The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Chapter 11 Notre-Dame Cathedral Should Have Her Take a Seat

Jiang Nanshu's eyes flashed with a tinge of regret. She had only lost one eye.

She had thought it would go as far as broken arms or legs, or at the very least, a bit of deafness.

She hung her head low, standing to one side, voicing self-reproach, "I'm sorry, Qianqian, I didn't expect that uncle was a mentally ill offender. He was so fierce when hitting people."

Chen Qian clenched her teeth tightly, "What nonsense are you spouting? Where does he have a mental illness? He just abuses alcohol and is violent at home! He deserves to die, people like him should be imprisoned, and it would be best if he died in jail."

Every word out of Chen Qian's mouth expressed a wish for Mr. Chen's death.

That's why she had set this trap, to deal with Jiang Nanshu, and to send the father she had loathed for over a decade into police custody.

Only she didn't understand why it was so different from what she had anticipated.

Jiang Nanshu was unscathed, still playing the victim in front of her.

"You did it on purpose, you deliberately conspired with him to harm me, Jiang Nanshu, didn't you!"

She wished she could devour Jiang Nanshu's flesh that very moment.

It should've been Jiang Nanshu lying in the hospital bed, not her. Why was Jiang Nanshu completely unharmed?

The pain in her eyes robbed her of all rationality.

Jiang Nanshu just looked at her sadly, "But Qianqian, you were the one who took me to your house. You told me your father might hit people, and you pushed me out to keep me from getting hurt. Qianqian, you are really good to me."

Chen Qian would never forget that moment of despair when the door slowly closed in front of her.

She pointed at her with trembling hands, "You're lying; you closed the door on purpose. I'm going to sue you; you're Chen Jian's accomplice!"

At this moment, even the policemen outside seemed unable to listen anymore.

With a stern face, they shielded Jiang Nanshu behind them, "Miss Chen, the investigation shows that Miss Jiang was indeed visiting your home for the first time and had met your father for the first time. They did not know each other before, so there is no basis for claims of complicity. Furthermore, your father, Chen Jian, due to years of drinking, had alcohol-induced nerve damage, which caused possible mental impairment. This was all an accident. If it weren't for Miss Jiang calling the police in time, whether you would still be alive would have been uncertain."

An accident?

One accident erased all the injuries she bore?

Chen Qian swallowed her impulse to question Jiang Nanshu further.

She couldn't very well tell Jiang Nanshu that she never meant to push her; she just wanted to grab her and have her take the beating instead, could she?

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She took a deep breath, "What about Chen Jian? I want him to go to prison! He beat me like this; let him sit for ten years, no, let him sit until he dies!"

The police officer was somewhat speechless, patiently explaining, "According to the law, mentally ill patients are not considered conscious during assaults and do not commit a criminal offense. In such cases, they are merely referred to a psychiatric hospital for treatment."

Chen Qian couldn't believe her ears; this was the outcome. She spoke with a trembling voice, "What if his mental illness recovers?"

The officer glanced at her apologetically, "As long as the patient's mental state is stable and there are no further episodes, he would be released."

This matter would only escalate to a family conflict, and since it did not result in death, Mr. Chen wouldn't be detained for long.

Chen Qian's face went pale.

That maniac could come out again?

Just the thought of him beating her to death made her shudder with fear.

"No... don't let him out... please, I'm begging you."

Jiang Nanshu looked at her, puzzled, "Qianqian, didn't you say that your father loves you the most? That you never want to be separated from him for the rest of your life, to take good care of him? You even told me that although he hits people, he's good to you. A child loved by their father is a treasure, unlike me, just a poor little thing that nobody loves."