The display of force was somewhat grand.
Jiang Nanshu stood motionless ten meters away from them.
"Why have the old men come? Could it be that they’re here to seek justice from me?"
"Sigh, just had a morning of joy, and now it’s starting again, so tiring! What can I say later to extort a hefty fee for being kicked out of the house?"
Mr. and Mrs. Jiang were drawn by Jiang Nanshu’s inner thoughts and immediately spotted their daughter standing in place, lost in thought.
Mr. Jiang breathed a sigh of relief. Madam Cheng had arrived earlier and had been frantically searching for Jiang Nanshu, behaving like a lunatic. He estimated that if she found Jiang Nanshu, she would start by slapping her several times to vent her anger.
The two hurried over, and after learning that Jiang Nanshu was not at school, they felt at ease. So, both families simply stood together at the school gates, neither allowing the other to pass.
There were bodyguards around, so the students of Jing University did not dare to approach too closely, fearing trouble.
Madam Cheng’s eyes were bloodshot, and her gaze was sharp. Following Mr. and Mrs. Jiang’s line of sight, she successfully spotted Jiang Nanshu. At that moment, her eyes grew even redder, but more than that, they were filled with rage.
That hatred almost seared through Jiang Nanshu. Her precious son had been beaten into such a state in just one morning, and he was still unconscious now, having been moved from the operating room to the ward. Unwilling to swallow this grievance, she was determined to seek justice for her son.
"Jiang Nanshu, you dare to come back! You’ve beaten my son to the brink of death, I want your life in return!" Madam Cheng, in her high heels, stormed furiously toward Jiang Nanshu.
Mrs. Jiang’s face turned even colder as she grabbed Madam Cheng’s arm, holding her in place, "Your son isn’t dead, is he? Why should my daughter pay with her life? If our two families can’t reach an agreement, then let’s not talk. No matter the amount, the Jiang family is willing to pay!"
Madam Cheng, pointing at Mrs. Jiang with trembling lips, said angrily, "Song Shuling, how can you say such a thing? Since it’s not your son who is hurt, you don’t care, right? Protecting this bumpkin, I warned you long ago to send her away, but you hesitated. She has displeased all the ladies of the Beijing Circle, and now she’s committed such a crime. If it were any more serious, it would be murder, and I want her to serve time in prison!"
Jiang Nanshu knew she couldn’t avoid it anymore and stealthily pinched her thigh.
"Ouch, that really hurts! Next time I should carry some chili pepper with me; I’m about to cry my heart out."
Mr. and Mrs. Jiang: "..."
The next second, her eyes moistened, and tears fell as if she were scared by Madam Cheng, sobbing as she hid behind Mr. Jiang, "Dad, save me, it’s all Cheng An’s fault for frightening me. I lost control and sent him to the hospital, but I’m sure I didn’t do it on purpose, wuwuwu, I don’t want to go to prison, I’m only nineteen."
Jiang Nanshu’s silence would have been better, but once she spoke, Madam Cheng was so infuriated that she cried blood, and even Mr. Cheng was wearing a stern face, his eyes filled with severe reproach towards Jiang Nanshu.
Mr. Jiang: "..."
Pretending to be scared was one thing, but to confess her own crime so clearly, as if afraid that others wouldn’t know, was quite another.
Undoubtedly, his daughter knew how to attract animosity.
The Cheng couple were almost ready to tear her apart.
But no matter what, he, as a father, had to protect her.
He comforted her by patting Jiang Nanshu’s hand, "Nannan, don’t be afraid. I’m here; they won’t dare do anything."
Mrs. Jiang felt conflicted inside. Her affection might not be pure, as Jiang Nanshu’s journey from being her initial shame to someone she now wanted to shield had taken only a simple month.
From the moment she heard her inner thoughts, the Jiang family had changed a lot because of her.
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