Chapter 168: Chapter 168: The Three of Us Living Well Is More Important Than Anything Else
Fang Minghe really found everyone related to Jiang Yisen annoying.
Oh, except for Jiang Nanshu, who was very low-maintenance.
He was just here to watch a performance, why should he endure all this?
He didn’t understand.
But he still tactfully declined, “Sorry, Miss Song, I’m not free these days, you should find someone else.”
Song Kexia was not willing to give up and looked at Jiang Yisen for help with a tearful gaze, stomping her feet in annoyance, “Cousin, please speak up for me. I really want to express my gratitude to Mr. Fang.”
Jiang Yisen chuckled, his tone lazy as he chimed in, “Right, Mr. Fang, if you won’t do it for me, can’t you do it for my cousin? She’s not some natural disaster; why are you so eager to refuse? Have you been a virgin for twenty-eight years and now you want to become a monk?”
His words were blunt and straightforward.
But both knew he was just an unruly guy, straightforward and unafraid of offending others, speaking his mind freely.
A flush of red appeared on Fang Minghe’s face, out of anger.
At that moment, Jiang Yisen leaned in, his voice melancholic, “Promise me, I’ll block all the unwanted suitors for you in the future, how about that?”
Fang Minghe’s face tightened, his tone cold, “It depends on your performance!”
That meant there was room for negotiation.
So he immediately smiled broadly, putting his arm around Fang Minghe’s shoulder, and said to Song Kexia, “Just kidding, cousin, he’s just giving me a hard time.”
Fang Minghe: “…”
I’ll endure it for now.
Song Kexia: “…”
Stunned, she watched the two, “You, you guys…”
Jiang Yisen nodded, “Yes, exactly. If you really like him, I can make room for you between us, nothing is more important than us having a good life together.”
Fang Minghe was also stunned.
He hadn’t expected Jiang Yisen to block suitors in this manner.
Not only were the suitors gone, but his reputation was too.
So he shrugged him off and strode forward, “Crazy!”
Jiang Yisen shrugged helplessly and said to Song Kexia, “Tsk, he’s still handsome when he’s angry.”
“Brother Fang, wait for me~”
Song Kexia felt her worldviews shattering.
Somewhat dreamy.
And somewhat annoyed.
So she took a photo of the two arm in arm and sent it directly to Mr. Jiang, briefly explaining the situation, “This is outrageous!”
…
Time passed methodically.
Soon, it was half an hour before the evening’s opening.
By this time, all the dignified guests had arrived.
The people from the Jiang Family arriving at Jing University made sense to the students, but they couldn’t understand why Mr. Fang was also there.
Given the capabilities of the Jing University Principal, it seemed impossible to invite so many VIPs at the same time.
Thus, their seats were arranged at the very front.
The venue was an open-air stage, set up grandly, clearly showing the institution’s emphasis on this performance.
And Director Wen was an old friend of the Jing University Principal, invited to attend, not many knew him.
In the rear-most seats, Jiang Yunchuan pulled Jiang Zhouye to sit behind.
The view here was expansive, not attracting much attention, with Jiang Zhouye wearing a hat and a mask, tucked into the shadows.
Jiang Yunchuan was extremely nervous, “I hope she doesn’t sing, it would be nice if she just danced.”
Jiang Zhouye sighed slightly, “Can she even dance?”
Jiang Yunchuan: “…Cough, wouldn’t it be weird if the song ‘Divination’ was paired with ballet?”
Jiang Zhouye: “…”
“Aren’t you stating the obvious? How can those two possibly match?” Jiang Zhouye paused before realizing, “Are you saying Jiang Nanshu can dance ballet?”
Jiang Yunchuan nodded, “Maybe? I saw a video clip, but I don’t know if it’s real or someone pranking her.”
Jiang Leyi settled next to them, “Just believe in her, why think so much.”
Jiang Yunchuan was surprised at her presence, “Why are you here?”
Jiang Leyi raised an eyebrow lightly, “Why can’t I be?”
“I’m just going to sit here and see who dares to laugh at her!”
She finished speaking with a hum, crossing her legs and folding her arms, her gaze sweeping around.
Yan Yidan was also sitting in the back, quiet and peaceful.
At last, the Lu Family arrived fashionably late.
It was only Young Master Lu and Lu Mother.
The two were ushered to the front row.
Young Master Lu tried his best to appear amiable.
While Lu Mother had a stern face, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, seemingly unhappy about being there.
Upon seeing the Lu Family, Jiang Leyi asked, “Fifth Brother, where is Lu Qingyan? Has he come back?”
Jiang Yunchuan shook his head, “I don’t know, he seems to have a closing act too. If he doesn’t make it, it’s no problem for the act to be canceled.”
As he finished speaking, Chu Muxi’s gentle voice rang out, “You guys are here. Yiyi, I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”
She naturally sat next to Jiang Leyi, looked towards Jiang Zhouye, who was on the far side, twirling the hair by her ear, and asked, “Fourth Brother, isn’t Third Brother here?”
Jiang Zhouye’s brows were slightly furrowed in the dark.
This wretch was still concerned about the Lu Family and even coveted the Jiang Family’s property!
He wanted to snatch everything good; such fortunes didn’t just fall into one’s lap.
His tone indifferent, “He’s in the lab, he doesn’t have a holiday.”
Chu Muxi, sounding disappointed, said, “Alright then, I’ll go to his lab this weekend. I’ve been back for so long and haven’t even treated him to a meal.” She held Jiang Leyi’s hand, “Yiyi, can you come with me?”
The delicate skin made Jiang Leyi feel as though she was being entwined by a snake. She barely resisted the urge to throw off Chu Muxi’s hand, apologetically saying, “Sorry, Xixi, I’m also quite busy during this time.”
“Then maybe Nannan—”
Jiang Zhouye interjected, “She’s also busy. She’s going to a concert with me tomorrow.”
“Alright then, some other time.”
As she finished speaking, the sound of the host’s microphone came from the stage.
The performance was about to start.
The group ceased their conversation.
Su Ran had two acts.
The first act was a ballet dance, serving as the opening act.
Director Wen, upon seeing her, frowned.
He really disliked those who used backdoor connections, and his thoughts increasingly turned to the rejected Jiang Leyi.
He could see she was a good prospect, but unfortunately, the entertainment industry required power to thrive.
He sighed.
If it weren’t for the sake of an old friend, he wouldn’t want to sit through a second of it.
Thus, he watched the performance without any expression.
But what he didn’t like, others did.
As the dance ended, the audience went crazy. Many fans mixed in, incessantly shouting, “Ranran Goddess, kill me! Ahhh.”
The noise was so loud that it could be heard outside the campus.
Lu Qingyan parked his car and walked towards the stage area, passing through a cluster of camphor trees.
The gentle evening breeze carried the fresh scent of the trees, which was refreshing.
It was here that he encountered Jiang Nanshu.
Her slightly curly black hair was tied up, wearing a red and white loosed martial arts uniform, holding a sword in her hand, looking spirited.
The soft sword in her hand flicked a leaf, the leaf seemingly dancing with life on the tip of her sword.
Moonlight poured over her, anointing her with a holy halo.
Hearing movement behind her, Jiang Nanshu turned her head, surprisingly it was Lu Qingyan.
It had been several days since they last met, and he looked the same, sharp and elegantly cold.
[Heh, perfect timing, it’s almost time for your Bai Yueguang’s second act.]
Wronged, she ran up to Lu Qingyan, showing him her red and swollen cheek, “Brother Qingyan, Su Ran bullied me, wuu wuu wuu.”
[So this is what turning the tables on someone feels like, truly exhilarating.]
Lu Qingyan reached into his pocket and pulled out a band-aid with a little bear design, his thin lips pressed tightly together, quietly tending to her wound without a word.
Jiang Nanshu: “?”
[Playing mute now, huh? Your Bai Yueguang has already disassociated from you, yet here you are still playing aloof. And why on earth do you carry a band-aid with you!]
Lu Qingyan finally looked up, his dark eyes reflecting her visage, “What next?”
Blinking her almond eyes innocently, Jiang Nanshu said, “Then I hit her, and I cried too. You won’t blame me, right?”
“…”
“Why should I blame you?” Lu Qingyan asked bewilderedly, his voice calm, “Whether Su Ran laughs or cries, it has nothing to do with me. Don’t tie me with her anymore, Jiang Nanshu, spare me the annoyance.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
[Oh, Lord, this ridiculous plot… Never mind, if I can reel him in and then kick him hard, could I max out the Disgust Value?]