The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Heart Chilling – True Heart Chilling is Not About Making a Fuss

Chapter 27 -27: Heart Chilling – True Heart Chilling is Not About Making a Fuss

Jiang Nanshu slapped his face discontentedly, “How much?”

Liang Ciqiu turned away, suppressing the rampant killing intent in his eyes, “I’m not for sale.”

“Heh,” Jiang Nanshu chuckled lightly, “What are you pretending for? What’s so bad about being with me? Once this chance is gone, it’s gone for good.”

“If it weren’t for your somewhat attractive face, my eyes wouldn’t bother resting on you for a second. Well, if I can’t get the best, settling for the next best to relieve boredom isn’t too bad.”

Liang Ciqiu barely maintained his composure, provoked into laughter by Jiang Nanshu’s words, meaningfully said, “Your fiancé is truly pitiable.”

Jiang Nanshu returned the smile, “Not pitiable, he has someone to feel sorry for him.”

Although she didn’t specify, Liang Ciqiu’s demeanor unmistakably cooled down.

Regarding Su Ran liking Lu Qingyan, he couldn’t be more aware.

Different fates for different folks, similar faces yet completely different lives.

Jiang Nanshu didn’t actually plan to keep him; she was purely trying to disgust him.

The antagonist, after all.

Isn’t some humiliation necessary on the journey of life to rise up and eventually stand up against the male protagonist?

She then left him aside.

Happily sipping on her drink, feasting on fruits fed to her by five male models in turn.

Much like a brothel client lost in pleasures, living a life of debauched dreams.

If she hadn’t accidentally seen Lu Qingyan coming up with a cold expression, Jiang Nanshu would have had a few more drinks, scared sober by the sight.

Who could tell her why Lu Qingyan was here?

At this moment, which persona should she switch to?

Weighing the pros and cons, Jiang Nanshu decided to play the fool, calling the bottle “husband.”

“Wu wu wu, my husband, let me give you a kiss.” Then she fiercely gulped down a mouthful.

Leaving the five male models utterly bewildered.

But Jiang Nanshu was born beautiful and wealthy, and immediately someone came to confess their sincerity, “Sister, forget him and like me, will you? I can’t bear to see you drown your sorrows at the bar.”

“I’m truly envious of your brother having such a wonderful fiancée like you. If it were me, I couldn’t stand leaving you to drink alone in misery.”

“That’s right, that’s right. Though we aren’t as wealthy as your brother, we do have hearts that love you.”

Moved by their words, Jiang Nanshu pushed them away resolutely, “You’re not my husband, I need to find my husband!”

Lu Qingyan stood in front of her, Jiang Nanshu acted as if she didn’t see him, looking under the table, flipping through the sofa, and even rummaging through her purse.

“Wu wu, where is my husband.”

[Dammit, caught red-handed, can I just pretend I didn’t see it?]

Lu Qingyan raised his eyelid, in this circle of seven people, oh no, including Jiang Nanshu, there are seven.

Six men and one woman, quite the setup, all good-looking.

Jiang Nanshu pivoted her steps, preparing to leap at Yang Jiashu trailing behind Lu Qingyan, calculating the chances of success if she ran downstairs, passed through the dance floor and exited the bar.

“Are you my husband?”

Yang Jiashu dodged Jiang Nanshu’s physical assault, adjusting his glasses, pointed behind her, and smilingly said, “Your husband is right behind you.”

Lu Qingyan’s slender, cold white fingertips gently caught her shirt collar from the back, halting her frantic movements.

Jiang Nanshu turned around, her eyes woozy, her gorgeous face flushed like a blooming rose, her slightly parted red lips seemingly enchanting.

Seeing who it was, she clung to him like an octopus.

Her face vigorously rubbing against his chest, her voice overly saccharine:

“Husband, cuddle cuddle.”

[Damn it! Ruined my pleasure, can I still get out?]

The next second she was nearly choked by her collar, Lu Qingyan forcefully pulled her away, his cool eyebrows and eyes looked disdainfully at her, a light smirk on his lips, “Having fun?”

Jiang Nanshu: “…”

Pretending not to understand.

Covering her ears, “I’m not listening, you’re romancing Su Ran behind my back, I won’t forgive you.”

[Men who don’t respect themselves, just like cabbages, what’s wrong with me drinking over a broken heart.]