Jiang Nanshu searched her mind for information about her second elder brother, Jiang Jingcheng. freёweɓnovel.com
Then she realized...
In nearly four years since returning to this family, she had had very little contact with this second brother, but each encounter was enough to incense everyone.
Jiang Jingcheng was the attending doctor in Cardiac Surgery at Beijing People's Hospital. He was very handsome and had many admirers, but he was akin to a walking air conditioner—within several miles, not a single female dared to approach and strike up a conversation. His temperament was especially indifferent, as if devoid of any emotions, showing no interest in anything.
The grudge traced back to two years ago when, for a period, Jiang Nanshu was short on money. Fooled by Chen Qian's slander, she secretly photographed him shirtless and sold the photos to his admirers, making a clean 100,000 yuan.
After he found out, he simply toyed with his usual surgical knife, then knocked on her door with a cold demeanor, took 80,000 from her, and then taught her how to delete them pointing with the surgical knife at the screen. Eventually, Jiang Nanshu, trembling with fear, wrote a 1,000-word apology and posted it online. Only then did he leave, satisfied.
Because of this incident...
Originally, she was especially afraid of this second brother.
When he stared at her with the surgical knife in hand, it felt as if he was contemplating where to start cutting.
But Jiang Nanshu was not afraid of him.
The original host was the original, but the current her was a freak.
She gazed at his face, her eyes starry, and saliva almost dripping out.
"Hissss-ah, second brother is so handsome!"
Jiang Jingcheng briefly paused his cold gaze at Jiang Nanshu, then withdrew it and looked towards Jiang Yunchuan, seeing him looking discontentedly at his face.
Jiang Jingcheng's pale jaw lifted slightly, "Don't block the hospital entrance; it affects the patients going in and out."
Jiang Yunchuan stepped aside, trying to pull Nanshu with him, but she, contrarily, squeezed next to Jiang Jingcheng, inhaling the faint scent of disinfectant on him, her eyes shining greedily as she examined his face and casually started a conversation: "Second brother, are you coming home today?"
As Jiang Jingcheng walked inside, his presence drew considerable attention.
His thin lips moved slightly, his gaze cold, "No, stay away from me."
Several brothers were tricked by Jiang Nanshu's outrageous maneuvers into being too scared to return home.
Although Jiang Nanshu liked to look at handsome faces, she did not forget her mission. When it was time to foster aversion, she showed no mercy.
Her dark, glossy eyes quickly filled with tears. Biting her lip, she said plaintively, "Second brother, are you still angry about me taking those photos of you? I won't dare to do it again."
Indeed, bringing up the incident of the photos, Jiang Jingcheng's demeanor changed dramatically.
Although only his upper body was exposed, it was a tremendous humiliation for a doctor like him who adhered to a celibate image.
His dark eyes, unfathomably deep, made Jiang Nanshu sorrowfully think that if this were on the operating table, he might send a critical condition notice to Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang and then let nature take its course with her on the operating table.
Jiang Yunchuan, feeling his scalp tingle, signaled Jiang Nanshu to stop talking. Why bring this up now, and in public!
"Heh." A cold chuckle leaked from his throat, ambiguous in its meaning.
Blinking her innocent eyes, Jiang Nanshu held up three fingers, swore, and persisted suicidally, "I truly won't dare to take your photos again. I deeply realize my mistake, and you already took 80,000. Let's just let this go, dad and mom really want you to come home."
"Ohhh, you're angry, aren't you? Do you really want to kill me? Hate me? Heh, if you dare to come home, I still dare to take photos. You're so handsome; showing a bit of body, what's the big deal! This time I'll sell them secretly, make a hundred or eight hundred thousand quietly, stunning everyone."
Jiang Yunchuan looked utterly despairing, unable to hold back a person bent on courting death.
He surreptitiously glanced at his second brother's face, which hadn't changed, feeling somewhat anxious, wondering if he could hear his sister's inner thoughts.
"Scram." He had only one word.
Then he strode away.
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