The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Chapter 122 Sister, be good to me

Lu Qingyan: "..."

Jiang Nanshu sighed faintly, her face melancholic as she caught the thread of conversation from Chu Muxi, "Sister Chu is right, I was dissuaded by indifference, and from now on, I won’t chase after Brother Qingyan anymore."

She didn’t dare to act rashly.

Especially the love story between the male and female protagonists, she wished it wouldn’t appear.

She needed to reflect gradually...

She began to wonder if her frequent mischief had inadvertently made Lu Qingyan remember her.

[I wish, I don’t want to be in front of him at all.]

Chu Muxi hadn’t expected Jiang Nanshu to have this attitude now, wasn’t she madly in love with Lu Qingyan, who would believe she isn’t chasing him?

Anyway, her engagement stands as long as Young Master Lu doesn’t nod, and Lu Qingyan couldn’t back out.

This might just be the so-called "arrogance from favoritism."

Yang Jiashu watched with great interest, and suddenly next to him, Lu Qingyan spoke, "Miss Chu, you are as meddlesome as before, and also, we aren’t close enough for you to call me ’Ah Yan.’"

Chu Muxi’s fair face flushed with a light red, not from shyness, but from embarrassment.

She pursed her lips, her face wearing an apologetic smile, "Sorry, I overstepped."

The sorrow in her eyes was hard to hide, and her eyes welled up with tears because of the awkwardness, looking at Jiang Leyi helplessly, hoping she could help her.

Whenever she was slighted, Jiang Leyi would always jump out to protect her.

But this time, Jiang Leyi pretended not to see and was only focused on the skewers she was flipping, ignoring the drama unfolding.

Brushing the barbecue sauce, secret spicy sauce, cumin powder, and chili powder on the grill, sizzling and oozing oil, oh hey, truly delicious!

Lu Qingyan didn’t even look at her, coldly dropping a sentence, "Be more careful next time."

Jiang Nanshu did not dare to speak.

[Is he on a short fuse? Isn’t that his childhood playmate?]

His childhood playmate?

He didn’t know that.

As a child, he had no friends, only endless studies—Lu Mother would lock him up at home all day to make him study, and if he made noise, he was met with a beating.

If he didn’t complete her assigned tasks, he would be punished with a day without food.

Other children at four or five were playing with their parents in the garden, capable of being spoiled and wilful.

But at that age, he had been bent under the weight of his coursework.

Playing a piano note wrong would mean a beating.

Misbehaving would mean a beating.

Getting a problem wrong would mean a beating.

Even when his parents fought, he was the one who got hit.

Every day he still had to smile, to be docile; decorum was etched into his very bones.

Lu Mother didn’t allow him to have friends, claiming that play would only lead him into the abyss, he was the Lu Family’s heir, and he had to live according to her plans.

Only by being outstanding would he carve out a place for himself in the Lu Family, only then could he save the endangered Shang Family.

Before Young Master Lu took him out, he had been locked in a mansion studying with the tutors Lu Mother hired for ten years.

His recollections abruptly ended there.