The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271: Chapter 271: Would it kill you to share your beautiful wife?

Jiang Nanshu, who was pinned down, just looked at him with teary eyes, "My stomach hurts."

Lu Qingyan admitted defeat, stood up, released her, and turned off the computer. He then picked her up horizontally and carried her into the bedroom.

Jiang Nanshu clutched his collar, nervous, "What, what are you doing?"

Lu Qingyan, with a stern face, said, "With you like this, what else could I do?"

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

He placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and then took a set of clothes from the wardrobe in the bedroom and went straight into the bathroom.

She slept in a daze, feeling the dip on the side of the bed, and burrowed towards the warmth. A warm, large palm lay on her abdomen, reducing her pain.

The lights were turned off. Only then did Jiang Nanshu open her eyes, inexplicably, she didn’t want to see Lu Qingyan’s gentle face.

In the darkness, she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Ah Yan."

"Hmm? You still haven’t slept?" Lu Qingyan responded.

His cool voice resonated near her ear, carrying a faint scent of cedar.

"It hurts," she said.

Her arms tightened around him, drawing warmth from his body.

The old Jiang Nanshu would never admit she was in pain.

When Zhou Yanxu initially brought her home, she was suspicious and wary, never showing any discontent for fear that he would find her troublesome and send her back to the hellish place she came from.

Later, she had gotten used to it, never speaking of hardship or fatigue; she would never share her inner thoughts with anyone. Zhou Yanxu liked to see joyful things, and she behaved lively and cheerful every day, hoping to make him happy by seeing her.

After Zhou Yanxu died, due to the disputes over his estate, she hovered between life and death multiple times. They beat her with sticks, breaking her hands, and mockingly asked if it hurt.

Even if the cold sweat soaked her hair and her eyes darkly fixed on them, she would still grin and reply that it didn’t hurt.

This pain was nothing compared to the shattered ruin they became later under her schemes.

Lu Qingyan sat up again and turned on the bedside lamp, "There’s pain medication here, take some."

"Being warm is good enough."

Lu Qingyan reached out and touched her sweat-soaked forehead.

He got up, fetched some warm water, brought the medication, "Take this, and I’ll take you to the hospital tomorrow."

Seeing that Lu Qingyan insisted, Jiang Nanshu somehow got up again, her face droopy as she took the medication, "It didn’t use to hurt before, it must be a complication from that time I jumped into the river."

[Couldn’t I just take some sleeping pills instead of jumping into the river and ruining my body? That transcender’s brain is really messed up.]

[Ah, if Lu Qingyan were to find out I’m not the original Jiang Nanshu, would he still be so good to me?]

Lu Qingyan took the empty water cup from her, "Still thinking of suicide?"

Jiang Nanshu paused, looked up at him.

His expression was calm, and his tone was serious, "Speak."

Jiang Nanshu shrank her shoulders, intimidated, "How could I dare to, I’m really afraid of pain."

[I’m not sick, why would I keep trying to kill myself.]

Lu Qingyan somewhat believed her.

After taking the medication, she felt much better and was able to sleep normally.

And she had Lu Qingyan, this warm human-shaped pillow.

She slept until daylight.