The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: The Murderous Maniac has Entered the House!

Jiang Nanshu dodged his hand, thinking she could manage the shallow depth, so she jumped down with a "plop."

She intended to land perfectly, but her feet slipped, and she fell straight into the water.

"Ah... glug glug... help... glug glug."

Jiang Nanshu floundered in the water.

Duan Huaiyu: "..."

He reached out a hand and grabbed her delicate white arm, pulling her entirely out of the water.

Then he put a small yellow duck swim ring around her.

Floating on the surface with the swim ring, Jiang Nanshu wiped the water from her face and met Duan Huaiyu’s speechless gaze, offering an awkward smile, "I’m sorry, I get a bit dizzy in water."

"Hold on and tell me the key points, I have to go home in an hour."

Duan Huaiyu immediately switched back to coach mode, instructing Jiang Nanshu not to thrash about after an accidental fall into the water, and taught her many swimming techniques.

Then he took her towards the center of the pool with the swim ring.

Jiang Nanshu paddled with her arms, listening intently to Duan Huaiyu’s explanations.

Su Ran stood at the edge of the pool, where Duan Huaiyu was the instructor and Jiang Nanshu a guest, which, in itself, was nothing unusual.

She unthinkingly snapped a photo of the scene.

Looking at the picture, where Duan Huaiyu was supporting Jiang Nanshu’s arm as she slid through the water, it seemed harmless live, but the photo might lead to wild guesses.

Regaining her senses, she realized what she had been doing.

She wanted to delete it, but her fingers just wouldn’t tap the button.

"Coach Duan is amazing, it feels like I can swim after your lesson," said Jiang Nanshu after removing the swim ring, trying to move in the water.

"Good, keep it up, swimming isn’t difficult, tell me if your legs go numb to prevent cramping in the water."

A perfectly normal conversation.

Yet Su Ran felt as if Jiang Nanshu was trying to take something from her.

She left the medication on the bench and walked away.

Once outside, her heart raced at the sight of the photo.

She quickly sent it to Cheng An’s chat window.

But within half a minute, she sobered up and hastily retracted it.

How could she do such a thing and deleted the photo decisively? Jiang Nanshu’s private affairs seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Why should she care so much when Lu Qingyan didn’t?

But it was already too late.

Cheng An sent her a question mark: [Ranran, who is Jiang Nanshu with? She really has no shame, flirting with everyone.]

Across the screen, Su Ran’s face turned somewhat unnatural, feeling as if she had done something wrong.

So she hurriedly explained: [Anzi, it’s not what you think, I just encountered her, she’s learning to swim at this pool, don’t spread this around, I just took the photo by chance, I just ran into her.]

After typing her message and seeing that the other party was still typing, Cheng An sent a simple "Okay."

She breathed a sigh of relief.

She rubbed her cheeks, reminding herself never to do such a thing again.

On the other hand.

Cheng An looked at the photo he had saved. He had set special alerts for Su Ran’s messages, so he saw them the instant they arrived.

Seeing it was a photo, he saved it rapidly.

Heh, a wanton woman.

As if he didn’t know who the coach was.

Truly fitting of her.

A secret rendezvous with her lover at a swimming pool.

He had recognized the male model from the bar in an instant, and now here they were, flirting in the pool.

Cheng An smirked coldly, wishing for Jiang Nanshu’s complete downfall.

To show Lu Qingyan what his fiancee, whom he refused to break the engagement with, was really like - just a plaything entertained by many.

He forwarded the photo directly to Lu Qingyan.

With a touch of revenge: [Brother Yan, your fiancee’s off to see a model again. I didn’t spread it, just showing you. Don’t say I’m trying to slander her again.]

After sending the message, he felt satisfied.

Not caring whether Lu Qingyan saw it or not, he bit on his cigarette and played with his handheld game console.

...

An hour later, inside the swimming pool.

Jiang Nanshu had learned to swim and even mastered several strokes: breaststroke, freestyle, dog paddle, and backstroke.

A look of appreciation appeared in Duan Huaiyu’s eyes.

She was the most talented person he had ever taught.

She just needed a little guidance, and she got it.

Teaching her was so satisfying that he could finish work early.

Jiang Nanshu swam over to the edge and climbed up the underwater stairs, grabbing a clean towel from a nearby chair and began drying her wet hair.