Chapter 138: Chapter 138 You Are Destined to Lose, She Is Mine Chapter 138: Chapter 138 You Are Destined to Lose, She Is Mine “No need, I’ll buy one outside the school myself in a couple of days.”
Jiang Nanshu pieced her notebook back together—it could still be written in, but the crack made it look kind of ugly.
Xu Xi still couldn’t help but look at Jiang Nanshu’s writing.
Why do people who don’t care about proper work or love studying have such nice handwriting!
“Jiangjiang, you should enter the calligraphy contest—you would definitely win a prize!”
Jiang Nanshu was nonchalant, “The prize money isn’t much.”
Xu Xi: “…”
Turns out you’re a money-grubber.
Jiang Nanshu glanced at her writing. In her original world, she had been a mentor in such national level calligraphy contests. If the money wasn’t good, she wouldn’t bother.
She thought about how she once casually replicated “The Ode on the Red Cliff” by Zhao Mengfu of the Yuan Dynasty, and how it was mistaken for an ancient relic and sent to a museum—an absurd incident.
Of course, none of the great deeds she accomplished in her original world could compare to the explosive news of her being sent to a psychiatric hospital.
And now she could already imagine the headlines after her death in a car accident.
It would definitely be about the news of Jiang Nanshu, the designated heir to the Zhou Family’s hundred-billion fortune, being dead, and that money would transfer to the brother of Zhou Yanxu.
As an outsider, once she was dead, that money would naturally be inherited by relatives with blood ties to Zhou Yanxu.
Jiang Nanshu felt that it didn’t matter whether she got the money, but what she didn’t want, she also didn’t want to advantage those people.
Stupid system! So long had passed, and it hadn’t made a peep about her completing her task, and the system absurdly checked the Disgust Value only once every six months! Garbage!
And the system, dubbed “Da Shachun,” that was cued to be cursed out: […]
It really was more wronged than Dou E!
Jiang Nanshu sulked and lay her head down on the desk.
Xu Xi thought she was still upset about the Cheng An matter, so she consoled her, “Jiangjiang, it’s fine, there should be no blind people daring to provoke you now.”
She glanced meaningfully at Chen Qian.
Huang Ruanting had just now fled, her legs trembling so much she practically rolled and crawled away.
Chen Qian, who was frightened, didn’t attend the second class and took leave to go to the hospital for a check-up.
The collision from Huang Ruanting had caused her some issues.
Jiang Nanshu’s phone on the table lit up—Jiang Yunchuan had sent her a message.
Jiang Nanshu immediately perked up and opened it.
She had caused such a big disaster, even troubling Jiang Yisen.
She didn’t believe that the lunatic wouldn’t hate her, the troublemaker.
Jiang Yisen was very impatient.
Jiang Yunchuan sent her a picture of the Jiang Group headquarters building.
Jiang Yunchuan: [I’m already at big brother’s place. Cheng An’s older brother is here too. Don’t worry, big brother will help you sort this out.]
He also attached a picture of a man in a suit who had about 70% resemblance to Cheng An, entering the Jiang Group building.
Jiang Nanshu bared her teeth in a smile so wide her eyes nearly disappeared.
Great, nobody knew how happy she was. Handing over this mess to Jiang Yisen, how could her Disgust Value not decrease?
She tapped on the screen: [Thank you, Fifth Brother. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t know what to do. You must explain the situation to Cheng An’s brother, I didn’t mean to get him sent to the hospital.]
On the other end, Jiang Yunchuan’s mouth twitched.
Was it necessary to be so overt in hinting?
Was she seeking to amass a higher Disgust Value?
He sighed helplessly and typed: [By the way, your fiancé didn’t go looking for Su Ran. He had to return to the Lu Family for something.]
Jiang Nanshu: “?”
What Lu Qingyan was up to had nothing to do with her.
She didn’t care one bit.
But according to the original story, Su Ran, the chosen female protagonist, definitely wouldn’t encounter any trouble and would be saved by the male lead.
Jiang Nanshu suspected that Lu Qingyan’s tired appearance was because he went to save Su Ran last night!
But why hasn’t Su Ran shown up yet?
This matter is quite puzzling.
Sitting in his private car, at this moment, Lu Qingyan arrived outside the luxurious villa halfway up the hillside.
He sat in the car, holding a sheet of information in his hand.
The top read three words: Zhou Yanxu.
Data found last night.
There was even a photograph.
A very handsome and young man in a clean white shirt, his smile gentle and seemingly heartwarming.
The photo depicted him in his late twenties, the richest man in Port City.
But…
He looked at the information below and felt perplexed again.
The information displayed… this person had died years ago.
Jiang Nanshu was only around fourteen or fifteen years old a few years back, living with her foster parents in the countryside, with no chance to meet such a figure.
Lu Qingyan’s head ached from thinking, so the mystery of Jiang Nanshu’s identity persisted—what exactly was her relationship with this man?
“Young Master, we’ve arrived.”
Lu Qingyan folded the thin sheet of information neatly and placed it in his pocket.
He must continue the investigation; it was imperative to understand where the current Jiang Nanshu came from.
Therefore, he had to interact with her more, piecing together the sequence of this bizarre incident from her inner voice.
Lu Qingyan got out of the car; a breeze swept by, tousling his black, choppy hair, the strands by his eyes swaying slightly—his peripheral vision caught sight of Liang Ciqiu, who had just arrived as well.
And accompanying him was Father Lu.
Father Lu looked at Lu Qingyan’s cool demeanor—he stood expressionless, his dark eyes void of emotion as he watched the two.
Annoyed by his piercing gaze, Father Lu huffed and walked forward, “An unlucky thing.”
Lu Qingyan remained emotionally stable, having accepted from a young age that he was not favored by his parents, so no matter how harshly Father Lu spoke to him, his emotions rarely fluctuated.
Father Lu took a few steps, then turned back and warmly smiled at Liang Ciqiu, “Little Ci, from now on, this will be your home. Everything of the Lu Family will have a part for you.”
In contrast to Lu Qingyan’s coolness akin to the moon, Liang Ciqiu’s appearance was more bewitching. Dressed in formal attire, prim and proper, he smiled at the corner of his lips, “Thank you, Father.”
Father Lu walked away contentedly.
It was as if he’d been provided a pillow as he dozed off.
Heaven had gifted him such a fine true son!
Lu Qingyan walked forward; Liang Ciqiu approached his side and with a taunting laugh, “You’re disliked, aren’t you? Aren’t you angry, little brother?”
Lu Qingyan didn’t even furrow his brow, his voice cold, “Don’t call me that carelessly; I don’t have an older brother.”
Liang Ciqiu laughed it off, “No matter, from today you do, and I’ve yet to formally introduce myself—I am Liang Ciqiu, your brother, one year your senior.”
His tone carried smugness, eagerness to see Lu Qingyan make a fool of himself.
But he was bound to be disappointed.
Having lived in the Lu Family for twenty-one years, Lu Qingyan was an expert at masking emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure. To him, Liang Ciqiu’s words were nothing but the most basic provocation.
“Do you want the whole world to know about your unsavory past? Lu Tingzhan isn’t afraid of losing face because that’s exactly what he looks like. People in the Beijing Circle know that my mother only gave birth to me, her only son. So, what kind of brother are you claiming to be? Don’t embarrass yourself.”
Lu Qingyan retorted, cool and indifferent.
Whatever number of illegitimate sons and daughters Father Lu had was none of his concern, but if these people wanted to live peacefully, they’d better not test his limits.
Liang Ciqiu’s face darkened from the sting.
Then, thinking of something, a pleased smile returned to his lips.
“I’ve lived a hard life and have done all sorts of things. So, Lu Qingyan, I envy you, the young master who knows no hardship, living in a greenhouse. It’s hard for us to empathize, so we’re destined to be enemies,” Liang Ciqiu said, pausing before continuing with a curved eye, “As compensation, I want everything you have, be it wealth, power, or women…”
Lu Qingyan glanced sidelong at him, thinking of his ambiguous relationship with Jiang Nanshu, his eyes chilling.
Liang Ciqiu noticed and rejoiced.
It was rare; he seemed to have made Lu Qingyan angry.
He slightly curled his lips into a smile, thought of Su Ran, and his smile grew wider, his voice low, “You are destined to be the loser; she is mine now.”