Chapter 33: Chapter 33 Can We Change This Vulgar Plot Chapter 33: Chapter 33 Can We Change This Vulgar Plot Jiang Yisen straightened up, one hand in his pocket, smiling roguishly as he waved to Jiang Nanshu: “Then, little sister, we’ll meet again next time.”
Jiang Nanshu behaved like a child receiving praise: “Okay, brother.”
After that, Jiang Yisen got into his sports car worth eight figures.
As for the “company bankruptcy” rumor, he was determined to get to the bottom of it with Jiang Nanshu.
“At last, he’s gone. If I had to put up with him any longer, I’d want to slap him across the face. I was barely holding myself back.”
She disdainfully fidgeted with her hair.
“What should I do, I don’t want this hair anymore, wuwuwu.”
Jiang Jingcheng: “…”
“Let’s go, I’ll take you back to school.”
When they arrived at Jing University, thankfully the university didn’t have much of a curfew system, come and go as you please, as long as you were back at the dorm before eleven.
Before getting out of the car, Jiang Jingcheng said, “Today, thank you for accompanying me on this trip.”
Jiang Nanshu’s voice was sweetly obedient: “It’s what I should do, I’m happy to help Second Brother.”
“It’s not hard work, it’s a hard life. Considering how tough my life is, I wish the virus would act up sooner so I can tell you, ‘I know everything, but I won’t say a word,’ and piss you off.”
Jiang Jingcheng wanted to say something else, but Jiang Nanshu ran off as fast as a rabbit.
He suddenly felt at a loss when it came to Jiang Nanshu because she didn’t yearn for familial affection from the bottom of her heart; thus, she could remain indifferent, self-sufficient, and resistant to any friendly overtures they showed.
He suddenly thought of three years prior when Jiang Nanshu brought home the paternity test results.
They felt shock, self-reproach, guilt, but no sign of welcome.
He didn’t understand why after Jiang Nanshu jumped into the river, they could hear her inner thoughts. Could it be… heaven felt sorry for this young girl and wanted someone to love her?
Jiang Jingcheng lit a cigarette, leaning against the car door, gazing at the bright moon and stars in the sky.
He rarely smoked unless he encountered a really vexing issue, which he used to soothe his agitated mood.
After standing there for about half an hour, he drove away.
As soon as Jiang Nanshu returned, she headed straight for the bathroom.
However, upon returning, she saw Xu Xi with two bright red handprints on her face, her eyes swollen like walnuts. Meanwhile, Chen Qian mocked in low voices, “Serves her right. When Xu Xingwan tries to seduce Mr. Bao and can’t be found, who else can they take their anger out on but you?”
Xu Xi hung her head, like a frightened deer.
When Chen Qian saw Jiang Nanshu return, she ordered her as usual: “Nanshu, bring me a basin of water to soak my feet, I want to take a foot bath.”
Xu Xi looked up and met Jiang Nanshu’s gaze, then hurriedly looked away.
So that’s why she smelt odd today – she had been bullied.
Jiang Nanshu looked at Chen Qian and smiled faintly: “Okay, I’ll bring it right away.”
Contempt flashed in Chen Qian’s eyes. Jiang Nanshu had been trained by her to be so obedient, and how satisfying it was to boss around the young miss of the Jian Family herself.
Jiang Nanshu fetched a basin of scalding hot water.
Approaching her, she appeared to be scalded and ended up splashing it all over Chen Qian.
“Ah!!!”
Chen Qian jumped up, scalded all over.
Jiang Nanshu stood there helplessly, vigorously wiping her down: “I’m so sorry, Qianqian, are you okay? I’m so clumsy, even carrying a basin of water is difficult for me.”
“It hurts… get away from me.” Chen Qian pushed Jiang Nanshu away and ran to the school infirmary, enduring the pain.
Jiang Nanshu followed for a few steps: “Qianqian, it wasn’t intentional.”
The next second, she yawned and went straight to the bathroom.
When she came out, the water stains on the floor had been cleaned up.
Xu Xi was holding a mop, hesitantly standing there: “I… I was afraid you might slip and fall on the wet floor.”
“Oh, good job,” Jiang Nanshu said through a yawn, nonchalantly brushing her off, then deliberately dropped some trash on the floor: “Oops, I dropped it. Could you pick it up and throw it in the bin, please?”
Xu Xi bit her lip, and despite her unwilling face, she saw Jiang Nanshu tilting her head looking at her, and still went over to pick up the trash she had purposefully dropped.
“Tsks.”
Jiang Nanshu let out a light chuckle.
Xu Xi’s face turned red.
The laughter was full of mockery.
Jiang Nanshu lay down on her bed, muttering: “You’re still such a goody two-shoes.”
“Good people don’t live long, but evildoers last a thousand years. No wonder I’m so hard to kill.”
Jiang Nanshu truly believed she was hard to kill. In the past, after being locked in a basement for seven days and seven nights, she didn’t die. She didn’t die after parricide, nor from committing many evil deeds—everybody wanted her dead, yet she insisted on living well.
Had it not been for the car accident, she could have continued to cause trouble, but luckily, she didn’t die and simply switched worlds to wreak havoc.
She closed her eyes, “How nice, to have lived another day.”
Xu Xi applied medicine to her own face.
She seemed to remember something and cried with a suppressed voice.
As for Xu Xingwan, who she saw in the dormitory that day—a tall and coldly glamorous girl—Jiang Nanshu rarely saw her.
It seemed that she was working a part-time job outside to support her tuition fees.
As for Mr. Bao, whom Chen Qian had mentioned, Jiang Nanshu had some impression of him. The Beijing Circle was only so big; the wealthy second-generation heirs all basically knew each other.
But this Mr. Bao was a loner, not easy to deal with, and he was already managing the Bao Family’s businesses, giving them even less common ground to talk about.
Most importantly, the Bao Family and the Jian Family were famously fierce rivals in the Beijing Circle.
The Jian Family was brought down by his schemes.
Jiang Nanshu suddenly opened her eyes. Should she start saving money now?
No, that’s wrong, her saving money was useless because once she collected enough Disgust Value, she would leave, so whether the Jian Family went bankrupt or not was none of her concern.
Jiang Nanshu felt like she was a sneaky creature, bounding through a melon patch with all sorts of melons in her arms. This kind of pain with nobody to confide in, no one could understand.
Chen Qian didn’t come back all night, and upon asking around, she had been admitted to the hospital again.
She walked to the sports field and noticed that a crew was setting up on the basketball court.
Hu Ying approached her, blocking her path, “There’s only half a month left until the Mid-Autumn Festival celebration begins. How are your preparations?”
Jiang Nanshu: “?”
She had almost forgotten about it.
And the performance song she chose was “Divination.”
She smiled faintly, “Don’t worry, I guarantee to dazzle everyone.”
Hu Ying couldn’t help but snort with laughter, “Hahaha, I hope by then your singing is as tough as your talk.”
She glanced towards the crew and continued with ill intent, “See that? Su Ran, shining with beauty, diligent and solid in her work, she’s already memorizing lines this early for her upcoming scenes.”
Su Ran wore a light yellow dress, her clear and fresh face stood out like a lotus flower above the water, indeed attracting the attention of many students.
Their high school scenes were wrapped up, so they came to the nearby Jing University to shoot the final parts.
A male actor offered Su Ran breakfast, and with a smile, she expressed her thanks, whereas Jiang Leyi next to her was cold-faced. When another male actor offered her breakfast, she threw it directly into the trash bin.
Witnessing all this, Jiang Nanshu: “?”
Something was off!
[How could she throw away the breakfast from her dear future husband who would pua her!]
Jiang Leyi: ?
She looked at the bewildered male actor with hatred, so it was him—no wonder he was so obstinately courteous to her, harboring ulterior motives.
She coldly said, “Don’t bother offering again in the future. It’s better to keep some distance between men and women.”
The male actor: ?
Who was it that was accepting his gestures of goodwill just the other day?
Jiang Nanshu, filled with question marks and unable to figure out the reasoning, prepared to leave the scene.
Then Hu Ying grabbed her again, “Look quick, your fiancé is being stopped by Su Ran.”
Su Ran, at some point, appeared in front of Lu Qingyan.
He was holding a book, seemingly ready to go to class when she stopped him.
Su Ran held out a bag to him, “To prevent your fiancée from misunderstanding, I won’t message you. Here’s your money back, we’re even now.”
Jiang Nanshu walked up to enjoy the drama, time to stir up some hatred again~
[Here it comes again, this cliché plot—can’t it change a bit, like throwing the money in Lu Qingyan’s face? That would be more interesting.]
Lu Qingyan: “?”
Looking towards the source of the voice, Jiang Nanshu stepped forward and shoved Su Ran’s shoulder harshly, making her stagger, but thanks to Cheng An behind her, she didn’t fall.
Enraged, he fumed, “Jiang Nanshu, are you fucking looking to die?”
Jiang Nanshu snatched the bag from Lu Qingyan’s hand, which had two bundles of money in it, and flung it all over Su Ran, red banknotes fluttering everywhere.
She laughed arrogantly and venomously, “Su Ran, how insincere of you to return money this way. You have to pick up each bill and return it to my Brother Qingyan one by one, got it?”