Chapter 246: Chapter 246: Sister Is Here!
Jiang Yunchuan finished speaking and left.
He was afraid that if he continued, he would end up arguing with Mrs. Jiang.
Mrs. Jiang was not bad to them, and after all, she was his biological mother. Aside from persuasion, there was nothing else he could do.
Only Mr. and Mrs. Jiang remained in the room.
Mr. Jiang looked at her with some disappointment, “I’ve already investigated the Song family, and Song Shuling, you’d better pray that your Song family hasn’t reached out to meddle in my affairs.”
Mrs. Jiang took a deep breath, “I’ll ask Nannan to come back. Let’s stop here with the investigation. If we continue, Jiang Huanye, how can I go to my parents’ house?”
Mr. Jiang snorted coldly; the deeper he dug into this matter, the filthier it became.
He had already started to look for the nurse who had taken the money to abandon Jiang Nanshu that year.
Once he found her, all the truths would come to light.
…
Jiang Nanshu was awakened by Lu Qingyan calling her.
It was nearly noon by then.
He appeared at the door wearing an apron, his fine eyebrows knitted, “Nannan, why didn’t you eat breakfast this morning?”
Jiang Nanshu sat up in bed with her blanket, looking at him in a daze.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You can’t skip breakfast even if you’re not hungry. It’s bad for your stomach. You can’t do this next time.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
She would eat when there was food; if not, she’d just sleep until noon. Who remembered such a thing as breakfast?
[Sigh, the pesticides have already wrecked my stomach long ago. Isn’t being hungry for a few meals much less scary than that?]
Lu Qingyan’s hand on the doorknob tightened.
Pangs of dense pain swept across his heart.
What on earth had she endured in the past?
“As long as I’m here, you’ll have breakfast every day. Get up and wash up; it’s almost time to eat.”
[Great, I get to eat for free again.]
Jiang Nanshu quickly got out of bed, “Mm-hm, Brother Qingyan, I’ll be right there.”
Lu Qingyan watched her scurry into the bathroom, and his heart grew even more tender.
You won’t suffer anymore in the future, Nannan.
Lu Qingyan prepared the meal all by himself.
They were simple home-cooked dishes, but they looked, smelled, and tasted delicious.
[I can’t believe a young master like you can cook! I’m so surprised.]
“Brother Qingyan, when did you learn to cook?”
“When I was little.”
Jiang Nanshu: “???”
[How young? Did your family really let you cook at such a young age? Shouldn’t the young masters be waited on, hand and foot?]
Lu Qingyan thought about it carefully — it was probably when he was around three or four years old.
At that time, he was locked up all day by his own birth mother, and the only one who would talk to him was the nanny.
She would take care of his daily life and residence.
Aside from the tutors who came and went, she was the only one who would chat with him.
His only joy each day was to ask her about the outside world after classes; the busy streets, crowded malls, and children’s playgrounds filled with kids playing, of which he had never seen.
He could only understand through the snippets she shared. Later, he watched the nanny cook, picked up the steps, and naturally, he learned.
However, when Lu Mother learned that he could cook, he thought that if he made a meal for his mother, she would let him go outside.
Instead, the nanny was dismissed, and he was locked in the basement to study without even a window, forbidden from seeing the outside.
He suffered mental torment, whereas Jiang Nanshu endured physical torture. From some perspective, their experiences were quite similar.
Jiang Nanshu tasted a mouthful of shredded potato and found it delicious. Her motions as she ate grew broader.
“This is so good. Brother Qingyan, not to mention anything else, your culinary skills alone could keep me well fed.” Jiang Nanshu complimented directly, providing emotional value to Lu Qingyan, increasing his fondness.
Lu Qingyan served Jiang Nanshu a bowl of creamy mushroom soup, “Drink it; it’ll warm your stomach.”
When it came to taking care of others, Lu Qingyan really had nothing to criticize.
[No wonder Su Ran can’t stop thinking about you in the story. Out of so many men, you’re first in her heart. One couldn’t reach that level without certain capabilities. After all, the quality men around Su Ran come in all types, with money, looks, and status, just missing a bit of tenderness and patience.]
After all, powerful CEOs didn’t need such things.
But Lu Qingyan was different from them.
The early part of him in the book, though cold, was very gentle; it was much later on that he turned ruthless.
Just that alone was very appealing.
Jiang Nanshu inwardly clicking her tongue in admiration.
Lu Qingyan didn’t know why she brought up Su Ran again.
He had almost forgotten about this person.
A meal was finished in silence.
After placing the bowls in the dishwasher, Lu Qingyan left the house.
The weekend went by quickly.
Each day was spent being fed by Lu Qingyan.
On Monday, when returning to school, Jiang Nanshu ran into her mother, Mrs. Jiang, who had come to school to look for her.
Since they did not know her current address and Jiang Nanshu had blocked everyone’s calls, Mrs. Jiang could only wait for her at the school.
Contrary to Mrs. Jiang’s haggard appearance,
Jiang Nanshu looked radiant and clearly well-off.
She had stopped all of Jiang Nanshu’s cards from the Jiang Family, hoping that once Jiang Nanshu admitted her mistakes, she would smoothly forgive her.
But she had waited for about ten days and still hadn’t seen Jiang Nanshu return.
The phone call the day before last ended unhappily, and upon seeing Jiang Nanshu, Mrs. Jiang felt a momentary awkwardness.
She forced a smile on her stiff face, “Nannan, where have you been living lately? You haven’t come home, and your dad has been worried sick, his hair has turned so much grayer. So, I came especially to find you to bring you home. This Sunday is your nineteenth birthday, and we’ve got everything ready for you.”
Hmm, you must have been forced to come, right? With that reluctant look on your face, old man Jiang must know my address. You didn’t even want to ask, and you say you came especially to take me home? Are you just trying to pressure me into compromising in front of everyone?
Mrs. Jiang was startled.
This Jiang Nanshu really was clever.
She had seen right through her intentions.
She knew that going to Jiang Nanshu’s residence wouldn’t persuade her to come home, so she planned to use the public setting and the persuasion of those around them to get Jiang Nanshu to relent and come back with her.
If this matter were resolved, Mr. Jiang would no longer investigate the Song Family.
She didn’t want to face these truths; they were all in the past, so what was the point of bringing them up again?
It would only drive a wedge between the two families.
“I won’t return. Since you drove me out, the Jiang Family is no longer my home.”
“I didn’t mean to…”
“You just said what was in your heart, Ms. Song. I respect your choice.”
Jiang Nanshu walked around her.
Heh, now that I’ve finally gotten out, how could I possibly go back? After saying that, I must be even more disliked, right?
Mrs. Jiang was furious.
If it was just about making herself unlikable, Jiang Nanshu certainly had achieved that.
This was the first time she had met someone so impervious.
More and more people gathered at the school entrance, and Mrs. Jiang, unable to save face, left directly.
When it was noontime, Jiang Nanshu took a leave from the counselor; she had to attend a parent-teacher conference for Ji Ze.
Ji Ze was waiting early, and the troublemaker boy was also looking forward with great anticipation.
Seeing Jiang Nanshu’s figure approaching, he was even more excited than Ji Ze, “Ahhh, our sister is here! She’s arrived!”
Ji Ze: “…”
“Which is the classroom?” Jiang Nanshu walked up to Ji Ze, looking left and right, noting how many students and parents were there for the parent-teacher conferences.
Ji Ze spoke respectfully, “It’s on the third floor. I—I can take you there.”
He walked ahead, and Jiang Nanshu followed.
Her gaze swept over the troublemaker’s familiar face, and she paused, raising her eyebrows, “You… haven’t we met somewhere before?”
The troublemaker boy chuckled, “Sis, have you forgotten? I’m the one you pinned against the wall and beat up. Look, there’s still a scar on my forehead!”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
How could someone she had beaten treat her so well?!
Could it be that she had hit him too hard and caused some brain damage?
Seeing that he had no intention of retaliation, she simply ignored it.
As she walked onto the playground,
a bottle suddenly hit her head, filled with dirty, milky, sticky, sour yogurt that glistened disgustingly in her black hair.
The bottle rolled away on the ground, Jiang Nanshu’s footsteps halted, and she turned her head to look at the troublemakers.
The leader was Song Yichen, who was laughing hysterically.
“Hahaha, I hit the target, see? Isn’t my aim pretty good?”