The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 I’ll give you one minute to leave, otherwise I’ll stab you to death

Chapter 47 -47 I’ll give you one minute to leave, otherwise I’ll stab you to death

Even though Hemian was a research maniac, he had never encountered something so bizarre—he could hear his most despised younger sister’s thoughts!

The world’s top ten unsolved mysteries weren’t as outrageous as this.

“Why aren’t you speaking? Did I disgust you? Haha, I’m really lucky today, just messing around.”

Hemian masked the shock in his eyes, and in the next second, he returned to normal, “It’s all because of you that they hate you. Isn’t it what you deserve? Stop playing the victim in front of me. I can tolerate you once, not a second time.”

His tone carried a dangerous chill, and his eyes hidden behind his glasses were cold and somber, sending shivers down one’s spine.

His darkness was different from the visible madness of Yisen; his was hidden beneath his handsome façade.

Sickly, somber, with a bloodthirsty chill.

Only by immersing himself in experiments could he suppress this nature and appear normal.

Nanshu knew what he meant—he still resented the incident from a year ago that resulted in a broken hand.

“The Ninja Turtles can’t even hold a candle to you. You’re the best at enduring, just go mad if you can’t take it, drama queen.”

Nanshu couldn’t help but internally criticize him and, ignoring Hemian’s increasingly cold demeanor, she sobbed softly, “Please don’t talk to me like this. My severe depression seems beyond cure. I came specially to see if your hand had completely healed… I hope you’ll come home.”

Hemian squinted slightly, and for a moment, he considered taking Nanshu back to the lab for a thorough dissection to study, wondering if he could hear her thoughts due to a resonance caused by their bloodline, or maybe something was wrong with her heart?

After a moment, he emphatically chewed on the words, “Specially?”

Her thoughts didn’t seem so much about caring for him and wanting him to come home as they did about irking him.

Nanshu nodded sincerely, “Yes, I even walked for three hours without taking a car to get here, all to show my sincerity.”

“If it weren’t for the idiot Yisen driving to such a remote place, who would even come here, seriously.”

Hemian: “…”

He showed little expression, “You really went through a lot.”

“It’s not too much trouble, it’s all for you.”

Then Hemian pointed towards the main road, “You have one minute to leave, or I’ll stab you right here.”

Nanshu: “!!!”

“She really is uniquely sick.”

Then her gaze lingered momentarily on his distinctively jointed hand.

“I hope you’ll still be so tough and say you want to stab me when you’ve lost your hand.”

Hemian’s expression changed, about to grab Nanshu, when he saw her run faster than a tornado.

“Well, that’s something. No morals, not giving me a five-second head start to catch you, you little villain.”

Leaving that thought behind, Nanshu disappeared in an instant.

Hemian: “…”

He still remembered how, back then, she stubbornly refused to apologize, insisting they kick Le Yi out first before she would give in. Had it not been for his family’s persuasion, he wouldn’t have been sure he could resist cracking open her head right there to see what was inside.

Then he looked down at his hand.

A year had passed, and his broken hand had healed.

But why would Nanshu’s thoughts mention that he could lose his hand?

…

After running a distance, Nanshu took a Didi home, costing her two hundred bucks, deflating her spirit. Most importantly, she hadn’t managed to feel up his abs; she’d have to pick another auspicious day for that.

So, that was enough hardship for today; it was time for her to rest.