The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: Played for a Fool

In the confined space, Lu Qingyan’s scent of fresh snow cedar became even more potent.

Jiang Nanshu appeared calm on the surface, but was actually very nervous, her palms sweating.

If Lu Qingyan took the initiative to kiss her, it would mean he had reserved a spot for her in his heart. As long as she was present, filling his heart and eyes with her couldn’t be that difficult.

Lu Qingyan’s eyes were cool and clear as he slowly lowered his head.

Jiang Nanshu nervously closed her eyes.

The warm breath, however, paused at her ear, making her bare skin tremble with the sensation. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Nannan, lipstick will smear. Let’s kiss another time," his deep voice lightly rang out.

His large hand trailed down Jiang Nanshu’s hair, gliding over her delicate collarbone before finally resting on her waist: "The concert is about to start; Jiashu is waiting for us downstairs."

Just like that, Jiang Nanshu was bewilderedly led away by him.

[Damn it, I’ve been played! What does he mean by this? Is he playing hard to get with me?]

Jiang Nanshu felt somewhat agitated and even thought about checking the Disgust Value to see what was going on.

But she’d used it ahead of time, so now she had to wait a year.

After some thought, Jiang Nanshu gave up on the idea. She decided to wait and check it when Lu Qingyan utterly despised her.

The two of them appeared close, but each harbored their own thoughts.

Lu Qingyan slightly curled the corner of his mouth, suppressing the darkness in his eyes.

At the end of September, the air in Beijing was hot and restless.

A black Range Rover pulled up in front of them, with Yang Jiashu in the driver’s seat, worn out but dutiful: "The two of you, get in."

Lu Qingyan, with Jiang Nanshu, took a seat directly in the back row, with Yang Jiashu acting as their driver.

While driving, Yang Jiashu said, "Nanshu, I’ve sent Yan Yidan’s WeChat information to you. Have a private chat with her and discuss the matter of today’s payment."

Only then did Jiang Nanshu open her phone. She preferred to sleep with the sound off, which was why when she logged into WeChat, a barrage of red notifications popped up.

The list was quite impressive.

Messages from Mrs. Jiang.

And Jiang Leyi.

And the urgent yet unreachable Jiang Zhouye.

Most importantly, her foster brother Ji Ze.

He had also sent a message, and it had been years since they connected on that account.

Jiang Nanshu first opened the message from Yang Jiashu. Yan Yidan’s profile picture was a distant shot of her brewing tea, wearing traditional Chinese clothing, hazy and quite beautiful.

Her username was very simple, just "Yan."

She sent a friend request, noting her name and intent to repay the money from the afternoon.

Jiang Nanshu thought she might have to wait a while for approval.

But it came through in a second.

[So eager to fight with me? That was a fast approval, like she was waiting by the phone...]

Lu Qingyan glanced over and let out a cold chuckle.

He unlocked his phone and sent a sum of money to Jiang Nanshu, his voice cold: "Transfer it to her. You don’t owe her anything."

"..."

She, too, was angry: "Fine! If she dares to come for you, I’ll give her a piece of my mind."

The money was quickly transferred.

Yan: [?]

Jiang Nanshu: [Meal money. My fiancé said, you’re not owed anything.]

Yan: [I don’t like online transactions. Give me the money in person.]

Jiang Nanshu: "???"

Yan: [When are you free? I’ll wait for you.]

"..."

You have to admit, this was a very courteous and cultured rival.

And she wanted a face-to-face meeting.

With a stern face, Jiang Nanshu tried to appear very serious.