The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Chapter 7 Do I Have to Blame Myself for This, Brother?

Although Jiang Zhouye had discovered it in time, and Chen Qian was driven out of the room before any damage could be done, the harm inflicted on Jiang Zhouye's body and soul could not be said to be insignificant.

From that day on, Jiang Zhouye stopped coming home at all, and even if he did return, he acted as if he didn't see Jiang Nanshu; the siblings hadn't exchanged even half a sentence in a year.

"Can you? Nanshu?" Chen Qian couldn't help but ask again.

Had she been a bit quicker that year, Jiang Zhouye would have had no choice but to take responsibility for her, even if just to maintain his reputation. Unfortunately, her shyness caused her to waste precious time.

Each time she thought about this, she regretted it deeply.

She also blamed Jiang Nanshu for being useless, deploying such a small dose of the drug that the person only passed out for a few minutes, not enough time for her to even take off his pants.

Jiang Nanshu lifted the corners of her eyes, her beauty was striking, and when she looked down upon others, there seemed to be no emotion, only a fierce sharpness.

Chen Qian was momentarily frightened, but the next moment, Jiang Nanshu smiled brightly, softening considerably, "Qianqian, you know, my fourth brother is not a good person. Last time he lost his temper so badly that if it weren't for my parents stopping him, he would have taken a knife and killed me. If there's a next time, I'm afraid you'll get hurt."

Chen Qian inwardly cursed, ignorant of the goodness of being in the phoenix's nest.

In her eyes, Jiang Zhouye was the perfect man. Hearing Jiang Nanshu belittle him, she was immediately displeased, "How can you talk about your fourth brother like that? It must be because of something you said that made him like this."

Facing Jiang Nanshu's mocking gaze, she stiffly argued, "I didn't mean to blame you, but he is your brother after all. What's wrong with forgiving him? Besides, with their support, you could subdue Lu Qingyan more quickly."

Jiang Nanshu looked down at her flashy manicure and nodded, seeming to agree, "You're right. Then I'll help you one more time, but you need to seize the chance yourself, okay?"

Chen Qian immediately showed a grateful expression, "Nanshu, with a friend like you, I have no regrets even in death."

"Alright then," Jiang Nanshu smiled deeply in return.

She hoped for no regrets in death since, over her two lifetimes, she had never done a good deed nor had a penchant for helping others fulfill their wishes.

Soon, the car stopped in a narrow alley.

The walls were mottled, covered with moss, and the ground littered with broken stones.

A look of disgust flashed in Chen Qian's eyes; she detested this place.

But in front of Jiang Nanshu, she was like a poor little thing who, even when beaten and scolded, did not fight back, still naively hoping for affection.

Because Jiang Nanshu was the same; aside from wanting to get along with her real family, she only thought about Lu Qingyan, with no room for anything else.

So it was easy to resonate with her.

Following Chen Qian as she led the way, Jiang Nanshu pushed open a decrepit wooden door to reveal a small two-story flat with a narrow yard, cluttered with empty bottles, leaving nowhere to stand.

"Nanshu, I'm sorry, this is how my family lives. My dad should be inside drinking; I'll check on him," Chen Qian said before disdainfully kicking the bottles on the ground with her foot.

Jiang Nanshu's phone rang abruptly in the messy yard.

She took it out and was surprised—it was truly a sight to behold, the first time Jiang Yunchuan had called her.

She hung up without answering.

The next second, it rang again.

She hung up once more.