The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: If you hit my frenemy, you can't hit me anymore, huh

Mr. Chen's sound of swallowing saliva was especially clear in the silent house, as his lascivious gaze roamed over Jiang Nanshu's body, a long string of lecherous chuckles escaping his mouth.

His hand reached for the belt at his waist, step by step drawing closer to Jiang Nanshu: "You're Qianqian's classmate, uncle will take very good care of you."

It seemed Jiang Nanshu was oblivious to the situation, and in the moment he approached, she bowed her head and from a designer LV clutch pulled out a stack of red notes, tossing them onto the table with a coy smile, "Thank you, uncle, this is a small token of my appreciation. Please don't be offended by it."

Mr. Chen's trousers, which he had been about to remove, were rapidly buckled back up in the space of a second. He could no longer recall what he was about to do, as the alluring scent of money in front of him trumped any other desire.

His sleazy demeanor instantly shifted. Mr. Chen caressed the money with a smile that swallowed his eyes, and a sycophantic expression took over his face: "Little Jiang is so considerate, visiting uncle and bringing so many things."

Jiang Nanshu smiled lightly: "Of course, who else is Qianqian's father? She's always mentioning how great you are, saying that having a father like you is the fortune she's accrued from a past life."

Mr. Chen's smile broadened with each word. It was a relief that the wretched girl hadn't brought shame upon their family, and Jiang Nanshu's words greatly pleased him.

"But..." Jiang Nanshu's smooth brow furrowed slightly, as if she was hesitant to speak further.

Mr. Chen's own brows twitched, as he tried to present a gentle façade: "But what?"

Jiang Nanshu sighed, "I didn't expect uncle's life to be this rough. I gave Qianqian 30,000 yuan a week ago, for her to bring back and offer to you. Have you already spent it all? Please don't be frugal, uncle, that money was a gift for you."

Mr. Chen paled in shock: "What? 30,000? That girl didn't give me a single penny!"

Jiang Nanshu's slender fingers covered her red lips in a gasp: "What? Then, the hundreds of thousands that I've lent her sporadically over the past three years, she didn't give any to you? The bag she carries is worth tens of thousands by itself. Qianqian wouldn't use the money meant for honoring you to buy such things. She's extremely filial and always boasts about how well you treat her."

Jiang Nanshu used the word "lend," but at this point, Mr. Chen was seething, teeth gritted, fixated only on the enormous sum of several hundred thousand.

His face turned ashen, veins popping on his forehead, the mention of that large sum by Jiang Nanshu had brought him to the brink of rage.

Heh, she gave him hundreds of thousands?

She'd only give him 500 every month, claiming a wealthy friend pitied her and gave her the money, which she scrimped and saved to support him.

At first, he'd been disdainful—what kind of wealthy friend was so miserly? So it turned out that the wretched girl was two-faced!

And the bag she carried, she also lied to him, claiming it was only a few dozen yuan.

He flexed his fingers, feeling the surge of aggression bubbling in his blood, craving a sight of blood to ease the tension.

Right on cue, Jiang Nanshu produced another stack of money: "It must be that Qianqian forgot. Don't be mad at her, uncle. Use this money to buy yourself a drink."

Mr. Chen accepted it all without hesitation, even asking Jiang Nanshu to sit downstairs for a while as he had something to attend to upstairs.

Apart from hiding away the money, Jiang Nanshu couldn't think of anything else he'd need to do.

But her purpose had been served already—ah, the person to suffer this time would be someone else.

About half an hour later, Chen Qian finally showed up, fashionably late, her heart racing with the guess that her dad must have succeeded, excitement surging through her.

As long as Jiang Nanshu broke off the engagement, the person behind the scenes promised her five million.

And with Jiang Nanshu's indulgence towards her, she just had to cry a little, feign complete ignorance, and Jiang Nanshu would be extra caring towards her again. Not only would she earn a huge sum, but she could also continue to exploit Jiang Nanshu for luxury goods.

With this thought, her mood was jubilant.

But upon opening the door, the scene before her left her stunned. Jiang Nanshu was sitting unharmed on a chair, while Mr. Chen was attentively serving her tea and water.

"You, you two..."

She couldn't believe it. How could they be in such harmony? Why was Jiang Nanshu entirely unscathed?

Jiang Nanshu began with a feigned scolding look, "Qianqian, the tea is in your kitchen cabinet. Are you confused? Oh yes, where's the tea you bought?"