Chapter 57: Chapter 57: I recognize you even if you turn to ash, I love you so much Chapter 57: Chapter 57: I recognize you even if you turn to ash, I love you so much The man was still shirtless, while the woman’s snow-white arms were wrapped around his neck, in this dim environment, the scene was chaotic and filled with irresistible desire.
Cheng An, still holding a grudge from being slapped by Jiang Nanshu last time, spoke in a sarcastic tone, “This woman really knows how to play around, Brother Yan, even your grandfather can be mistaken.”
Yang Jiashu glanced at the increasingly cold expression in Lu Qingyan’s eyes and quickly pulled Cheng An aside, “You better stop talking.”
The male models inside, upon witnessing this, began to sweat profusely.
Damn, what kind of wind had blown the Lu Family Crown Prince here?
And if they remembered correctly, Jiang Nanshu was even engaged to him.
Now that she was making intimate gestures with another man in front of Lu Qingyan, they could already foresee that tomorrow’s news about the cancellation of the engagement between the Lu and Jiang families would be explosive.
“Damn, why are you still standing at the door? Come in, my hands are getting tired.”
Jiang Nanshu was truly fed up; was this man still addicted to watching?
Wasn’t he supposed to be angry, pull Liang Ciqiu away from her, and question her in which she would readily respond by saying she had fallen for the stand-in, not just speak of breaking off the engagement but also adding a point to the Disgust Value?
So far, the total Disgust Value was 94.
But a week had passed; having acted for so long, the mission completion hadn’t yet been triggered, and Jiang Nanshu felt the problem lay with Jiang Yunchuan, so she had to try hard on someone else.
Lu Qingyan stepped forward and entered. Yang Jiashu, somewhat nervous, grabbed his wrist, looking out for Jiang Yunchuan’s sake, and still made an excuse for Jiang Nanshu, “Brother Yan, don’t be angry enough to hit someone. She’s still young; it must be these wild men seducing her…”
Cheng An, reveling in schadenfreude, noted, “This scandal, even if Young Master Lu doesn’t agree to call off the engagement, I bet Lu Qingyan’s mother will not let Jiang Nanshu off easily.”
He could already imagine the miserable state of Jiang Nanshu.
Lu Qingyan strode forward, flung aside Liang Ciqiu, and Jiang Nanshu, drunken, smiled at him with blurry eyes, her voice tender, “Brother Qingyan, you came.”
Lu Qingyan, staring at her smeared lipstick, which was reminiscent of the criminally enticing crimson roses that bloomed in the night.
A surge of unexplained anger welled up within him, and even he didn’t notice that he had become angry.
His astonishingly cold face bore no expression as he calmly commanded, “You’d all better keep this matter to yourselves. Get out.”
Eighteen male models panic-strickenly fled out the door, and Duan Huaiyu, looking at the smugly smiling Jiang Nanshu, eventually followed them out with his eyes lowered.
Apart from Yang Jiashu and Cheng An, everyone else had left and even closed the room door.
Jiang Nanshu knelt on the sofa, immediately hugged his waist, looked up at him with an innocent smile, “Brother Qingyan, did you come to take me home?”
Lu Qingyan, usually very gentle and seldom angry, found the situation ridiculous at this moment. He grasped her face firmly, his tone very grave, “Jiang Nanshu, for a moment I thought you were too drunk to recognize anyone.”
“How could I not recognize you? Even if you turned to ash, I would know my love,” she declared.
“Hahaha, here’s your gift, do you like it? Your face has turned green with anger, how can you still bear it?”
Lu Qingyan took a deep breath and forced down his discomfort. He disliked Jiang Nanshu, but she was his fiancée in name. A scandal like this not only tarnished the Jiang Family’s reputation but also the Lu Family’s.
What would outsiders say?
Would they say that Lu Qingyan couldn’t even control his own fiancée?
And the man Jiang Nanshu fancied was this bastard son who resembled him!
Liang Ciqiu expressionlessly put on his clothes and didn’t bother to explain, suddenly realizing that Jiang Nanshu’s idea wasn’t bad overall; upsetting Lu Qingyan was enough.
Lu Qingyan glanced at him, not expecting him to still be so stubborn, entertaining the fantasy of returning to the Lu Family.
“Didn’t I say that if you appeared before me again, letting you go wouldn’t be so simple?” Lu Qingyan’s face was cold and disapproving as he stared at him.
Liang Ciqiu smiled carelessly, glanced at Jiang Nanshu, and provocatively looked at Lu Qingyan, “It doesn’t matter to me whether I leave or stay, but your wife clings quite snugly.”
Jiang Nanshu: “!!!”
[I swear, this is like my long-lost student! He has hit the nail on the head; I’ve got to take him as my disciple. He’s got a way with words.]
Lu Qingyan: “…”
Tears welled up in Jiang Nanshu’s eyes as she snuggled innocently into Lu Qingyan’s embrace, “You’re talking nonsense! How could I possibly hug you? I only hug my Brother Qingyan.”
“Brother Qingyan, don’t believe him; he’s trying to ruin our relationship.”
Lu Qingyan pushed her away and asked word by word, “What kind of relationship do we have?”
Jiang Nanshu sniffled, her eyes slightly red, “So you still like Su Ran, do you? I knew it. With her around, you could never see me. Every time Su Ran is there, you are too. Brother Qingyan, you are really good to her.”
Lu Qingyan was too lazy to explain, feeling somewhat angry and annoyed.
He didn’t know exactly why he was angry, but he really felt like killing Liang Ciqiu.
Seeing him silent, Jiang Nanshu took his silence for consent.
The emotions between the lead characters always needed these supporting characters to bring them together.
Jiang Nanshu looked at him with hurt, “So, in your eyes, it doesn’t matter to you if I’m with any man, right?”
“Right,” Lu Qingyan replied coldly. “I don’t mind.”
[You’d better remember your words today. To tolerate being cuckolded like this, no wonder Su Ran has men coming and going and you just tolerate it, your tolerance truly is remarkable.]
Jiang Nanshu internally scoffed, her face showing even more hurt.
Liang Ciqiu stood up, smiled at Jiang Nanshu, “Then let’s meet up another time. Your fiancé doesn’t mind, so I don’t mind either.”
Lu Qingyan’s demeanor turned icy, his gaze chilling as he looked at him.
[It’s true what they say: a magnanimous man can manage a household.]
Jiang Nanshu was inwardly delighted, but her head felt even fuzzier, doubling her vision of Lu Qingyan. She shook her head to remain conscious.
By the door, Cheng An regarded Jiang Nanshu as a joke, speaking to Yang Jiashu, “I told you Brother Yan couldn’t possibly like such a flirtatious woman. If it weren’t for this marriage contract, Brother Yan wouldn’t have to put up with this. Ranran, she…”
Yang Jiashu swept him a bored glance, “If you really like her, just go chase her. I don’t think Brother Yan really likes Su Ran that much; it’s all the illusion you’ve conjured up. M Country is only a ten-hour flight from Hua Country. If Brother Yan really liked her, wouldn’t he chase her himself instead of waiting for her for three years?”
Cheng An’s face darkened. In his heart, Su Ran, a flawless goddess, could only match up to a paragon like Lu Qingyan.
His family background couldn’t compare to Lu Qingyan’s, his knowledge couldn’t compare, his appearance and demeanor couldn’t compare either.
He was just a rich second generation, living a life of luxury and debauchery, harshly speaking, just a street wanderer.
His family didn’t have a company for him to inherit; with his brother there, he could just live carefreely as a dashing young master, never worrying about food or clothes in his life.
So for someone like him, Su Ran was as pristine as a handful of snow.
He looked down at his phone at the muted video, thinking that only Ranran was worthy of the position of Lu Family Matriarch.