They all want to control me!

Chapter 9: Love-struck, no other way.

"9:00, (picture) I occupied your body this morning, and so many things happened, which delayed your studies. I don't like owing favors. I'll write down the key points of the anatomy class for you. You can read them or not if you want. The rest is none of my business."

"At 9:30, you met with Aunt Zhao this afternoon. I'm not sure if there are any people Uncle has planted around Aunt Zhao. Luckily, you were talking in the elevator, where there were no outsiders, so it was safer. However, if you feel like someone is following you recently, or if there are any strange people around, contact me immediately. After all, I'm the one who caused this trouble, and I will take full responsibility."

"9:36, are you mute? Why aren't you replying to my messages?"

"9:50, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to chat with you, I just wanted to check if you were safe. Let me know if you're alive or dead, or I'll have to call you."

"9:54, Second Uncle, are you there?"

After five messages, Jiang Qiaoqiao called me via WeChat.

Lin Ran typed a reply to the message:

Lin Ran: Squeak.

Jiang Qiaoqiao replied as soon as the message was sent.

Jiang Qiaoqiao: Are you still alive?

Lin Ran: Ah.

The chat ended here.

Even through the screen, Lin Ran could feel the awkward atmosphere.

Of course, he didn't care. The other person wasn't Tao Zhiyao, so why bother finding topics to talk about?

Jiang Qiaoqiao: You drank so much and went to bed before 10 pm, what happened?

Lin Ran thought Jiang Qiaoqiao wouldn't send any more messages, so she ordered a meal and a milk tea, but unexpectedly, Jiang Qiaoqiao sent another message.

Lin Ran thought for a moment, omitted Wang Jiahao's name and referred to him as "friend", and briefly explained the situation.

"Jiang Qiaoqiao: That's right, you know how to be prepared for unforeseen circumstances. You're just a college student who has just come of age, it's normal that you can't find a way to make money right now, there's no need to be anxious."

Lin Ran: That won't do. Your nanny, Aunt Zhao, always looks at me strangely. I feel that if I don't save up my own capital, I'll be sold to be your male concubine sooner or later.

Jiang Qiaoqiao: Get lost! I wouldn't take this abstract thing even if it were given to me for free. It's enough to make me angry every day.

"Jiang Qiaoqiao: By the way, there's something I want to tell you. It entered your body at six o'clock today, and I predict it will be the same tomorrow, so I'll get up at five o'clock tomorrow to observe the phenomenon of it entering your body."

Lin Ran: Whatever.

Lin Ran brought up the system panel, which displayed [Affinity Value: 30], indicating that there was one extraction opportunity remaining.

Save this last chance for later. First, set a time when Jiang Qiaoqiao will enter your body again.

Tomorrow morning is for basic chemistry and anatomy.

The medical school mainly focuses on basic sciences, with anatomy making up the vast majority of the courses.

Thinking of the chaos that morning, Lin Ran decisively changed the time when Jiang Qiaoqiao controlled her body to after noon.

With no classes in the afternoon, Jiang Qiaoqiao went to the Hanfu club to practice for the freshman welcome party. Surrounded by a group of girls, she probably wouldn't feel awkward.

Tao Zhiyao is also rehearsing for the show, which is a bit of a hassle.

Well, having learned her lesson today, Jiang Qiaoqiao should be more restrained.

It sounds ridiculous, but in Tao Zhiyao's mind, I inexplicably fell in love with Jiang Qiaoqiao, and I'm a masochist.

My true nature is S, how could I be a M? It's too embarrassing!

I need to keep an eye on Jiang Qiaoqiao tomorrow and make sure she doesn't do anything reckless.

Lin Ran made a decision to adjust the time when Jiang Qiaoqiao would control her body next to noon tomorrow.

A strong feeling of drowsiness washed over me.

The effects of the alcohol hadn't completely worn off, and Lin Ran's eyelids were drooping. She quickly ended the chat, said goodnight, went to the bathroom, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

…………

"Lin Ran, you idiot! This beautiful young lady is chatting with you late at night, and you tell me you're too sleepy and want to go to bed? You have absolutely no emotional intelligence! You'll never catch up with Tao Zhiyao in this lifetime!"

Jiang Qiaoqiao angrily threw her phone aside, lay on the bed, put one hand behind her head, and picked up the group's weekly financial report that was placed by the bedside.

Read it carefully from beginning to end, and circle a few parts with a ballpoint pen.

The circled parts are the areas with problematic data and require close attention.

Boom boom boom!

knocking.

Jiang Qiaoqiao turned over and picked up the phone that was lying to the side. The screen still showed her chat with Lin Ran. She immediately logged out and deleted it from the background.

We can't let Aunt Zhao see this, otherwise she'll start fantasizing about soap opera plots again.

After all, she's the nanny who raised me since I was a child; I can't treat her like an ordinary nanny and let her see through me with a cold and ruthless attitude.

Thus, there was the strange scene where Jiang Qiaoqiao and Lin Ran had to talk while avoiding Aunt Zhao's presence.

I am clearly the owner of the villa!

Jiang Qiaoqiao's expression was somewhat strange. She wasn't some naive, sheltered young lady; she understood business operations, interpersonal relationships, and... surfing the internet.

Why does this situation feel like I'm having an affair?

With whom?

Lin Ran.

That abstract thing! Ugh!

dong dong dong-

The knocking started again.

Jiang Qiaoqiao said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Aunt Zhao came in carrying a foot bath basin. This foot bath basin was said to be high-tech, imported from the United States, and had massage and infrared therapy functions.

Furthermore, Jiang Qiaoqiao's maternal grandmother obtained a foot bath recipe from a master of traditional Chinese medicine. After Aunt Zhao entered, the room was immediately filled with a bitter and unpleasant smell of Chinese medicine.

Jiang Qiaoqiao pinched her nose and said, "I've been washing it for almost a month, and it's been completely useless. There's no need to wash it anymore."

"No," Aunt Zhao said seriously. "No matter what, it's still a method, and it can't hurt to give it a try."

"Okay, lie down."

Jiang Qiaoqiao was at her wit's end.

She lifted her white cotton skirt, revealing her slender and straight legs, and took off her white lace-trimmed socks, exposing her two tender pink toes to the air.

Aunt Zhao held her feet and soaked them in the steaming foot bath water, feeling nothing as before.

slam-la-

Aunt Zhao splashed water and gently massaged Jiang Qiaoqiao's calves. Her skin was delicate and smooth; if she could move around healthily, countless girls would envy her.

Aunt Zhao sighed inwardly, thinking of Lin Ran she had seen that afternoon, and looked up to ask:

"Qiaoqiao, I think that boy is pretty good. He's from a top university in China, majoring in clinical medicine. He won a lot of honors at his provincial key high school. His family background is very clean, but he's a little poor. However, that last point is a plus for your grandma."

"...Let's not talk about him anymore, okay?"

Jiang Qiaoqiao felt a headache.

If it weren't for his physical limitations, he would have come to investigate Lin Ran himself; there was no need to send the nanny.

Meeting Lin Ran in the afternoon was purely coincidental. She asked Aunt Zhao to retrieve her medical records from the hospital, but unexpectedly bumped into Lin Ran, who was disguised and investigating. What followed was a series of events.

"Aunt Zhao, don't overthink it. We're just online friends who met in a game, there's nothing more between us."

Jiang Qiaoqiao tried her best to explain herself, but all she got in return was Aunt Zhao's ambiguous gaze.

There are always things that are beyond human control, and that is controlling people's hearts—she understood this principle today.

"Did you chat with that boy tonight?" Aunt Zhao asked.

"No, I'm looking at the group's financial report, I don't have time to deal with him," Jiang Qiaoqiao shook her head.

She knew very well that she couldn't give Aunt Zhao any chance to daydream at a time like this, otherwise Aunt Zhao's mind would be filled with all sorts of wild ideas and multiple timelines.

It's worth mentioning that before today, Jiang Qiaoqiao didn't know what "galagemu" was. It wasn't until Lin Ran explained it to her that she searched online and realized it was a bishoujo game.

"oh--"

Aunt Zhao didn't say anything, but her eyes seemed to see through everything.

Because she noticed that the girl's right hand was gripping the hem of her skirt tightly, a sign of lying that had never changed since she was a child.

I really want to see Qiaoqiao's chat history with that boy. Maybe it's because of him that Qiaoqiao can smile again.

"Today I went to a traditional Chinese medicine clinic and learned a new massage technique. I heard it can stimulate acupoints on the soles of the feet and promote blood flow in the legs. Do you want to try it?"

Aunt Zhao lifted Jiang Qiaoqiao's left foot. After soaking in hot water, the sole of her foot was white and tender red, with layers of fine wrinkles. She clenched her fist and pointed out the knuckle of her middle finger, pressing it against the sole of her foot.

Jiang Qiaoqiao said helplessly, "I've already made all the preparations, and you still want my opinion? Isn't that redundant?"

"Okay, I'm coming... um!"

Following the technique she had learned, Aunt Zhao pressed her middle finger knuckle firmly on an acupoint on the sole of her foot and rotated it 90 degrees clockwise.

"Ah!" Jiang Qiaoqiao gasped softly, her pretty brows furrowing. "It hurts! Be gentle!"

"Is it too heavy? I'll lighten it..."

Aunt Zhao suddenly stopped talking, slowly widened her eyes, raised her head, and looked at her in disbelief.

Jiang Qiaoqiao belatedly realized what had happened. Her hands trembled slightly with tension and excitement, her palms damp with a thin layer of sweat. Her lips moved, and she managed to utter a few words with difficulty:

"I can feel my feet again..."