Mrs. Jiang’s lips quivered, thinking about Jiang Nanshu’s true feelings. It was she who had suffered from Song Yichen’s bullying before she fought back.
Just about to say something.
Her phone rang.
Seeing it was a call from Madam Song, she didn’t want to answer, but the ringtone nagged at her like a death knell, unsettling her.
She finally answered.
Before she could speak, there came crying from the other end, intermittently, "Shuling, you need to feel sorry for my Chenchen. His leg was dislocated, and his wrist was also misaligned. He won’t be able to lift heavy objects for quite some time and needs a long period of rest. Chenchen’s grades aren’t stellar, and he was counting on winning art competitions to study abroad. This incident is such a setback, wuwuwu, what do you expect him to do now? He’s still unconscious in the hospital bed while your daughter is perfectly fine, standing there. It’s too much bullying, Shuling."
Mrs. Jiang turned pale, knowing her family was at fault, her voice lowered considerably, "Elder sister, I will handle this matter. I will explain everything to Chenchen, rest assured."
She hung up, looked at Jiang Yunchuan with a firm voice, "No matter how aggrieved, we cannot resolve issues with violence. She could have talked to us adults, we would have ensured justice. Why did she have to beat Chenchen like that first?"
She couldn’t help but size up Jiang Nanshu from head to toe, seeing her unharmed, she said while holding her breath, "Look, she’s perfectly fine, isn’t she? Where did she get hurt? Now I even have to go to the Song Family to apologize. Jiang Nanshu, you must come with me to the hospital to apologize to your cousin."
After a long time.
Jiang Nanshu finally laughed, "Ensure justice? That day, two people from the Song Family insulted me in the group. Did you stand up for me then?"
Mrs. Jiang’s face stiffened slightly, her voice grew harsh, "It was just some verbal disagreement, nothing serious. We are all family. If we nitpick over this, how can we maintain relationships?"
"Waiting for you to stand up for justice, I would have long been dead in some unknown corner. Thus, if I don’t settle some scores immediately, I end up infuriated. What if I got breast cancer from holding it in? That would be a real loss," Jiang Nanshu retorted sharply, sparing no one.
Hearing the words "breast cancer," Mrs. Jiang went pale.
She was almost visiting the hospital for checks every week now, to intervene early if any issue arose. Thankfully, nothing serious had cropped up.
Mrs. Jiang felt a bit of pain in her heart.
Her memory was filled with the image of Jiang Nanshu from these past three years.
Though she was a bit naive, she prevailed with her tolerance, not as aggressive as the person in front of her. At that time, although she didn’t get along with Jiang Leyi, she was amiable and sought to please others. But this person, who had been here barely two months, had thrown everyone’s lives into chaos.
The Jiang and Song families never had any disputes before.
"Why do you have to exist? Does everyone have to cater to your comfort? You monopolize another’s life and mess up their relationships. Why do you have to be so malicious?" Mrs. Jiang couldn’t hold back anymore.
She wondered why her previous daughter hadn’t come back yet.
The formerly peaceful relationship Jiang Nanshu had with the Song Family was now in shambles because of this person. When she came back and saw this, would she blame her mother for not realizing she was dealing with an imposter?
After all, her affection for Jiang Leyi had once driven the original Jiang Nanshu into a frenzy. If she kept indulging this imposter, if the real one came back, wouldn’t she refuse to forgive her mother?
Monopolizing another’s life?
Jiang Nanshu’s face suddenly turned pale.
Some connections were being made in her mind, but a crucial piece was missing. Jiang Nanshu couldn’t find the answer.
For a moment,
She felt utterly exposed in front of them, as if everyone knew she was an outsider.
She stared intently at Mrs. Jiang, "Whose life have I monopolized?"
"You..."
"Mom!" Jiang Yunchuan suddenly spoke up, looking even worse than Jiang Nanshu, "Enough."
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