The Indifferent Young Master’s Flash Marriage

Ye Linlang's timid voice lingered in his ears. Jiang Qiran tilted his head and looked into Ye Linlang's heart.

"Are you sure you want to keep this jade Buddha with me?"

If he remembered correctly, when he first arrived at Ling Yun High School, he saw Ye Linlang arguing with someone over this jade Buddha.

He would never forget the look of joy on the girl's face when he helped her take back the jade Buddha.

It was as if the joy that was overflowing from the bottom of her heart could not be concealed.

It was also at that time that Jiang Qiran felt that Ye Linlang had come alive in his heart.

If he guessed correctly, this jade Buddha must have been a gift from someone very important to Ye Linlang.

Or perhaps, it had some important meaning to her.

…

Ye Linlang took out the jade Buddha that was tied with an ordinary red string. She opened her palm, and the jade Buddha was green.

Because Ye Linlang wore it all year round, the edges of the red string had been worn quite badly.

"Do you… not like it?"

Ye Linlang looked at Jiang Qiran a little nervously. She really couldn't make up her mind.

Previously, Jiang Qiran said that if she felt bad about taking his phone that he bought with 4,000 yuan, she could give him a gift as well.

Jiang Qiran's suggestion was to let her learn a few more dishes, but Ye Linlang knew that Jiang Qiran was only giving her a way out.

From top to bottom, among all the things in her body, this jade Buddha was the most precious, even though it was only worth 100 to 200 yuan.

However, to Ye Linlang, the true value of this jade pendant could not be measured by money.

This was a present given to Ye Linlang by the Song family's Granny for her 16th birthday. Because of this, her fate with Jiang Qiran had deepened, and she could not part with so many ties.

If it was given to Jiang Qiran, it would also become a kind of beautiful wish.

…

Ye Linlang was most afraid that Jiang Qiran would look down on her gift. After all, it was only worth one to two hundred yuan. She was afraid that it would not enter Jiang Qiran's eyes at all!

After all, the cufflinks on Jiang Qiran's shirt were all made of Mo Cui. Just that cufflink alone was worth five to six hundred yuan!

Ye Linlang had never felt that being rich meant everything. It meant that she could be superior to others. However, sometimes, when one faced the huge gap between rich and poor, one would feel more or less inferior.

Especially in front of the person she loved.

Seeing that Jiang Qiran didn't say anything, Ye Linlang became even more flustered.

The courage that she had worked so hard to muster was extinguished in an instant.

"If you don't like it… it's okay. Just pretend that I didn't say anything."

Ye Linlang was flustered and wanted to put away the inferior jade Buddha. However, just as she put it away, she saw Jiang Qiran suddenly reach out and calmly take the jade Buddha.

The red string, which was slightly rough due to rubbing against the skin, somehow had a noble quality in Jiang Qiran's hand.

"Who said I don't like it?"

Jiang Qiran glanced at Ye Linlang indifferently. He really felt that Ye Linlang's stubborn and somewhat self-degrading appearance made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Ye Linlang, I like it a lot. Thank you."

As Jiang Qiran said this, he put the jade Buddha into his pocket.

Ye Linlang stared at him in a daze. The previous feeling of inferiority disappeared from her expression and she became extremely confused.

"Do you really like it? Or are you comforting me?"

Jiang Qiran couldn't help but laugh.

Why did he feel that this girl was so insecure?

"Is there a need for me to lie to you?"

Jiang Qiran added.

"You have to remember that the most precious thing in a gift is always the thought, not its price. For example, the phone I gave you was actually just for convenience of communication. You don't have to feel too much pressure."

The youth's clear voice echoed in the early autumn air. For some reason, it felt like it could stabilize people's hearts.

To be honest, Ye Linlang really wanted to cry when she heard it.

She had never been treated so gently before, even though Jiang Qiran's expression and tone were not gentle enough.

However, Ye Linlang felt that she seemed to have come into contact with a fresh soul through the youth's cold exterior.

…

Seeing that Ye Linlang was finally not entangled in such a small matter, Jiang Qiran also heaved a sigh of relief.

He was actually not good at comforting others.

For example, Jiang Miaomiao had always been a bad student since she was young. Under his halo, Jiang Qiran would occasionally comfort her.

However, Jiang Miaomiao was really angered to death by Jiang Qiran. Not only was she not comforted, she even wanted to hit him!

…

Jiang Qiran stretched out his slender porcelain-white hand and placed it in front of Ye Linlang casually.

"Take out your phone."

Ye Linlang nodded and quickly took out the phone that she had just received.

Jiang Qiran helped Ye Linlang set up the app for her phone and even specially downloaded a few word-memorizing apps for her.

After doing all this, Jiang Qiran immediately opened the contact list and began to type in his number.

"Done."

Jiang Qiran calmly said this and then handed the light purple female phone back to Ye Linlang.

Ye Linlang nodded in confusion. She glanced at the originally empty contact list and saw that there was a name suddenly added!

It was very simple. On the contact list was Jiang Qiran's name, and behind it, of course, was Jiang Qiran's phone number.

"Can I change a nickname?"

Ye Linlang asked Jiang Qiran tentatively.

Jiang Qiran nodded.

"It's your cell phone, feel free to change it."

And so, Ye Linlang freely wrote these few big words on it.

"Dear Lord Prince Charming!"

Jiang Qiran couldn't help but laugh, but when he saw such an admiring nickname, his mood suddenly became much better.

…

After buying the phone, Ye Linlang and Jiang Qiran returned to Jiang Qiran's apartment with bags of food.

Jiang Qiran's house did not have any fire all year round. In addition to Jiang Qiran's obvious avoidance of cooking, Ye Linlang thought that Jiang Qiran's family members did not cook either.

Perhaps they were rich, just like the Ye family, who had hired maids to cook.

Later, Ye Linlang found out that Jiang Qiran's parents were actually good cooks, especially Jiang Qiran's father. A long time later, Ye Linlang got to eat Jiang Qiran's father's cooking once, and it was so delicious that she wanted to cry!

Ye Linlang hugged Jiang Qiran with tears in her eyes, thinking, why didn't Jiang Qiran inherit the cooking skills of Jiang Xuecheng?

It was such a pity!

…

Ye Linlang was very reluctant to go back to school at night.

She finished packing up all her things, and Jiang Qiran had already called for a driver.

When she got into the car, Ye Linlang couldn't help but turn around and ask Jiang Qiran.

"Qiran, do you think I can get into the top 15 of the class?"

The wind was too strong, and the car started too fast, so Ye Linlang couldn't hear Jiang Qiran's answer clearly in the end.