The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246: Chapter 246: Sister Is Here!

Jiang Yunchuan finished speaking and left.

He was afraid that if he continued, he would end up arguing with Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang was not bad to them, and after all, she was his biological mother. Aside from persuasion, there was nothing else he could do.

Only Mr. and Mrs. Jiang remained in the room.

Mr. Jiang looked at her with some disappointment, "I’ve already investigated the Song family, and Song Shuling, you’d better pray that your Song family hasn’t reached out to meddle in my affairs."

Mrs. Jiang took a deep breath, "I’ll ask Nannan to come back. Let’s stop here with the investigation. If we continue, Jiang Huanye, how can I go to my parents’ house?"

Mr. Jiang snorted coldly; the deeper he dug into this matter, the filthier it became.

He had already started to look for the nurse who had taken the money to abandon Jiang Nanshu that year.

Once he found her, all the truths would come to light.

...

Jiang Nanshu was awakened by Lu Qingyan calling her.

It was nearly noon by then.

He appeared at the door wearing an apron, his fine eyebrows knitted, "Nannan, why didn’t you eat breakfast this morning?"

Jiang Nanshu sat up in bed with her blanket, looking at him in a daze.

"I’m not hungry."

"You can’t skip breakfast even if you’re not hungry. It’s bad for your stomach. You can’t do this next time."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

She would eat when there was food; if not, she’d just sleep until noon. Who remembered such a thing as breakfast?

[Sigh, the pesticides have already wrecked my stomach long ago. Isn’t being hungry for a few meals much less scary than that?]

Lu Qingyan’s hand on the doorknob tightened.

Pangs of dense pain swept across his heart.

What on earth had she endured in the past?

"As long as I’m here, you’ll have breakfast every day. Get up and wash up; it’s almost time to eat."

[Great, I get to eat for free again.]

Jiang Nanshu quickly got out of bed, "Mm-hm, Brother Qingyan, I’ll be right there."

Lu Qingyan watched her scurry into the bathroom, and his heart grew even more tender.

You won’t suffer anymore in the future, Nannan.

Lu Qingyan prepared the meal all by himself.

They were simple home-cooked dishes, but they looked, smelled, and tasted delicious.

[I can’t believe a young master like you can cook! I’m so surprised.]

"Brother Qingyan, when did you learn to cook?"

"When I was little."

Jiang Nanshu: "???"

[How young? Did your family really let you cook at such a young age? Shouldn’t the young masters be waited on, hand and foot?]

Lu Qingyan thought about it carefully — it was probably when he was around three or four years old.

At that time, he was locked up all day by his own birth mother, and the only one who would talk to him was the nanny.

She would take care of his daily life and residence.

Aside from the tutors who came and went, she was the only one who would chat with him.

His only joy each day was to ask her about the outside world after classes; the busy streets, crowded malls, and children’s playgrounds filled with kids playing, of which he had never seen.

He could only understand through the snippets she shared. Later, he watched the nanny cook, picked up the steps, and naturally, he learned.

However, when Lu Mother learned that he could cook, he thought that if he made a meal for his mother, she would let him go outside.

Instead, the nanny was dismissed, and he was locked in the basement to study without even a window, forbidden from seeing the outside.

He suffered mental torment, whereas Jiang Nanshu endured physical torture. From some perspective, their experiences were quite similar.

Jiang Nanshu tasted a mouthful of shredded potato and found it delicious. Her motions as she ate grew broader.

"This is so good. Brother Qingyan, not to mention anything else, your culinary skills alone could keep me well fed." Jiang Nanshu complimented directly, providing emotional value to Lu Qingyan, increasing his fondness.

Lu Qingyan served Jiang Nanshu a bowl of creamy mushroom soup, "Drink it; it’ll warm your stomach."

When it came to taking care of others, Lu Qingyan really had nothing to criticize.

[No wonder Su Ran can’t stop thinking about you in the story. Out of so many men, you’re first in her heart. One couldn’t reach that level without certain capabilities. After all, the quality men around Su Ran come in all types, with money, looks, and status, just missing a bit of tenderness and patience.]

After all, powerful CEOs didn’t need such things.

But Lu Qingyan was different from them.