The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183: Chapter 183 Cheng An Awakens

Jiang Jingcheng’s brows lifted slightly, "So he’s just spouting nonsense?"

Jiang Nanshu nodded, feigning a sigh, "Of course, it’s all my fault for reacting violently and causing his condition. In his dreams, he probably wishes I would just die. I’ve lost a friendship that hadn’t even begun yet; my heart truly aches."

[Curse me to die? I’ll kill him first! Damn it, even if I do die, I’ll be the last in line. That’s the place for a vicious supporting female character like me, a hundred times better than all the cannon fodder in the Jiang Family!]

Jiang Jingcheng: "..."

Well, how should I put it?

In the end, we all die, so what difference does it make if it’s sooner or later?

If they didn’t know about the ’plot’ inside Jiang Nanshu’s heart, they might have just gone through the motions, but now who dies first is unpredictable.

With them around, they wouldn’t let Jiang Nanshu die.

Jiang Nanshu sniffled pitifully, "We’re already at the hospital, I should go see him, right? But I didn’t bring any gifts, would that be impolite?"

Jiang Jingcheng responded indifferently, "Don’t worry, the Cheng family isn’t lacking a few fruit baskets."

The two had just exited the orthopedic ward’s elevator when a man with tears streaming down his face ran towards them, carrying a fruit basket, which he angrily tossed into a corner.

"Waaaah! I’ve been cuckolded. My girlfriend’s child is someone else’s. Am I the only one in the world so miserable?" The man yelled, furiously pressing the elevator button for the lower floors and, seeing that the number wasn’t changing, he stomped his foot and sobbed as he ran down the stairs.

This seamless sequence of events lasted only about ten seconds.

[Has the heavens heard my plea? Sending me a fruit basket so conveniently, and it’s even a cuckold’s fruit basket, heh.]

Jiang Nanshu jogged over to pick it up. The basket wasn’t damaged, and the fruit was still good. She picked it up, her expression disapproving, "Waste is shameful."

"Brother, shall we give the fruit basket to Cheng An? I hope he can forgive me."

[I want to pass on the cuckold attribute to him too; just wait until the day he finds out his beloved goddess is carrying someone else’s child, then I’ll watch him cry.]

Jiang Jingcheng: "...Okay."

They approached the door of the hospital room. It was a private VIP ward with only Cheng An inside as a patient. He had just woken up, still looking somewhat pale, with Madam Cheng sitting next to him, fussing over him with concern. He, however, listened with furrowed brows and evident impatience.

Hearing the noise at the door, he turned his face and, upon seeing Jiang Nanshu, his eyes filled with hostility and anger, his voice tinged with fury, "Jiang Nanshu, you dare to come!"

Madam Cheng stood up sharply, shielding her son protectively, though a large part of this situation was caused by her own son’s doing. But was Jiang Nanshu hitting someone not wrong as well? freewёbnoνel.com

The medical expenses were entirely paid by the Cheng family, their son was injured and hadn’t gained any advantage from it; it was infuriating!

The Jiang Family had settled the issue quietly, without even offering any compensation as a gesture.

Jiang Nanshu took refuge behind Jiang Jingcheng, only half of her body showing, her fair hand nervously clutching the fruit basket, her eyes filled with guilt, "I heard you had woken up, and I specifically came to visit you. I didn’t expect that I would be so strong when frightened; to have hurt you this severely, I’ve been restless these nights because of this incident." She paused and blinked, "How is your leg? Can you stand up?"

Hearing the word "leg," the corners of Cheng An’s eyes turned bloodshot.

The hospital had told them to prepare for the worst— even if he recovered, he would become a cripple, and he would no longer be able to engage in strenuous activities because the knife had damaged the soft tissue in his knee. There was only a ten percent chance of a full recovery.