Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Get the Harshest Scolding, Earn the Most Money! Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Get the Harshest Scolding, Earn the Most Money! There was no saving her.
Everyone looked at Jiang Nanshu as if she were a fool.
So naively foolish.
Her own brother was trying to protect her, yet she rushed headfirst toward doom—as if her brain had been kicked by a donkey.
Jiang Yunchuan felt quite desperate; sometimes, he was genuinely afraid of her spirit, hellbent on courting death.
Su Ran stepped forward, sturdy and pure as a white flower, “Miss Jiang, my hometown is here, I won’t leave. No matter how much you make a scene or create a fuss, I won’t be afraid of you. Lu Qingyan has his own thoughts; he is an independent person. Clinging to him desperately won’t work, and if you wish to win his heart, maybe try a different approach.”
“Coincidentally, I don’t want to; I’ll just cling to him desperately—whatever he dislikes, that’s exactly what I’ll give him.”
Jiang Nanshu clung to Lu Qingyan again, batting her innocent eyes, “I want to cling to him. What can you do about it? Look, he’s not pushing me away—he likes me.”
Lu Qingyan’s gaze was complex as he watched Jiang Nanshu. Who would have thought this was the girl who loved him so much she’d jump into a river for him?
Her heart bore not a trace of affection.
“Jiang Nanshu, do you want to call off the engagement?”
Suddenly, Lu Qingyan spoke out.
People around were shocked.
Cheng An’s face lit up with joy. So Lu Qingyan finally couldn’t take it anymore, right?
Even Su Ran’s expression froze, her gaze blankly fixed on Lu Qingyan, her heart pounding wildly at his words.
Jiang Nanshu burst into tears, happily crying out, “No, no.”
“The clouds have finally cleared to show the moon; at last, I’ve waited for this moment.”
“Oh, and the ten million.”
“Don’t give me ten million.” Just a fair reminder.
“Half a month from now, my grandfather will celebrate his seventieth birthday. Let’s call it off that day,” Lu Qingyan said before prying Jiang Nanshu’s hands off and walking away.
He wasn’t so cheap as to use marriage to bind Jiang Nanshu. Moreover…
He couldn’t quite understand what he wanted at the moment. To say he liked Jiang Nanshu wasn’t quite right; moreover, Jiang Nanshu didn’t truly like him as it appeared. Rather than going on like this, it was better to go their separate ways.
“Still half a month to go, ah, so hard to wait!”
“Somehow, I’m finding this guy a lot more agreeable now. Once the engagement is called off, won’t my path to wealth and success be wide open?”
That’s one billion.
Once she had the money, she would go straight back.
And send all those who hurt her straight to the mental institution!
She turned around, tears streaming, and glared hatefully at Su Ran, “It’s all because of you. If it weren’t for you, he would never have broken off the engagement with me! I hate you all.”
After saying this, she ran away crying.
“Today’s Friday, time to go home for a great meal. I’ll order a braised pork knuckle, and then a basket of thin-skin crab roe and vermicelli buns.”
Standing on the sidelines, Jiang Yunchuan and Jiang Leyi: “…”
A broken engagement, and look how ecstatic the child is.
The onlookers took pleasure in her misery.
Look at this: Lu Qingyan couldn’t bear this act any longer, seeking a public breakup.
Cheng An was the happiest one among them, “Serves her right!”
Then he couldn’t resist feeling a bit crestfallen.
After Lu Qingyan called off the engagement, he could be with Su Ran openly and legitimately.
This happiness he had felt like stolen moments.
But perhaps it was enough. After all, a knight is supposed to protect the princess from harm.
He looked at Jiang Yunchuan with a sneer, “Your sister is publicly humiliated with a broken engagement, and you’re not protecting her. What will you do if she seeks death or gets into trouble for Lu Qingyan’s sake?”
Jiang Yunchuan looked at him as if he were an idiot, “You’ve been desperately seeking life and death for Su Ran, and she won’t even bother.”
Cheng An’s thoughts were exposed, and his face flushed red.
Su Ran quickly said, “Yun Chuan, Anzi and I are just good friends; don’t say it like that.”
Jiang Yunchuan had been quite hopeful that Su Ran and Lu Qingyan would reignite their past relationship because compared to his crude sister, she had better education and upbringing, and had unexpectedly saved Lu Qingyan’s life, all aspects far surpassing Jiang Nanshu.
But now it suddenly felt off, and he couldn’t quite explain it.
He left them with, “Suit yourselves.”
If one is willing to fight and the other to endure, what could they, the bystanders, possibly say?
It was like his former infatuation with Lin Yueyue. He couldn’t stand anyone saying a bad word about her and was willing to be trapped in the web she wove.
If it weren’t for Jiang Nanshu, he would have remained clueless until death.
…
Meanwhile, on the other side, Jiang Nanshu was feeling so pleased with herself that she was humming a tune.
Da Shachun appeared, “Host, you played a nice move today.”
Jiang Nanshu also thought she did great.
Indeed, Su Ran was Lu Qingyan’s sore spot.
She took out her phone and sent a message to Lu Qingyan, roughly saying that she couldn’t live without him, loved him to death, and if she had sinned, let the law punish her, rather than tormenting her with their broken engagement—those kinds of incessant, clingy words.
“Even if we win this round, we must not be complacent; we must quash any glimmer of hope that might flare up.”
Da Shachun felt quite sentimental.
Jiang Nanshu truly stuck to her path come hell or high water; nobody could shake her resolve.
“It’s just a pity that the Host has to endure so much scolding.”
Jiang Nanshu was exceptionally carefree, “The harshest scolding earns the most money!”
If luck was on her side, she estimated she could complete her task within six months.
Just as in ancient times Goujian lay on brambles and tasted gall, now she, Jiang Nanshu, braved scolding to madly earn a billion.
Having delayed on the playground for quite some time and seeing that it was time for class, and knowing it was too late to run, Jiang Nanshu decided to detour to the bathroom to wash her hands.
She had just reached the door when she found it locked.
Inside came the low sobs of a girl, mixed with the offensive speech and curses of several other girls.
Jiang Nanshu chose to wash her hands between leaving and staying.
The purse didn’t know what it contained; it was covered in a layer of grease on top.
Su Ran’s background was currently unenviable, earning some money by taking web series roles, but once she rose to fame completely, her real identity would also be exposed.
Jiang Nanshu had only seen as far as the original owner’s completion of filming when Su Ran was flamboyantly taken back into the wealthy family, no longer the poor and pedantic woman; the plot to follow was predictable to her without even thinking—it’s likely here that Lu Qingyan would turn dark, with a powerful family backing the female lead, following the usual tragic romance: a crematorium chase for a wife, kneeling and sobbing in repentance until the female lead looks back.
Quite a miserable guy.
Jiang Nanshu knocked on the door, her voice lazy, “Are you done inside? Let me wash my hands first.”
The beating and scolding stopped abruptly, leaving only that low sobbing.
After about half a minute, the bathroom door finally opened.
The girl leading the pack had a lovely face tinged with a viciousness that didn’t match her age.
Seeing it was Jiang Nanshu, she smirked and sneered, “Oh, it’s the bootlicker. Want to wash your hands?”
Jiang Nanshu nodded, “Mhm, thanks, excuse me.”
“Pfft, coward, just like that slut inside,” the girls behind her jeered with mocking tones.
Looking at Jiang Nanshu as if she were trash.
The lovely girl sucked on a mint candy, her eyes narrowed slightly, “Jiang Nanshu, you better not breathe a word about what happened today, or I’ll gouge out your eyes, got it?”
Jiang Nanshu obediently nodded again, “Sure, I won’t say anything.”
Amused by Jiang Nanshu’s compliance, the pretty girl patted her on the cheek and chuckled, “Waste of space.”