Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten-Chapter 155: Do You Believe in Fate?

Slurping up the delicious yet scalding noodles in small bites.

Her mother finally hurried out from the residential complex, flustered. "Jingshi! Mom is late! Were you getting anxious? I was so caught up in business negotiations that I didn’t even realize it’s already past noon."

Jiang Jingshi’s mother glanced at her daughter eating instant noodles, slightly surprised. "You bought this yourself?"

Jiang Jingshi chewed and swallowed her noodles, remembering Lin Zhengran’s reminder earlier. "Yeah, Mom, are you done with work? I was hungry, so I took money from the car’s glove compartment and bought it."

Her mother stroked her head, praising her. "Jingshi is so capable. Seeing you eat makes me hungry too. I'll go buy a cup as well. Let's eat together in the car."

"Mm."

With that, her mother also went to the store, got a cup of instant noodles with hot water, and the two of them sat in the car to eat.

As they ate, Jiang Jingshi’s mother spoke excitedly. "Mom just closed a big deal! Your dad is going to be so happy tonight. Our family might just get wealthier and wealthier!"

Little Jiang Jingshi smiled softly.

But in the middle of eating, she looked out the window in the direction where Lin Zhengran had disappeared, blinking those budding peach blossom eyes.

That single blink spanned over ten years.

Although she never forgot this childhood memory, it had never held much significance to her. She never paid much attention to who that boy was or what kind of person he grew up to be.

She only knew that a small episode from her childhood made her develop a fondness for instant noodles.

Until a few months ago, fate unexpectedly revealed to her that there was a boy in her younger sister’s class who was far more talented than her sister.

Then, by sheer coincidence, she ran into Lin Zhengran at the supermarket—over a cup of instant noodles.

After their conversation in the car that day, Jiang Jingshi had a dream about Lin Zhengran that night.

She unexpectedly dreamt of that boy from her childhood.

In the dream, their faces blurred and overlapped.

The moment she woke up, she was so shaken that she immediately instructed her secretary, Pan Lin, to investigate which kindergarten Lin Zhengran had attended and where his family lived.

She wanted to verify if this was all real.

And to her shock, it really was.

That fierce little boy from back then turned out to be her younger sister’s deskmate—Lin Zhengran!

So when she met him again at the Taekwondo competition, at the music contest, and then learned that her childhood engagement was actually with him—

At that moment, Jiang Jingshi, who was home with her sister and grandfather, held his personal file and murmured, "He was mine all along. It was just a twist of fate that made him my sister’s childhood fiancé. Now, it’s time to return him to me."

…

"President Jiang? President Jiang! Your noodles are ready!"

At the entrance of Jiang Corporation, Jiang Jingshi was snapped out of her thoughts by Pan Lin’s voice. She blinked back into focus. "What’s wrong?"

Pan Lin glanced at the instant noodles that were nearly over-soaked. "Your noodles have been sitting for seven or eight minutes… any longer, and they’ll be inedible."

Jiang Jingshi turned to the noodles beside her, responded with an "Mm," and quickly picked them up, peeling back the lid.

She gave them a quick stir with her fork—still fine.

Pan Lin saw her spacing out and exchanged a glance with the driver. The driver, an old employee, tactfully stepped out of the car, knowing when not to eavesdrop.

Once he was gone, Pan Lin lowered her voice. "President Jiang… why don’t you go home and rest for a bit? You seem really tired today."

Jiang Jingshi took a bite of the noodles.

Ten years had passed, yet the taste remained unchanged.

"I already rested for a while in Zhengran’s office just now. I feel much better. I'll finish this, then head back to Zhengshi Music. I want to see how Zhengran runs his meetings."

Pan Lin gave a helpless smile. She knew President Jiang just wanted to take another look at Lin Zhengran.

"Alright. But… you've never worked this hard before. Lately, you’ve been much busier than before. I’m really worried about your health. Even Lin always tells you to rest more, doesn’t he?"

Bringing up Lin Zhengran was indeed effective. Jiang Jingshi replied, "I’m fine. But you’re right. I won’t stay at the office tonight—I’ll go home and rest."

"Mm."

Jiang Jingshi took a few more bites, chewing thoughtfully. "Pan Lin."

"Yes, President Jiang?"

"You think…" She stared at the noodles and suddenly asked, "Do you think a girl being three years older than a guy is a big deal?"

Pan Lin chuckled. "Not at all. Don’t they say, ‘A woman three years older is like holding a golden brick’? A guy dating an older woman is perfectly normal—completely normal. In fact, I’m a year older than my husband. He always says he wishes I were three years older instead."

"Who says stuff like that?"

"It’s true, President Jiang, I’m not making it up. And besides, you’re still so young."

Jiang Jingshi took a few more bites. "Do you believe in fate?"

Pan Lin chuckled softly and answered honestly, "To be honest, President Jiang, I haven’t personally experienced it. But I do believe in fate. And what I do know is… you and President Lin definitely have it."

Jiang Jingshi lifted her gaze to her.

Pan Lin felt a chill down her spine, suddenly nervous.

Pan Lin: "I mean it! Otherwise, after all these years, how could such a coincidence happen? Even if President Lin doesn’t fully remember yet, fate is fate—it’s unbreakable."

Jiang Jingshi said nothing but smiled gently. "It’s normal for him to forget. I only remembered recently myself. By the way, you’ve been working overtime with me a lot lately, haven’t you?"

"Uh… yeah…"

Jiang Jingshi: "The New Year is coming up. I’ll add an extra month’s salary to your year-end bonus as an extra reward for you." She set down her noodle cup. "Let’s go back to Zhengshi Music."

Pan Lin beamed. "Thank you, President Jiang."

She noticed Jiang Jingshi glancing toward the car window and caught sight of her earrings.

A realization struck her—she suddenly understood why President Jiang wanted to go back to Zhengshi Music today.

Those earrings—she had changed into them that morning.

And lately, she had been wearing earrings of a very particular style.

If she wasn’t mistaken… weren’t these the ones President Lin had picked out for her?

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The driver got back in, and the car turned toward Zhengshi Music.

At the same time, in the lobby of Zhengshi Music—

That afternoon, Lin Zhengran had been explaining some practical knowledge to everyone.

At first, the employees had serious doubts about him. He was too young and had no real influence in the music industry—no one had ever even heard of him.

But as he spoke, their opinions shifted dramatically within minutes.

Doubt turned into admiration.

Even though much of what he said wasn’t entirely new—after all, music knowledge only went so far—somehow, the way he explained things made everything click.

His words resonated deeply, making complex concepts easy to understand and allowing them to quickly identify their own singing flaws.

One by one, they went from being skeptical to utterly shocked, realizing that a true boss was someone who had real ability.

After covering the main points, Lin Zhengran proceeded to give each person a few minutes of one-on-one guidance, pointing out their individual weaknesses.

With the speech just now, everyone eagerly lined up, waiting for Lin Zhengran’s guidance.

As expected, everything Lin Zhengran said was genuinely useful—no empty talk at all.

In fact, the results were immediate. A song that some had struggled with for a long time—after just a simple correction from Lin Zhengran—became much easier to master.

His precise guidance allowed them to instantly grasp the pronunciation techniques, leaving the singers in awe.

They couldn’t help but admire this young CEO—his skills were truly remarkable.

Even Sister Wang, standing off to the side, found herself repeatedly clapping in astonishment.

She had long known how capable Lin Zhengran was—after all, Jiang Xueli had been personally trained by him.

But since he had never formally taught anyone before, his true level remained a mystery.

Now, with just a few casual instructions, Sister Wang was certain—this young man was a once-in-a-million genius.

It was no surprise that he and Jiang Corporation’s Jiang Jingshi were a couple—ordinary people simply couldn’t match up.

Before long, a Rolls-Royce pulled up outside the company.

Jiang Jingshi and Pan Lin stepped into the lobby.