Chapter 47: Chapter 47 I’ll give you one minute to leave, otherwise I’ll stab you to death Chapter 47: Chapter 47 I’ll give you one minute to leave, otherwise I’ll stab you to death Even though Hemian was a research maniac, he had never encountered something so bizarre—he could hear his most despised younger sister’s thoughts!
The world’s top ten unsolved mysteries weren’t as outrageous as this.
“Why aren’t you speaking? Did I disgust you? Haha, I’m really lucky today, just messing around.”
Hemian masked the shock in his eyes, and in the next second, he returned to normal, “It’s all because of you that they hate you. Isn’t it what you deserve? Stop playing the victim in front of me. I can tolerate you once, not a second time.”
His tone carried a dangerous chill, and his eyes hidden behind his glasses were cold and somber, sending shivers down one’s spine.
His darkness was different from the visible madness of Yisen; his was hidden beneath his handsome façade.
Sickly, somber, with a bloodthirsty chill.
Only by immersing himself in experiments could he suppress this nature and appear normal.
Nanshu knew what he meant—he still resented the incident from a year ago that resulted in a broken hand.
“The Ninja Turtles can’t even hold a candle to you. You’re the best at enduring, just go mad if you can’t take it, drama queen.”
Nanshu couldn’t help but internally criticize him and, ignoring Hemian’s increasingly cold demeanor, she sobbed softly, “Please don’t talk to me like this. My severe depression seems beyond cure. I came specially to see if your hand had completely healed… I hope you’ll come home.”
Hemian squinted slightly, and for a moment, he considered taking Nanshu back to the lab for a thorough dissection to study, wondering if he could hear her thoughts due to a resonance caused by their bloodline, or maybe something was wrong with her heart?
After a moment, he emphatically chewed on the words, “Specially?”
Her thoughts didn’t seem so much about caring for him and wanting him to come home as they did about irking him.
Nanshu nodded sincerely, “Yes, I even walked for three hours without taking a car to get here, all to show my sincerity.”
“If it weren’t for the idiot Yisen driving to such a remote place, who would even come here, seriously.”
Hemian: “…”
He showed little expression, “You really went through a lot.”
“It’s not too much trouble, it’s all for you.”
Then Hemian pointed towards the main road, “You have one minute to leave, or I’ll stab you right here.”
Nanshu: “!!!”
“She really is uniquely sick.”
Then her gaze lingered momentarily on his distinctively jointed hand.
“I hope you’ll still be so tough and say you want to stab me when you’ve lost your hand.”
Hemian’s expression changed, about to grab Nanshu, when he saw her run faster than a tornado.
“Well, that’s something. No morals, not giving me a five-second head start to catch you, you little villain.”
Leaving that thought behind, Nanshu disappeared in an instant.
Hemian: “…”
He still remembered how, back then, she stubbornly refused to apologize, insisting they kick Le Yi out first before she would give in. Had it not been for his family’s persuasion, he wouldn’t have been sure he could resist cracking open her head right there to see what was inside.
Then he looked down at his hand.
A year had passed, and his broken hand had healed.
But why would Nanshu’s thoughts mention that he could lose his hand?
…
After running a distance, Nanshu took a Didi home, costing her two hundred bucks, deflating her spirit. Most importantly, she hadn’t managed to feel up his abs; she’d have to pick another auspicious day for that.
So, that was enough hardship for today; it was time for her to rest.
No one was home, so she ate lunch alone and then went upstairs to sleep.
He only woke up in the afternoon. Upon checking his phone, he found 99+ messages from Chen Qian and more than thirty missed calls.
She must have been incredibly frantic.
Luckily, he had turned his phone to silent before sleeping, so he hadn’t been bothered.
After yawning, he slowly responded: “What’s up, Qianqian? Need something?”
Chen Qian replied instantly: “Jiang Nanshu, where have you been! Do you have any idea how crazy I’ve been, not being able to find you?”
Was Chen Qian really concerned about him? Considering she was a friend with impure motives, aiming to harm him for her own benefit, Jiang Nanshu was not about to flatter himself.
It definitely had to do with the matter involving Jiang Zhouye, which she feared more than anyone.
He intentionally waited a few minutes before responding as more messages from Chen Qian came in, inquiring about his whereabouts. Then Jiang Nanshu continued at a snail’s pace: “Qianqian, you really care about me, huh? All this fuss over a mere nap? You’re really my best friend forever!”
On the other side, Chen Qian, seeing the response, was furious. Due to vision issues in one eye, reading from her phone’s screen was a struggle, causing eye pain if viewed for too long. Did Jiang Nanshu even realize the damage he was causing by making her wait for a response?
She held back her irritation and replied snappishly: “Where’s your elder brother? Is he at home? Are you lying to me? If you’re supposed to help me, why did you tell me to come in the morning instead of night?”
The more she thought about it, the more it seemed wrong. Shouldn’t such deeds be done at night? What was the point of going in the daytime?
As a result, this idiot had played disappearing games with her, nearly driving her mad, so her attitude towards Jiang Nanshu was especially poor.
After sending that message, she waited another ten minutes, but Jiang Nanshu still hadn’t replied.
Just as she was about to call him…
She saw Jiang Nanshu had sent an apologetic emoticon followed by a message: “Qianqian, my family is around at night, and the security at the villa is tight. Also, my elder brother is particularly wary of me, so it’s hard to accomplish anything. Tomorrow morning, I’ll drug him, and everyone will be out. Isn’t that perfect for you to come?”
This excuse somewhat satisfied Chen Qian, she smiled contentedly: “Well done, I’ll come over tomorrow then.”
“Sure, good.”
After finishing this last response, Jiang Nanshu slipped on his slippers and stretched lazily.
Tomorrow Chen Qian would be the first to go down.
Once he found the mastermind behind all this, he would send her to accompany Chen Qian.
Evil doers should not remain in this world for they cause more harm; as the Justice Messenger, it’s necessary to bravely stand up and maintain peace at times.
Da Shachun, silently observing everything: “…”
When you say this, doesn’t your conscience hurt?
Oh, right. You don’t have a conscience; you’re an alien.
Jiang Nanshu smacked his lips. Darn it, he was hungry again. Time to head downstairs to find some food.
His mind was fuzzy as he thought:
“How should I drug my elder brother tomorrow? My dear enemy, I’ll protect and guide you. Maybe in his Flower Tea, since he loves drinking it…”
As he opened the door, there stood Jiang Zhouye, frozen mid-knock.
His complexion under Jiang Nanshu’s gaze turned from green to black, then ghastly pale.
So, his sister was serious about drugging him?!
Was he to endure this torment again?
Jiang Nanshu took a step back.
“That scared me to death. You’re not here to harm me, are you?”
Jiang Zhouye: “!!!”
Who the hell is trying to harm whom here!
Jiang Nanshu blinked his dewy almond eyes, feebly saying, “So terrifying, are you going to eat me up? Elder brother?”