Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Heart Chilling – True Heart Chilling is Not About Making a Fuss Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Heart Chilling – True Heart Chilling is Not About Making a Fuss Jiang Nanshu slapped his face discontentedly, “How much?”
Liang Ciqiu turned away, suppressing the rampant killing intent in his eyes, “I’m not for sale.”
“Heh,” Jiang Nanshu chuckled lightly, “What are you pretending for? What’s so bad about being with me? Once this chance is gone, it’s gone for good.”
“If it weren’t for your somewhat attractive face, my eyes wouldn’t bother resting on you for a second. Well, if I can’t get the best, settling for the next best to relieve boredom isn’t too bad.”
Liang Ciqiu barely maintained his composure, provoked into laughter by Jiang Nanshu’s words, meaningfully said, “Your fiancé is truly pitiable.”
Jiang Nanshu returned the smile, “Not pitiable, he has someone to feel sorry for him.”
Although she didn’t specify, Liang Ciqiu’s demeanor unmistakably cooled down.
Regarding Su Ran liking Lu Qingyan, he couldn’t be more aware.
Different fates for different folks, similar faces yet completely different lives.
Jiang Nanshu didn’t actually plan to keep him; she was purely trying to disgust him.
The antagonist, after all.
Isn’t some humiliation necessary on the journey of life to rise up and eventually stand up against the male protagonist?
She then left him aside.
Happily sipping on her drink, feasting on fruits fed to her by five male models in turn.
Much like a brothel client lost in pleasures, living a life of debauched dreams.
If she hadn’t accidentally seen Lu Qingyan coming up with a cold expression, Jiang Nanshu would have had a few more drinks, scared sober by the sight.
Who could tell her why Lu Qingyan was here?
At this moment, which persona should she switch to?
Weighing the pros and cons, Jiang Nanshu decided to play the fool, calling the bottle “husband.”
“Wu wu wu, my husband, let me give you a kiss.” Then she fiercely gulped down a mouthful.
Leaving the five male models utterly bewildered.
But Jiang Nanshu was born beautiful and wealthy, and immediately someone came to confess their sincerity, “Sister, forget him and like me, will you? I can’t bear to see you drown your sorrows at the bar.”
“I’m truly envious of your brother having such a wonderful fiancée like you. If it were me, I couldn’t stand leaving you to drink alone in misery.”
“That’s right, that’s right. Though we aren’t as wealthy as your brother, we do have hearts that love you.”
Moved by their words, Jiang Nanshu pushed them away resolutely, “You’re not my husband, I need to find my husband!”
Lu Qingyan stood in front of her, Jiang Nanshu acted as if she didn’t see him, looking under the table, flipping through the sofa, and even rummaging through her purse.
“Wu wu, where is my husband.”
[Dammit, caught red-handed, can I just pretend I didn’t see it?]
Lu Qingyan raised his eyelid, in this circle of seven people, oh no, including Jiang Nanshu, there are seven.
Six men and one woman, quite the setup, all good-looking.
Jiang Nanshu pivoted her steps, preparing to leap at Yang Jiashu trailing behind Lu Qingyan, calculating the chances of success if she ran downstairs, passed through the dance floor and exited the bar.
“Are you my husband?”
Yang Jiashu dodged Jiang Nanshu’s physical assault, adjusting his glasses, pointed behind her, and smilingly said, “Your husband is right behind you.”
Lu Qingyan’s slender, cold white fingertips gently caught her shirt collar from the back, halting her frantic movements.
Jiang Nanshu turned around, her eyes woozy, her gorgeous face flushed like a blooming rose, her slightly parted red lips seemingly enchanting.
Seeing who it was, she clung to him like an octopus.
Her face vigorously rubbing against his chest, her voice overly saccharine:
“Husband, cuddle cuddle.”
[Damn it! Ruined my pleasure, can I still get out?]
The next second she was nearly choked by her collar, Lu Qingyan forcefully pulled her away, his cool eyebrows and eyes looked disdainfully at her, a light smirk on his lips, “Having fun?”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
Pretending not to understand.
Covering her ears, “I’m not listening, you’re romancing Su Ran behind my back, I won’t forgive you.”
[Men who don’t respect themselves, just like cabbages, what’s wrong with me drinking over a broken heart.]
Lu Qingyan gazed at her for a long moment before slowly saying, “Su Ran came to me to repay me; she ran out of the bar’s private room last night, broke a twenty-thousand bottle of wine apart from spending a hundred on her cab service, she asked me to go there to repay me.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
What’s the point explaining to her?
A single sentence had completely clammed Jiang Nanshu up.
[In what era do we still need face-to-face transactions? Is this a spy movie?]
Lu Qingyan: “…”
He was at a loss for words.
He couldn’t just say that Su Ran had her card frozen and only had a hodgepodge of cash on hand?
The man who had been sitting in the shadows stood up, his tone gentle: “Since Miss Jiang has someone to pick her up, we will take our leave now, please remember to settle the bill at the front desk.”
Yang Jiashu’s eyes involuntarily widened when he saw Liang Ciqiu.
He thought his eyes were deceiving him.
How could he see a face that bore a resemblance to Lu Qingyan?
Lu Qingyan’s brows were tightly furrowed, though it was only for a second, he felt the hostility.
That was the last of the area to cover.
Yang Jiashu rubbed his eyes: “Am I seeing things, Brother Yan, that guy looks like you.”
Jiang Nanshu, pretending to be drunk, also found it amusing.
[You’re not seeing things because he is indeed Lu Qingyan’s half-brother from the same father, and he’s even a year older, haha, would Lu Qingyan die of anger if he knew, having another enemy who competes for the family fortune and even his wife.]
Lu Qingyan stiffened up, his grip intensifying.
His grip reddened Jiang Nanshu’s face.
Tearfully looking at him: “Husband, are you angry?”
[Let me give you three counts to let go.]
The next second, the grip in his hand indeed loosened.
Jiang Nanshu adjusted his collar, continuing to lean feebly against him.
Lu Qingyan’s voice was ambiguous: “It does look somewhat similar.”
Yang Jiashu frowned, but didn’t think much further; the Lu family only had Lu Qingyan as the legitimate heir.
He watched the lively scene and chuckled towards Jiang Nanshu: “Second Miss Jiang really has a spirited personality, preparing to find a stand-in since you can’t have your fiancé?”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
She looked aggrieved: “How could that be possible, Brother Qingyan is the only one in my heart.”
[A stand-in for forced love might not be bad, I’d like to try that.]
“Ah! Why did you suddenly pinch me?” Jiang Nanshu touched her slender waist, looking accusingly at Lu Qingyan.
His eyes were indifferent, his tone gentle: “Seeing you’re drunk, just trying to sober you up, don’t come here next time.”
She agreed outwardly: “Mm, I won’t come.”
Inside she was full of resentment: [Who are you to tell me what to do, I will come!]
Eventually, she was taken back to school by Lu Qingyan.
After parting ways,
Lu Qingyan then made a phone call.
His voice cold: “Help me look into someone, his name is Liang Ciqiu.”
…
The consequence of drinking too much strong liquor was a splitting headache the next day.
Jiang Nanshu looked pale, wondering why she still insisted on attending class despite her frailty.
She lay on the desk, her stomach feeling terribly upset, ready to take a nap.
Just then, noisy voices came from outside the classroom, a group of people briskly approached Jiang Nanshu.
The leader, Lin Yueyue, was crying pitifully, pointing fiercely at Jiang Nanshu: “Did you say something to Yun Chuan? He wants to break up with me!”
Jiang Nanshu no longer felt dizzy or had a stomach ache; she was incredibly energized.
“What?! He wants to break up with you?”
The real heartbreak wasn’t loud fights, but when this terrible drama started to develop its own ideas.
Jiang Nanshu slammed the desk, even angrier than Lin Yueyue: “How dare he break up! Come with me, I’ll help you get back together!”