Chapter 262: Chapter 262: Meeting Zhou Yanxu
Jiang Nanshu bit her lip, hesitated, and finally spoke softly, “I’m okay, Yichen, my cousin, didn’t do it on purpose. I forgive him.”
Song Yichen: “…”
Heh, she’s really got the nerve.
Still expecting an apology?
In your dreams!
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Mrs. Jiang and Mr. Jiang, struggling to make up her mind: “If mom and dad get divorced, I want to stay with dad. As for my brothers, I respect their choice.”
Jiang Jingcheng drank his water, his face as cold and smileless as the first snow: “I’ll live on my own.”
Jiang Hemian sighed helplessly and shook his head: “Second Brother, take care of me? I’ll live with you.”
Jiang Jingcheng: “Get lost.”
Jiang Yunchuan frowned and looked from Mrs. Jiang to Jiang Nanshu.
He ruffled his hair, somewhat headache-inducing: “I, I prefer dad…”
In fact, he wanted to stay with Jiang Nanshu.
Whether it was because of Six Love Organization or the guilt he felt as a brother for the bad things he’d done to her,
he couldn’t abandon her emotionally.
[Ms. Song, no one in your family wants to stay with you. Haven’t you reflected on your failure?]
Mrs. Jiang’s gaze was fixed on Jiang Nanshu.
Jiang Nanshu blinked, tilted her head, and looked at her confusedly.
Mrs. Jiang hurriedly shifted her gaze.
Jiang Yunchuan broke into a cold sweat.
His sister was great in every way.
It was just that her thoughts could really infuriate people to death, always stabbing right at the heart.
In the end, Old Sir Song spoke, his voice tired: “Enough, let’s leave the matter at that, no more pursuing it.”
Song Kexia’s expression changed: “Grandpa!”
Song Shizhao drank his water indifferently, an expected outcome.
What surprised him, though, was how fiercely the Jiang Family protected Jiang Nanshu.
One middle-aged man, with a meaningful look, glanced at Jiang Yisen and then spoke up: “It’s my son Yichen’s fault—it has nothing to do with Nannan.”
Another pair of middle-aged spouses simply observed everything.
They were Song Yichen’s uncle and aunt,
also Song Kexia’s biological parents.
The issue was resolved lightly and cleverly.
Jiang Nanshu’s smile became much more sincere: “Well then, everyone, please come and eat? The food will get cold and won’t taste as good.”
Madam Song saw her younger son in pain.
She was really dissatisfied with such a handling of the situation.
She couldn’t help being sarcastic: “Some people really can stomach it.”
Jiang Nanshu’s hand holding her chopsticks paused.
The expressions of the Jiang Family darkened again, hadn’t this been enough?
The Song Family’s expressions changed slightly, but ultimately they did not stop Madam Song’s complaints.
Wasn’t it now forbidden to vent a bit of frustration?
And she hadn’t named anyone directly.
Jiang Nanshu picked up her chopsticks and stuffed a bite into her mouth, swallowing before asking curiously, “Great aunt, can’t you eat? None of you are moving your chopsticks.”
They had all started eating on their side.
Not a single person from the Song Family had moved their chopsticks.
Madam Song rolled her eyes secretly: “We can’t eat at all!”
Jiang Nanshu stood up and walked towards their table.
Before anyone could react, she picked up the table and flipped it.
All the dishes on the table fell to the ground, creating a complete mess.
Song Kexia screamed and ran away.
The rest of them were shaken.
Jiang Nanshu clapped her hands, licked her lips, and revealed an innocently sweet smile: “Then none of you should eat, I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable during the meal.”
She called out to her brothers with a beaming smile: “Eat up, quick! The food will get cold and it won’t taste as good.”
The Jiang Family: “…”
They all picked up their chopsticks and started eating eagerly.
Fearing that if they ate too slowly, their table would be the next to be upended.
“They must be starving.”
The entire private dining room was eerily quiet.
Jiang Nanshu had eaten his fill and then returned to school.
As for what the Song Family thought, it had nothing to do with her.
…
Lu Qingyan returned from his business trip earlier than expected.
On Friday afternoon.
After making arrangements for Chen Qian, Jiang Nanshu saw him at the school gate.
He wore a white sweatshirt under a black casual jacket, which made his complexion appear fair.
The wind tousled his black hair, which fell across his eyes.
He exuded a cold demeanor, like the bright moon in the sky, but his peach blossom eyes softened that chill, adding a hint of tenderness. Upon seeing Jiang Nanshu, the corners of his mouth subconsciously lifted into a gentle smile.
“Nannan, I came back early.”
Jiang Nanshu jogged up to him, looking up at him: “Didn’t you say Saturday?”
Lu Qingyan’s eyes twinkled with amusement, “Because someone said they missed me, so I came back.”
Jiang Nanshu blushed slightly, looking down, somewhat embarrassed, muttering: “Just because I say I missed you doesn’t mean you should neglect your work. Grandpa Lu will be upset if you delay things.”
“How could I? He probably couldn’t wait for me to come back to see you,” Lu Qingyan pulled the car door open. “Get in the car, I’ll take you home.”
Jiang Nanshu settled into the car and asked, “Was Port City fun?”
Lu Qingyan buckled his seatbelt and chucked, “Not really, it’s not as fun as Beijing.”
He was on a business trip in Port City.
He had visited the Zhou Family.
The more he learned, the more he realized that Zhou Yanxu was a very impressive person.
He didn’t know if the Zhou Yanxu here was the same person that Jiang Nanshu was looking for.
He hoped Jiang Nanshu wouldn’t see him.
“I haven’t been to Port City yet,” Jiang Nanshu said as she dug out an orange from her backpack to peel and eat.
The scent of the orange wafted through the car.
Lu Qingyan drove carefully, “I’ll take you there for fun when we have the chance.”
Jiang Nanshu smiled at him, “Mmm, okay.”
“Ding…” The cell phone Lu Qingyan placed on the dashboard suddenly rang.
Jiang Nanshu glanced at it; it was a call from Lu Mother.
Seeing that Lu Qingyan didn’t want to answer, she didn’t bother either.
Until the second and third calls…
Jiang Nanshu couldn’t help but say, “Brother Qingyan, your mom is calling you, she must have some urgent matter to discuss?”
[Huh, she couldn’t possibly have contracted the disease and come to her son for help, could she?]
Lu Qingyan’s face darkened.
With his father having contracted the disease, Lu Mother’s situation wasn’t much better either.
He took a deep breath and pulled the car to the side of the road, taking his phone and stepping out, “Wait for me in the car a few minutes.”
After he got out of the car,
Jiang Nanshu looked around inside the car.
She reached out and opened the storage compartment where Lu Qingyan kept his documents.
A white piece of paper fluttered out and fell by Jiang Nanshu’s feet.
She bent down to pick it up, and as the paper turned over to reveal the front side,
Jiang Nanshu’s pupils constricted, her expression turning trance-like as she looked at the top-written name ‘Zhou Yanxu’.
The man in the photo wore a high-end tailored suit, with a clear and handsome appearance, sharp brows, and starry eyes.
His gaze was gentle, and despite the coldness of the photograph, Jiang Nanshu felt as though she was being softly watched by him.
The Port City’s wealthiest, Zhou Yanxu, was only 29 years old when he died.
The image started to overlap with the man from her memories,
A man she had almost forgotten,
But in reality, with just one glance, she remembered him.
Exactly the same, identical to the Zhou Yanxu she had met.
He, too, had died at the age of 29.
Jiang Nanshu’s hand trembled as she held the paper, why…
Why would there be two identical people, even with the same life experiences, in two different worlds?
Even their deaths were due to a fire.