Chapter 106: Chapter 106 We Can’t Be Friends Chapter 106: Chapter 106 We Can’t Be Friends Cheng An’s face slightly turned pale, fear arising in his heart.
He wasn’t afraid of Jiang Nanshu, Jiang Leyi, or Jiang Yunchuan.
What he feared were the other members of the Jiang Family.
The aloof Jiang Jingcheng was the leading figure in the medical field; one should never offend a doctor.
And the deeply mysterious Jiang Hemian was a secretive figure; little was known about him, except that he often stayed in the lab and rarely appeared in public, yet he had created numerous miracles in the scientific community.
And Jiang Zhouye was extremely popular in the entertainment industry, flying all over the world in recent years. It was rare enough that he showed up at Fenglin Villa.
When it came to Jiang Hemian’s words, Cheng An’s lips trembled, not daring to retort. The real insult made him anxious just standing there.
[Jiang Nanshu felt exhilarated. “So brave, but sadly, you won’t live long as a bootlicker.”]
The Jiang Family had its cannon fodder, but even they didn’t have as many roles in the drama as this bootlicker, Cheng An, and the whole family had dropped out midway.
The male and female leads directly started a new chapter.
Without Jiang Nanshu, the evil female supporting character, there would be another to take her place.
Jiang Nanshu folded her arms, acting high and mighty, “Keep yelling, continue yelling! Why are you silent now that my brothers are here? Aren’t you the tough one? Weren’t you going to introduce those second-rate rich kids to Jiang Leyi? Come on, tell my brothers about it. You all witnessed the Jiang Family’s doting on her before my return, didn’t you? Even if she is a fake heiress, as long as the Jiang Family acknowledges her for one day, she is part of the Jiang Family.”
It was the first time Jiang Leyi heard Jiang Nanshu acknowledge her as part of the Jiang Family.
Her eyes welled up with warmth.
She blinked, unable to cry.
In case her sister knew she was moved, she might start hating her again.
Better this way, let her sister apparently continue hating her while she secretly cared for her.
Cheng An took a deep breath, ignoring Jiang Nanshu’s taunting words, and put on a rascally smile as if at ease, “Third Brother Jiang, I was just joking with them. I was actually here for Brother Yan.”
Jiang Hemian evaluated them with his gaze, a few strands of long black hair falling along his face. He smiled, “Are you having an affair right in front of our Jiang Family? Or are you trying to start a love triangle?”
It was only then that Lu Qingyan spoke, “I have nothing to do with them.”
He even stepped back to distance himself from the implication.
Let someone else take the blame for that mess.
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
[Scumbag!]
Lu Qingyan: “…”
He really wanted to know why he was being called a scumbag.
There was a past between him and Su Ran, but no future.
Jiang Jingcheng’s indifferent gaze seemed to have figured out the situation.
The affairs between Lu Qingyan and Su Ran were known throughout the upper circles.
It was nothing more than the typical drama of a Cinderella trying to climb up the social ladder and leaving with money when she failed. No matter how complicated the process was, giving up meant giving up, and your flowery words couldn’t change the fact that you took the money and left.
“Does your eldest brother know you’re always fighting over women?” Jiang Jingcheng asked.
Upon hearing his elder brother mentioned, Cheng An shielded Su Ran, “Ranran and I are friends, even if my big brother knows, it won’t change this fact. She is a girl, and it’s a man’s duty to protect women.”
He sounded so casual.
Completely unaware of the disdain in the eyes of the entire Jiang Family.
So foolish…
Who knew how the Cheng family managed to raise such a naive young master.
Jiang Jingcheng’s gaze swept past Su Ran’s face. She was clenching her teeth in humiliation as she looked at the Jiang Family members.
Turning away, he left a nonchalant remark, “Then you better protect her well, and not hand her over to others, adding trouble.”
Jiang Hemian was not as easy to talk to as Jiang Jingcheng.
Women were never as interesting to him as his experiments.
His voice was deep with laughter, “She looks just like that, not even as pretty as my Nannan.”
Jiang Nanshu, who was eating melon seeds, said: “…”
[Very well, you little rascal, with just one sentence you made two, no, three people hate me. How dare you slander Lu Qingyan’s Bai Yueguang.]
She timidly touched her own face, then took a small mirror out of her bag, her face full of ecstasy: “Oh my, Third Brother, I’m not as good as you say, although I am indeed prettier than her. Can I crown myself the top beauty of the Beijing Circle?”
The Jiang family: “…”
You’re not doing yourself any favors by stirring up hate either!
Jiang Zhouye shrugged, his voice hoarse: “A mere clown. If it wasn’t for your elder brother’s sake, you really think you’re something special? Get some skills before you try to protect women.”
Then, feeling bored, he walked forward: “Come on in, I could have taken several baths in the time we’ve been chatting.”
Shang Xu pulled Jiang Nanshu inside, his small face flushed, his voice excited: “I want to bath with brain grandma, ah, no, with Sister Nanshu.”
“Let’s hurry, don’t let our little uncle catch up.”
Jiang Nanshu: “???”
She looked down at the little sprout at her feet with a complex gaze.
Shang Xu looked up at her, his childish voice much lower: “Sister Nanshu, when will you call off your engagement so I can marry you?”
Jiang Nanshu nearly choked on her own saliva.
She scowled: “You’re only four years old! How can you marry me!”
Shang Xu blinked his innocent grape-like eyes: “But I will grow up, wait till I’m grown up, I will marry you.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
Kind of makes sense, but what to do?
But won’t she grow up too?
Finally, charmed by the child’s naive words, her tone softened a bit: “But we have a fourteen year age difference…”
“Fourteen years, that’s an insurmountable gap, Xiao Xu.”
Shang Xu pouted: “No it’s not. I love Sister Nanshu. No matter how old Sister Nanshu is, I will still like her very much. So, Sister Nanshu, if you break up with your little uncle, can you marry me please?”
As he spoke, he clung to her, wanting Jiang Nanshu to hold him.
Except for the first day when he was all puffed up, he was quite cute at other times.
Jiang Nanshu bent down and held him in her arms, coaxing as they whispered: “Then you convince your little uncle to break the engagement, and I’ll wait for you to grow up.”
Shang Xu’s eyes lit up, he nodded vigorously, and pecked a kiss on Jiang Nanshu’s face: “Mm, you have to wait for me to grow up.”
In Shang Xu,
Jiang Nanshu seemed to see her past self.
That small, frail, helpless child, waiting for someone to embrace and warm her.
She was also naive like Shang Xu, foolishly holding onto Zhou Yanxu and not letting go.
She told him to wait for her to grow up.
…
After everyone had left,
Lu Qingyan finally turned to Su Ran and the other: “Not being involved is the right ending, Su Ran, we can’t be friends.”
Having said that, he quickly followed Jiang Nanshu.
Su Ran watched his receding figure.
She chuckled bitterly: “Anzi, is Qingyan’s dislike for Jiang Nanshu fake? Is it because of me that he is taking revenge like this? I actually feel sorry for Jiang Nanshu.”
“It must be tiring to cling to a man who doesn’t love her. If Qingyan is doing this to take revenge on me, involving an innocent girl, isn’t that tragic?”