Chapter 94: Chapter 94 I Can’t Stay in This House for Another Second Chapter 94: Chapter 94 I Can’t Stay in This House for Another Second Hemian gently bit into the other side of the apple that Nanshu hadn’t damaged, his eyes shadowed with dark emotions.
A month?
His hand would fracture?
No, it could be completely severed, irreparable kind.
Why would such an accident happen?
Indeed, it’s the unknowns that truly breed tension and fear.
This sister of his seemed to know a lot of secrets that others didn’t.
“Third Brother? You’re back?”
Above on the spiral staircase, a slightly hoarse voice interrupted his thoughts.
Hemian looked up to see an expressionless Zhou Ye descending the stairs.
Nanshu also looked over, saw him holding a cup, and sweetly smiled, “Fourth Brother, are you drinking Flower Tea?”
Zhou Ye coldly glanced at her, Nanshu, unfazed, continued to poke at his sore spot.
With a face full of guilt, she said, “By the way, the day you visited my school, you had a stomach ache. Did you find a restroom?”
Zhou Ye: “…”
Talk about hitting where it hurts.
“Hahaha, stop it, you’re killing me with laughter.”
Hemian faintly raised an eyebrow, interest flickering in his eyes as he too awaited Zhou Ye’s response.
Zhou Ye’s face turned green; he took a deep breath and said word by word, “Thanks for the concern! I found a public restroom.”
Nanshu visibly sighed with relief: “Well, that’s good.”
Deep inside she felt immense disappointment: “I told you not to let them be exposed!”
Damn!
He really couldn’t stay in this house any longer.
Zhou Ye, with a dark face, went to get a cup of hot water.
“Eh? Why do I feel like his throat seems much better? Is it my imagination? At this time, how could he possibly discover that someone is poisoning him? You’re supposed to be the second to enter the ICU after your second brother.”
Zhou Ye took a sip of water, hearing Nanshu’s thoughts, and couldn’t even get mad at her.
It was thanks to her he hadn’t reached a point of no return with his throat. Had it not been for hearing her thoughts, realizing the issue with the Flower Tea while also knowing someone was trying to harm him,
He probably wouldn’t have understood what was going on until he was in the ICU.
Zhou Ye suddenly realized…
Wait, why does his second brother also need to be in the ICU?
He became instantly frantic.
Hemian’s gaze briefly swept over Nanshu and then thoughtfully landed on Zhou Ye.
His voice clear, “Fourth, what’s wrong with your throat?”
Zhou Ye, feeling guilty, glanced at Nanshu who was still unaware, and cleared his throat, “It’s nothing… just overdid the singing practice, it will heal with some rest.”
Hemian responded, “Hmm, make sure to rest well.”
“Then, I’ll be going up first.”
Nanshu scratched her head.
“Is there another problem I haven’t caught up with yet?”
She turned to look at Hemian, saw him still fiddling with a knife, and immediately took a step back, “Well… Third Brother, I’m going up too…”
“This family is too scary for me to stay even a second longer!”
Hemian: “…”
Not until Nanshu’s figure had disappeared.
Did Hemian start to think about the information he needed to gather.
Beyond his potentially severed hand, the fates of his brother and sister didn’t seem promising either.
From Nanshu’s thoughts, it was clear Zhou Ye had found out about the poisoning of his throat and had taken early precautions, hence the improvement.
Observing Mrs. Jiang’s quickly changing expressions when hearing about his hand possibly breaking,
He could deduce.
Aside from him, the entire family likely could hear Nanshu’s thoughts.
And everyone acted as if they were unaware, all following Nanshu’s outspoken thoughts.
He looked down at his slender hands, so where should he be taking precautions?
Nanshu hadn’t voiced that in her thoughts.
His eyebrows furrowed, it seemed he could only wait until that day to approach Nanshu for solutions.
With this thought, his brows suddenly smoothed out.
A gentle knock sounded at the villa’s door.
Hemian turned to see Housekeeper Qian standing respectfully at the doorway with a kind smile, “Young Master, someone outside is looking for the second young miss.”
He mildly raised an eyebrow, “Who?”
“The young master from the neighboring villa. He says his diamonds are missing, suspects that the second young miss… oh no, there’s conclusive evidence determining it was the second young miss,” Housekeeper Qian’s amiable demeanor remained unchanged, as if merely passing along a message, yet his eyes shimmered with a desire for gossip.
Hemian: “…”
Jiang Nanshu stole diamonds from next door?
He didn’t believe that. Weren’t there diamonds at home?
Why take someone else’s?
Until a delicate-looking four-year-old kid showed up with a tablet playing a video of Jiang Nanshu acting sneakily.
He slightly closed his eyes and instructed the maid beside him, “Please call the second young lady down, and, by the way, ask her if she really ‘helped herself to’ someone’s diamonds.”
He emphasized the last sentence heavily, believing Nanshu would understand.
The little kid, dressed in gray shorts and a matching shirt, with his tiny arms and legs, stood puffing up in anger in the middle of the living room.
In his hand, he also had a stack of information about Nanshu that the housekeeper had collected in three minutes, accurately locating the house next door.
He hummed out a nasal sound, and the housekeeper beside him was holding a fluffy white dog, squatting at his feet.
His nose was red, and he wanted to touch it but dared not.
His round grape-shaped eyes looked around left and right.
Hemian didn’t often come home, so he didn’t know who lived in the neighboring villa or recognize who this young master belonged to.
Upstairs, the maid knocked on the door.
Jiang Nanshu opened the door, and the maid immediately said, “Second young lady, the young master from next door accuses you of taking his diamond and demands its return.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
How did they know she was just touching the diamond!
With a furrowed brow and an indignant tone, she exclaimed, “What? This is slander! How could I possibly sneakily take someone else’s things! It’s defamation! I’m going to sue them!”
The maid: “…”
Her voice lowered a bit, “Right, there’s evidence of you making a hole to retrieve the diamond.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
Alright, alright, playing it this way.
She had checked repeatedly and had gone there only after confirming there was no surveillance!
With a deadpan face, she continued to argue: “That must be edited, just wait for me to come down.”
Closing the door, she looked at the half palm-sized diamond, somewhat worried—getting caught now would really prove the evidence against her.
Doesn’t she have any dignity?
“Da Shachun, can you hide something for me?”
Da Shachun: [ … Sorry, dear, the system has not yet developed the function to help conceal stolen goods.]
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
What do you mean stolen goods!
This is her spoils of war.
It seemed the only option was to fight fire with fire, believing the most dangerous place would be the safest.
Five minutes later, Jiang Nanshu, wearing a cross-body bag, appeared in front of everyone.
The little white dog, upon seeing a familiar face, barked incessantly at Jiang Nanshu.
It felt like seeing an “old acquaintance.”
If it weren’t for the old housekeeper holding it back with a dog leash, it might have dashed over the next moment to express its “enthusiasm.”
Jiang Nanshu looked down at the little kid with a cold face and blurted out, “Little punk, are you the one accusing me of stealing?”
[Ahh, defense breached, no one would guess the diamond is in my bag! I’ll just sneak it back later, who could know I ever took anything, divine spirits above and below, aid me through this ordeal!]
Hemian looked at her bag: “…”
How could you be so brazen!
The little kid puffed up his cheeks, a blush possibly passing over his pale face at the sight of Nanshu.
His originally angry voice unconsciously softened, even stuttering a bit: “It was, it was you who took this young master’s diamond, it’s my toy! You, give it back to me!”
Jiang Nanshu teared up with envy.
What a family.
Such a large diamond was just a toy!
She never thought she’d bully a little milk baby one day.
“The video is edited, it wasn’t me!” Jiang Nanshu stuck to her story.
Tears welled up in the little kid’s dark grape eyes.
He looked at Jiang Nanshu, wanting to cry but not daring to.
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
Maybe she should just give it back now…
Just as the thought crossed her mind,
Jiang Yunchuan’s voice came from outside: “Brother Yan, my sister is definitely at home. Why don’t you go back? I’m afraid she’ll cling to you again, and that would be annoying for you.”
“Never mind,” Lu Qingyan’s voice was clear and cool.
The two walked to the door together.
Suddenly, the little kid burst into a shocking cry and rushed toward Lu Qingyan, “Wuu wuu wuu, little uncle, that bad woman took my toy!”