Chapter 109: Chapter 109: I Wouldn’t Dare Let This Dian Gong Apologize to Me Chapter 109: Chapter 109: I Wouldn’t Dare Let This Dian Gong Apologize to Me Jiang Nanshu held up his phone with the camera just turned on: “…”
Great, not a single picture captured.
“Damn it, why is making money so hard!”
Jiang Leyi: “…”
Is the way you’re earning this money even legit?
She watched with great interest by his side, and only when all the brothers had gone in did she tug at Jiang Nanshu, “Let’s go, we’re also heading to the Female Hot Spring House. Mom and I picked out a swimsuit for you; are you going to swim later?”
Jiang Nanshu compliantly followed her, huffing irritably, “Mind your own business. Show me the swimsuit later; if it’s ugly, I’ll just toss it.”
“Hehe, Golden Sister is really good to me. I definitely have to swim; otherwise, how am I going to execute my plan…”
A flash of confusion crossed Jiang Leyi’s eyes.
Plan?
What plan.
But Jiang Nanshu’s inner monologue didn’t continue, and she didn’t push it.
As soon as she turned around, she ran into Su Ran, Chu Muxi, and Cheng An coming over.
Cheng An was talking to Chu Muxi. Su Ran stood silently to the side, clearly not fitting in with the group.
As if she could fit in.
In the original text, most of the misunderstandings between the male and female leads were instigated by Chu Muxi, while the original character could only serve as a catalyst in their relationship.
And all along, the female lead had no regard for Chu Muxi.
Chu Muxi was the first to see Jiang Leyi and greeted her with a smile, “Yiyi.” Then turned to Jiang Nanshu, with the same smiling expression, “Nannan, little sister.”
Jiang Nanshu smiled back, as if they were the best of sisters, “Sister Chu.” Her gaze flitted to Cheng An, mocking, “How come you’re hanging out with this sycophant? It really lowers your value. What status does the Chu Family have, to be associated with the likes of someone with the surname Cheng?”
“Haha, this Chu definitely doesn’t have any good intentions brewing, I’ll give her a covert ribbing first, piss her off.”
Jiang Leyi immediately shifted her gaze to Chu Muxi’s face, noticing her smile pause imperceptibly for a second before quickly lifting again.
It would be different if the Chu Family were still at the height of their power, but these past few years, they really couldn’t compare with the Cheng family anymore, barely maintaining their status due to Mrs. Jiang and Chu Xin’s friendship.
Chu Muxi looked at Jiang Nanshu with a semblance of helplessness, her tone gentle as if joking, “Friendship is equal; it doesn’t distinguish between the high and low. And Cheng An, what have you done to offend Nannan, little sister? Apologize to her at once.”
She wouldn’t have a problem with Jiang Nanshu if she hadn’t brought Cheng An up; thinking about him made her blood boil.
Apologize?
She’d apologize on his grave if she were dead.
“Heh, she can shift the blame elsewhere, yet she clearly knows that Cheng An and I don’t get along and still wants him to apologize to me. Isn’t this slapping his face? Cheng An won’t blame Chu Muxi, who’s obviously unaware of the situation, he’ll just transfer his hate to me. But it’s fine; the list of people who hate me could wrap around Beijing twice.”
Listening to Jiang Nanshu’s inner thoughts, Jiang Leyi knew that someone who understood Chu Muxi’s character would never suspect in this direction, but the more time she spent with Jiang Nanshu, the quicker the truth seemed to surface.
At this moment, her feelings of aversion toward her childhood friend, who she’d grown up with, grew stronger; she might never be as open and sincere with Chu Muxi as she was before.
Jiang Nanshu curled her lip, muttering, “I wouldn’t dare let that Dian Gong apologize to me; I’m afraid of being contaminated.”
Cheng An gave her a cold look but ultimately contained himself.
Considering that the Jiang Family was present, Cheng An wisely chose not to trouble Jiang Nanshu this time, and ignoring Chu Muxi’s words as if he hadn’t heard them, he turned a blind eye to Jiang Nanshu. Instead, he spoke warmly to Su Ran, “Ranran, go soak in the hot springs first. Later, I’ll take you for a walk around the villa. Remember how you wanted to meet Jiashu? I’ve called him over. He’s on his way and should arrive soon.”
“If you don’t want to be with certain people, just go in with Xixi,” Mr. Jiang said. “She’s really nice and will take care of you.”
After giving the advice, Cheng An headed for the Male Hot Spring House.
Chu Muxi looked apologetically at Su Ran, “I’m sorry, I have another friend I’m waiting for. It’s his first time here and he might not find his way. You go ahead, there won’t be any problems here, don’t worry.”
Su Ran just nodded, “Mhm, thank you.”
Then she walked in alone.
“Yiyi, you go in first; I’ll come find you in a bit,” Chu Muxi said, and then she left.
[Friend? What friend? More like someone she’s brought in to cause trouble. I wonder who the unlucky guy she’s chosen is. Tsk, what a pity.]
Jiang Leyi pulled Jiang Nanshu along as they walked in, “Let’s hurry up, Mom is urging us.”
“The friend she mentioned must be another heiress from a wealthy family she called to join in the fun.”
Jiang Nanshu scoffed, “I thought you were her only good friend. Turns out you’re not the only one, eh?”
Jiang Leyi’s expression remained indifferent, “How could I be? Chu Muxi has a wide circle of friends.”
In her rush to soak in the hot springs, Jiang Nanshu hadn’t noticed that Jiang Leyi had gone from calling her “Sister Xixi” to using Chu Muxi’s full name.
It wasn’t until they stepped inside that they realized how spacious it was, with many hot spring pools: single, double, and even larger communal ones.
Mrs. Jiang, clad in a swimsuit, was soaking in a single pool, with Chu Xin right beside her. Chu Xin, in a spicy swimsuit that flaunted her figure, was in the adjacent single pool.
The two seemed to be chatting.
But somehow, Jiang Nanshu could tell that Mrs. Jiang was chatting awkwardly, while Chu Xin, gradually changing facial expressions due to Mrs. Jiang’s perfunctory attention, still continued to bite her tongue and bear it.
She was an ambitious woman, determined to ingratiate herself with Mrs. Jiang to gain advantage.
Jiang Nanshu changed into a new one-piece swimsuit Jiang Leyi had bought for her. The black suit featured floral cutouts that subtly revealed the whiteness of her stomach, creating an allure of partial concealment.
When Mrs. Jiang saw her two daughters arrive, she waved them over eagerly, “Nannan, Yiyi, over here.”
Heaven knows she was almost at her wit’s end chatting with Chu Xin.
After becoming more cautious, Mrs. Jiang realized that two out of three things Chu Xin said were about Mr. Jiang; nothing but praise, followed by inquiries about his whereabouts, which nearly made her nauseous.
If it were in the past, Mrs. Jiang would have certainly been smug, treating praise for Mr. Jiang as if it were praise for herself, proud of her good eye in choosing a man who was both successful and family-oriented.
But now, it had started to feel somewhat different.
Chu Xin’s intentions were clear as day.
When Mrs. Jiang turned away, Chu Xin reluctantly stopped talking.
She too was only in her forties, young-looking as if in her thirties, exuding a seductive charm that the dignified Mrs. Jiang lacked.
And men, they just love Chu Xin’s enchanting style.
The water in the hot spring pool rose above the thighs, and when sitting down, it reached just around the collarbone, making for a comfortable soak.
Jiang Nanshu and Jiang Leyi entered the multi-person hot spring pool next to Mrs. Jiang.
Jiang Nanshu leaned against the other side of the pool’s wall, while Jiang Leyi stayed closer to Mrs. Jiang.
Jiang Leyi politely greeted, “Aunt Chu.”
Chu Xin’s gaze swept over Jiang Nanshu, a flash of disdain briefly visible in her eyes, before turning warmly to Jiang Leyi, “Shuling, your Yiyi is just so beautiful. You and your husband have raised her so well. It’s about time to consider her marriage, right? Who knows which lucky guy will benefit in the future? With a successful father like your husband, those noble ladies will surely trample down your doorstep.”