Chapter 13: Chapter 13 I don’t want much, just send me money directly Chapter 13: Chapter 13 I don’t want much, just send me money directly Mr. Jiang plopped down on the sofa as if the sky was falling.
Hmm, the bankruptcy of the company would indeed drive him mad.
The Jian Family started by selling soap during the period of the Republic of China and had become one of the top fifty national enterprises.
It was perfect except for being somewhat inferior to the Lu Family.
The company had been running for a hundred years, and its bankruptcy meant not only would he go mad, but he might also lose his life.
And his third son, how could he just die like that?
He really wanted to ask Jiang Nanshu right there and then what their family’s fate would be.
However, he didn’t want to reveal that he could hear her thoughts. His daughter had always been distant from them, so it could be said that it was understandable even if she didn’t care about their life or death.
In the years since she had returned home, he hadn’t paid much attention to her.
Perhaps, this was a way for heaven to let them know her true feelings, to compensate her?
Mr. Jiang had many thoughts in an instant.
His feelings were complicated because Jiang Leyi had been spoiled from a young age, given all their love, and brought up to be a top socialite. Before Jiang Nanshu showed up, Jiang Leyi had always been the pride of the Jiang Family.
Thus, three years ago, when the unrefined and illiterate Jiang Nanshu appeared before them, it was like a rift had been torn in their warm home.
Despite the family’s efforts to satisfy her desires, she remained discontent.
Jiang Leyi wanted to move out and find her biological parents.
But after all, she was a daughter they had raised for sixteen years, and it wasn’t so easy to let go.
Therefore, Mrs. Jiang suggested that the two sisters should get along peacefully.
But Jiang Nanshu’s demeanor changed from gentle initially to extremely radical whenever she saw Jiang Leyi, blaming her for taking away the affection that rightfully belonged to her. As a result, aside from his four sons who had already made achievements, Jiang Leyi seldom came back.
She entered the entertainment industry, spending most of her time living with the crew or at least in the school dormitory.
Jiang Nanshu’s thoughts weren’t on Mr. Jiang, but on selecting a few mental hospitals she thought were good.
Mr. Jiang stood up and suddenly stretched out his large hand to touch her fluffy head.
Jiang Nanshu stiffened, looking at him with puzzled eyes, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Dad just wanted to ask if there’s anything you want for your gift. Your nineteenth birthday is coming up soon.”
[Huh? What’s up with the old man? Being so nice to me all of a sudden, could it be a prelude to kicking me out of the house?]
Mr. Jiang felt bitter inside…
Because they really had thought about it, if Jiang Nanshu continued to be unruly, they would send her away.
So she already knew.
[Then I should take more money. That way I won’t end up homeless after leaving. Affection can betray, but money won’t. It would be nice to buy my freedom, and I promise not to come back.]
She suddenly raised a bright smile and dodged his touching hand, “I don’t really want anything, just direct transfer of money would be fine.”
Mr. Jiang’s hand froze.
His gaze was extraordinarily complex.
It had been more than three years.
He had never really looked at Jiang Nanshu.
What he heard most often was about her causing trouble somewhere or doing some foolish thing.
Always using these lowly and foolish methods to attract their attention.
Both annoying and disgusting to them.
He softly responded with an affectionate smile on his face, “Nanshu is really good, wait for your birthday and Daddy will give you a big red envelope.”
Jiang Nanshu looked as if she had seen a ghost.
What the heck!
She remembered that in the book, Mr. Jiang wasn’t portrayed like this.
“I wish I didn’t have this daughter, huh? How could I possibly be so nice to her willingly!”
“I don’t need your affection, hate me, despise me, please! The Jiang Nanshu who longed for familial love has long since jumped into the river and died, I’m not her!”
Jiang Nanshu screamed inwardly, but her face bore a stiff smile. “Thank you… Dad.”
When he heard the phrase “jumped into the river and died,”
Mr. Jiang left as if fleeing.
So his daughter had become desperate before her suicide?
She used to hope her biological family would love her.
But they never did.
After being revived, she became disillusioned with them and didn’t wish to interfere even knowing the whole family’s fate.
Sigh, Mr. Jiang decided that he needed to pay more attention to Jiang Nanshu from now on.
The doctors had said that letting her grow up in an environment full of tolerance and love might cure her mental illness.
Downstairs,
Jiang Nanshu had decided on a mental hospital.
She then called to the system in her mind, “Tongzi, what’s going on? Why do I feel like their character settings are a bit off?”
The system came online again, remained silent for a while, and then gave the answer, “Host is mistaken, the characters in the book are just like this. Parents aren’t the same as brothers; generally, parents give their children the utmost tolerance.”
“Liar,” Jiang Nanshu rebutted without thinking.
The system, considering Jiang Nanshu’s true experiences, lost its voice but still forcibly explained, “Every parent is different, Host should not generalize.”
She was utterly annoyed, and at the mention of “parents,” her sanity nearly collapsed, “I want to do the mission, I want to go back, I want to personally kill those people, why should I be the one who died, they are the ones who should be dead.”
The system, sweating profusely, “Host, don’t get agitated, there are still many tasks related to Disgust Value to complete, isn’t it still possible to manipulate the male lead? After all, a Disgust Value of 94 isn’t forged; rest assured, I will plan strategically for you to return to your world as soon as possible.”
Jiang Nanshu was somewhat satisfied upon hearing this, realizing there were still future scenarios like pushing the female lead into water, drugging her, and slandering her.
She then became calm again, “Hmm, Tongzi, you’re really nice. To thank you, I’ll give you a name.”
The system felt an electrical surge within, fearing her intentions were not good.
It trembled, awaiting judgment.
Jiang Nanshu furrowed her brows, thought for a long time, then her eyes lit up, “Let’s call you Da Shachun.”
System: “…” Hah, you make me feel disgusted.
“Da represents greatness and accomplishment, Shachun can be taken as a fool’s fortune, full of happiness, and Chun represents spring, the season of hope, I hope you can help me achieve one billion soon, what do you think?”
The system, now formally renamed Da Shachun,
spoke in a monotone, cold voice, “If the Host is happy, no need to worry about us systems.”
“Yep, let’s go with that, it’s nice and easy to remember.”
“Until next time.”
With that farewell, it vanished without a trace.
Yep, with a new name, Da Shachun sneaked away in delight.
Jiang Nanshu felt better again, and upon going upstairs, she encountered Jiang Yunchuan holding a bunch of skincare and makeup products.
He almost dropped them in fright, stuttering, “You, why did you suddenly come up?”
She saw that he was coming from Jiang Leyi’s room.
She calmly took out her phone and snapped a commemorative photo of him, “You’re stealing sister’s stuff, I’m going to tell her.”
The next second, that photo was sent to the family group.
Jiang Nanshu covered her mouth in a feigned apology, “Sorry, sent it to the wrong place, you won’t be mad at me, right?”
“Hehe, so you’re such a delicate man, I’m going to let the whole family know about your girlish heart beneath that tough exterior.”