For such insults, Jiang Nanshu didn’t even ripple inside.
In her original world, the life she had after losing Zhou Yanxu couldn’t be described with words.
Zhou Yanxu left her his inheritance, but she was only fifteen years old then.
How was she to survive in a world of jackals and wolves?
Those who used to greet her with smiles now exposed their true nature, hurling extreme verbal abuse at her, berating her for her ignorance and audacity to try protecting that huge fortune.
She had endured imprisonment, broken bones, gunshots, being drugged, and kidnapping. She had fought her way out through layers of danger.
She was an existence everyone feared.
So everyone cursed her as a devil, filthy trash, a byword for not knowing one’s limitations.
The line of people wishing for her death could stretch from the south of Beijing to the north. frёewebηovel.cѳm
She alone could stir up blood and chaos in Beijing.
Jiang Nanshu quietly glanced at Madam Song.
With just one look, Madam Song felt a chill creep from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head, instinctively knowing better than to meet Jiang Nanshu’s gaze.
Then, Jiang Nanshu finally laughed, and the oppressive atmosphere instantly vanished.
She innocently stated the facts, "You say the blood in my bones is dirty, but the blood in my body isn’t just from the Jiang Family. We’ve had a paternity test, Ms. Song."
"Who is Madam Song implying?"
Madam Song realized she had actually been a bit afraid of Jiang Nanshu!
A feeling of shame and anger crawled out from her bones, making her feel embarrassed.
Now hearing Jiang Nanshu’s provocation, she was so enraged she stomped her foot: "I’m only talking about you; don’t drag others into this."
Jiang Nanshu smiled sweetly and obediently, "But Ms. Song is not someone else; she is my biological mother, a member of the Song Family..."
Jiang Nanshu pretended to have a sudden realization, covering her red lips in shock: "Auntie, how can you be like this, how can you insult my mother? You clearly don’t consider her family."
Madam Song’s face immediately changed.
It was refreshing to scold, but she had forgotten, Jiang Nanshu was Mrs. Jiang’s biological daughter. No matter how enjoyable the insult, it would rebound onto Mrs. Jiang.
So she turned to Mrs. Jiang, hastily explaining: "Shuling, I didn’t mean to insult you, I was scolding Jiang Nanshu..."
Seeing Mrs. Jiang’s expression growing increasingly unpleasant.
Madam Song became flustered, "Ah, it’s all her fault; I didn’t mean it like that, Shuling."
"Mom, it’s alright, no problem. Regarding the matter with Chenchen, let’s sit down and talk it over peacefully. What do you think, Cousin Nanshu?" Song Shizhao spoke up.
His refined and handsome face held a smile that seemed to comfortably bask others as if in a spring breeze.
Befitting the Movie Emperor, his charisma was strong.
"How would you like to discuss? It’s not too much for me, as your older brother, to sit in and listen, is it?"
Jiang Nanshu had not yet gotten a chance to speak.
Jiang Yisen appeared at the doorway.
He was dressed in a neat, custom-tailored suit; his bewitching face wore a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
In the past, he appeared carefree and cynical, but now there was a hint of cold estrangement.
He seemed like a changed person, with a light but sinister air about his eyes, intimidating to behold.
Mrs. Jiang stood up abruptly, her actions somewhat panicked: "Yisen? Why are you here? Who let you come? I can handle things here; you should go back to the company, the company matters are more important."
Mrs. Jiang visibly became tense.
Jiang Yisen gave her a glance, quickly shifting his gaze away, the corners of his mouth still smiling: "Now that I’m here, I might as well listen."
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