

“What do you mean? You don’t know how your sister’s room is set up?”

Jiang Jingshi nodded without hesitation.

“Nope. She never lets me in. I’ve been here maybe once or twice, but last time the layout was completely different. So this feels like the first time for me too.”

Jiang Qian huffed,

“I only changed the canopy, the desk, the bed, and the book piles on the floor—not much at all. Seems like Jiejie’s getting old and forgetful.”

Lin Zhengran blinked.

“Isn’t that basically everything? Your room only has those few things.”

Jiang Qian suddenly paused, mumbling under her breath like she was talking to herself,

“Why are you taking her side...”

Jiang Jingshi pointed toward an area near the study desk, blocked off by the surrounding books.

“Why is that corner barricaded with books? I remember there used to be another desk there.”

Jiang Qian flatly replied,

“There’s nothing there.”

But before she could stop her, Jiang Jingshi had already walked over.

And what she saw behind the book wall was... a desk covered with photos of someone.

Graduation pictures, school event pictures, prom pictures, school speech pictures, speech video tapes...

All meticulously arranged. All spotless and carefully maintained.

Jiang Jingshi’s eyes widened in shock. Was this really something her sister would do?

Since childhood, Qianqian had never put up any photos in her room—not family photos, not selfies, nothing. Yet now... it was wall-to-wall pictures of Lin Zhengran or photos of them together at various school events.

How intense did these feelings have to be?

She slowly turned to her little sister, utterly baffled.

“You’re kind of disgusting, Qianqian.”

Jiang Qian’s face turned red as she snapped back coldly,

“What’s disgusting about it?! And who told you to look! I’m just being nostalgic about high school, okay?”

Jiang Jingshi responded,

“But there are already some photos in the collection room, right? Why display so many in your bedroom too?”

Jiang Qian argued,

“Because I feel like it! And you’ve got some nerve calling me disgusting—weren’t you the one who put up pictures of my classmates in the collection room too?”

Lin Zhengran was lost.

What are they even talking about?

He walked over and looked at the desk, stunned.

“There’s so many photos of me on here...”

Jiang Qian was mortified and fell silent.

Even Fang Meng standing nearby looked embarrassed. As the housekeeper, she felt obligated to speak up and clear things up before Lin Zhengran started thinking the Second Miss was a full-blown stalker:

“These were all carefully collected by Qianqian, just mementos from high school. It just so happens you appeared in a lot of those events, Lin Zhengran, so it looks like they’re all your photos, but really there’s no... special reason.”

Jiang Qian secretly gave Fang Meng a thumbs-up.

Nice save, Xiaomeng.

Fang Meng returned the thumbs-up discreetly.

Lin Zhengran chuckled awkwardly. But he remembered something and turned to ask Jiang Jingshi,

“Wait, what did you two say just now? There are similar photos in the collection room too?”

Jiang Jingshi’s face turned red.

“Yeah... a few. Some were put there by me, and some by my sister. You don’t mind... right?”

Lin Zhengran already knew she had photos of him on her office desk at Zhengshi Company.

So he didn’t think much of it.

“It’s fine. Doesn’t bother me.”

Jiang Jingshi was about to say more, but Jiang Qian quickly cut in.

“Okay, we’re done here—let’s go check out Xiaomeng’s room now. Xiaomeng, lead the way.”

Fang Meng nodded.

The group entered Fang Meng’s room next. Her space was a typical girl’s room—modest and sweet. A pink bed, a pink desk, and some casual clothes hung out on the balcony.

Lin Zhengran said,

“Now this is a normal room. In a house like this, it almost feels... abnormal.”

Fang Meng closed her eyes and replied,

“That’s a little rude, Lin Zhengran, talking about a girl’s room like that.”

“Sorry, just saying what I felt. But yeah, it’s refreshingly normal.”

Suddenly, a car pulled up outside the villa.

Jiang Jingshi turned toward the window.

“Could it be... Dad and Mom are back already?”

So early?

Jiang Qian clearly heard it too.

“Mom and Dad are back?”

The four of them started heading out of the room, but Lin Zhengran suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He’d spotted something glinting pale white in the sunlight on the floor of Fang Meng’s room.

He bent down and picked it up—it was a long, silver-white hair.

Almost instantly, Lin Zhengran thought of the white-haired girl he’d seen on the road earlier.

Jiang Jingshi saw what he was holding and asked,

“What is it?”

She looked closer.

“Is that hair? White hair? And it’s so long.”

Jiang Qian turned back too.

“Where’d that come from?”

Lin Zhengran said,

“Found it on the floor.”

Everyone looked at Fang Meng.

She was just as confused.

“I have no idea. Maybe it got on me when I went out shopping earlier? I did see a girl with white hair outside—maybe she was mixed-race or something.”

Jiang Jingshi didn’t dwell on it.

“Forget it. Looks like my parents are really here. Let’s go meet them, Zhengzheng.”

Lin Zhengran nodded.

“Alright.”

Fang Meng reached out her hand.

“I’ll throw that hair away for you.”

Lin Zhengran placed the strand of hair in her palm, and she pursed her lips, tossing it into the trash.

The group left Fang Meng’s room and headed downstairs—but halfway down, Jiang Qian’s steps began to slow.

Wait a second...

What did Jiejie just call Lin Zhengran? Zheng... Zhengzheng?

Are you serious...?

My ears are definitely broken, right? They have to be broken.

The door on the first floor opened.

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang, both dressed formally, stepped inside.

They looked up as the group came down the stairs—eyes sharp, like they could see through everything.

Jiang Jingshi greeted them.

“Dad, Mom, you’re home so early?”

Mr. Jiang replied with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Mm, figured we’d come home early to meet our guest. You must be Lin Zhengran? Finally, we meet in person.”

Lin Zhengran stepped forward with a polite smile.

“Hello, Uncle, Auntie.”

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