Chapter 36: Chapter 36 Why is This Hand So Provoking? Chapter 36: Chapter 36 Why is This Hand So Provoking? “Slap.”
Jiang Nanshu instinctively backhanded her in return.
The pretty girl’s face turned to the side, revealing a red palm print; the mint candy in her mouth was crushed, slicing her oral mucous membrane, and finally, she spat a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva onto the ground.
Jiang Nanshu looked at her hand in shock; before the pretty girl could speak, she preemptively admitted her fault with a hint of shame, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why, my hand—it has a mind of its own.”
Everyone’s eyes were wide with surprise, as if they hadn’t anticipated Jiang Nanshu would back down so readily.
What a venomous excuse that was.
“Heh,” the pretty girl’s face twisted momentarily, “Jiang Nanshu, you’re asking for death.”
Jiang Nanshu really felt she couldn’t explain herself, why was her hand so eager to act up? After hitting Cheng An, now she had hit another.
It even made her own hand hurt.
But Jiang Nanshu thought that to apologize sincerely was the only way to get forgiveness.
She pushed the girl away, afraid her hand might get any more ideas.
With a serious face and all earnestness, she explained, “Listen to me, it wasn’t my intention to slap you, but rather I’ve had hypersensitive muscular reflex syndrome since I was a child.”
The pretty girl was baffled, “What does that mean?”
Jiang Nanshu was a bit troubled, raising her own hand and finally admitting the truth, “It’s like this, I didn’t want to hit you, but it wanted to slap you.”
They couldn’t believe there was such a shameless person in this world, blaming their own hand for not obeying them after hitting someone.
The pretty girl was so angry she wanted to slap her back.
Jiang Nanshu, with quick eyes, spotted someone passing by and urgently shouted, “Oi!”
The crowd: “…”
It was at that moment the pretty girl stopped her motion, her gaze reluctantly fixed on Jiang Nanshu, while the person passing by was a female Journalism teacher.
She immediately walked over to the pretty girl with a smile, trying to ingratiate herself, “Miss He.”
Her smile cooled when she looked at Jiang Nanshu, “Why aren’t you in class yet? If your dad hadn’t donated several buildings to the school, do you think you could have entered Jing University? Not appreciating this hard-earned opportunity, always skipping classes, causing trouble—you might as well not attend at all, a waste of resources.”
Jiang Nanshu was tired of these lectures, being scorned as a troublemaker who wouldn’t obey didn’t make this one any different.
She rubbed her ears, defiantly saying, “Got it, now off you go and play.”
The female teacher’s face turned red with anger.
The pretty girl, maintaining her elegant and ladylike image since she couldn’t hit Jiang Nanshu, held in her anger and whispered lowly, “You bitch, just you wait.”
Jiang Nanshu directly tattled, “Teacher, she’s threatening me, wants to hit me.”
However, the teacher acted as if she heard nothing, greeted the pretty girl, and left, without even glancing at Xu Xi, who lay on the floor.
The pretty girl sneered with contempt and glanced at the corridor’s surveillance camera, restraining herself.
After everyone had left,
Jiang Nanshu finally looked down at her hand.
Damn it, not just a layer of oil, but also a layer of powder!
How thick must’ve been the foundation she’d slapped off.
Rushing to wash her hands.
Xu Xi stood up, leaning against the wall; she had several footprints on her, but the group was clever enough not to hit her face.
No doubt under her clothes, she was black and blue.
“Thank you,” Xu Xi murmured low.
Jiang Nanshu’s gaze didn’t rest on her, “Don’t thank me, I didn’t help you.”
She muttered to herself, “I just wanted to wash my hands, how did I run into such bad luck, oh well… one more grudge won’t make a difference.”
“He Lianzhi is her name, the young lady of the He Family, and also Bao Yan’s fiancée,” Xu Xi spoke up.
She quickly tidied her clothing and hair in the restroom mirror before cupping water to wash her face, erasing the tear stains.
“Mm,” Jiang Nanshu responded, a twinge of sorrow in her voice, “It’s so annoying, my hand really hurts.”
Xu Xi pulled out a tube of ointment from her pocket, grabbing Jiang Nanshu’s hand and applying it to her red and swollen palm, “Rub it in and it’ll stop hurting.”
Jiang Nanshu struggled a bit, but Xu Xi gripped her tightly, as if in doing so she could offer her some comfort.
The cool ointment on Jiang Nanshu’s palm, Xu Xi’s usually cherubic face seemed somewhat thinner, her eyes no longer as bright as they had been days before.
Jiang Nanshu glanced down at her, noting the tears in Xu Xi’s eyes, and then looked away, “Tch, really pitiful, getting hit for nothing and too scared to even mention it to Xu Xingwan. You, with your fondness for looking after others’ feelings, just swallow down the bitterness.”
She pulled back her hand and smiled, “Thank you for the ointment.”
Watching Jiang Nanshu’s carefree departure, Xu Xi’s eyes held a trace of envy. She had heard of Jiang Nanshu’s deeds, how for three years she shamelessly chased after Lu Qingyan, hostile towards every female that got close to him, labeled the top ‘loyal dog’, disliked by her family, the school, and even her fiancé.
Yet she seemed indifferent to what others said about her, relentlessly pursuing her own goals all the same.
Who could persist for three years like that?
Who could disregard insults, derision, or mockery, seemingly heartless and unbothered?
Was Jiang Nanshu really malicious?
Xu Xi didn’t know, but if she could, she too wanted to be like Jiang Nanshu—at least she wouldn’t be bullied.
She wiped her tears with her sleeve, feeling despair well up inside. Xu Xingwan’s life was already difficult, she hadn’t been back to school in days, and He Lianzhi came from a wealthy family. They, ordinary folks, simply couldn’t compete.
If this continued, dropping out would be the only path left for her.
…
By the time Jiang Nanshu got to the classroom, the female teacher was already lecturing.
She marked Jiang Nanshu’s name as absent on the attendance sheet.
This affected Jiang Nanshu’s credits at school; without enough, she wouldn’t be able to graduate.
But Jiang Nanshu still listened attentively; she was determined to overshadow the female lead, to make her feel humiliated.
At lunchtime, Su Ran and their crew were all eating in the university cafeteria, but Jing University’s main cafeteria had several halls, and Jiang Nanshu avoided the largest one, needing to take a break from the exhaustion.
So when she heard that Lu Qingyan had once again coincidentally met Su Ran in the cafeteria, someone made sure to tell her, curious about her reaction. After all, just that morning, Lu Qingyan had announced his intention to call off the engagement.
Did they really need to tell her such trivial news, and expect her to write an effusive 800-word congratulatory essay?
In the afternoon, Chen Qian returned from the hospital.
Her eyes had almost become infected, and a layer of skin had been burned off her leg, now covered with a thick layer of ointment.
It was only then that Chen Qian began to realize—could all of this have been Jiang Nanshu’s doing on purpose?
Starting from her attempt to frame her, which backfired miserably.
However, Jiang Nanshu’s actions completely dispelled her suspicions, as she guiltily stuffed ten thousand yuan into her hand for medical expenses, expressing deep remorse for her careless behavior.
She whispered to her, “Come to my place this weekend, and I’ll send my fourth brother to your bed.”
Chen Qian’s heart pounded, her eyes shining, “Really?”
Jiang Nanshu looked a bit aggrieved, “Qianqian, we’ve known each other for so long, don’t you know my character? I’ll definitely accomplish what I promised you.”
Huh? Jiang Nanshu has character?
If that were true, she wouldn’t have drugged her ‘fourth brother.’
Despite her inner disdain, her face showed excited anticipation, “Nanshu, having a friend like you, I’m truly blessed.”
Jiang Nanshu messed with her hair playfully, “I’ll make you even more blessed.”