The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Jiang Nanshu, What Are You Doing!

Jiang Yisen slightly furrowed his brow.

Noticing Jiang Nanshu craning her neck to peek at his phone, he calmly turned off the screen, leaving her to stare at nothing.

Jiang Nanshu narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone haunting, "You guys are plotting behind my back to steal crap again? Can’t you include me?"

[Fine, fine, fine, the old man up front dragged me in, and you guys start a new one right behind my back, great!]

Jiang Yisen: "..."

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He continued calmly, nodding, "It’s another family group, do you want to join?"

[Hmph, there must be something fishy, let me investigate.]

"Join! I want to be with you guys forever!"

So Jiang Yisen swiftly added Jiang Nanshu to a group named [Families of Both Surnames Social Group].

And as a side note, he disbanded the group they had just been chatting in.

Jiang Nanshu immediately posted: [Include me in the crap-stealing plot.]

Jiang Yisen: [Let me introduce her, this is my sister, Jiang Nanshu.]

Song Kexia: [???Cousin! Why did you add her to the family group? Now it’s been tainted.]

Song Yichen: [Can we kick her out OK? So annoying, stop trying to give me gifts, I’ve thrown them all in the trash!]

Jiang Yunchuan: [Shut your mouths, my sister is also a member of this family. If you find it dirty, leave the group yourselves. I haven’t even said you’ve dirtied her place, haha.]

Only then did Jiang Nanshu realize this was the [Families of Both Surnames Group].

This group included not only the Jiang Family but all members of the Song Family as well.

From Old Sir Song and Old Madam Song at the top.

To the younger cousin still in high school at the bottom.

And Jiang Nanshu’s WeChat nickname was [Money Obsessed Jiang Jiang].

She hadn’t expected Jiang Yisen to directly add her to such a large group.

There were twenty or thirty people inside.

More than half were from the Song Family, a few uncles and aunts, cousins pretty much filled it out.

Song Kexia was her cousin, and Song Yichen was the younger cousin still in high school who also didn’t like her.

The original person’s three years of trying to please them had only been a source of amusement in their eyes.

Jiang Nanshu never expected her first intersection with them would be in a family group chat.

She wasn’t included in the family group, nor was she in the family clan group.

It was clear that she was an inconsequential being, only taken out for a look when remembered.

Jiang Nanshu immediately changed her group nickname to her real name.

Jiang Nanshu: [Fifth Brother, don’t scold Cousin Kexia and Cousin Yichen, they must have been hacked. Our grandfather’s family is cultured and elegant, how could they be so vulgar.]

Jiang Nanshu: [@Song Yichen, little cousin, since you don’t like those gifts, please cash them back to me, I really need the money.]

Song Yichen: [Beggar, the stuff you give can’t make it onto the table, three years ago you gave me a grasshopper woven from grass, don’t use fake grasshoppers to disgust people, I’ve still got a shadow hanging over me and haven’t let the maid scatter any grass seeds on the lawn.]

Jiang Nanshu quietly watched this line of text.

A memory jumped out at her.

It was her third day at the Jiang Family home when the Song Family members had brought Song Yichen to see her—the true heiress retrieved from rural obscurity.

In her memory, it all felt like a dream; she’d woken up to find herself in a strange place, away from her mom, dad, and brother, surrounded by cold stares as if she were some kind of laughable clown unfit to be seen.

At that moment, Jiang Nanshu truly wanted to escape this luxurious yet cage-like new home.

She was very constrained and forced herself to act unperturbed.

Not until she saw Song Yichen, the same age as Ji Ze, looking naive and cute and calling her ’sister’ obediently, did she feel her heart soften completely. She had nothing to offer but a grasshopper woven from grass, which she used to give to Ji Ze; he would treasure it, keeping the green grasshopper until it turned yellow, never willing to throw it away.

She thought Song Yichen would like it too.