Seeing that her five brothers looked somewhat displeased, but at least their gazes were on her, Chu Muxi hastily nodded, “It’s me, it is indeed me.”
The others glanced at each other and then looked at Jiang Nanshu, who couldn’t tell what they were thinking from their subtle expressions.
This situation was something she hadn’t anticipated at all.
Who would have thought the time-traveling woman could come back in such a manner.
In reality, as long as she could accurately recount the details of life with the Jiang Family, even if she had changed her appearance it wouldn’t matter. The Jiang brothers weren’t fools. They were all well aware of the kind of interaction they had with the previous Jiang Nanshu.
So before anyone else could move, Mrs. Jiang’s eyes began to redden, “Yes, yes, yes, Nannan once felt guilty for hurting the third brother’s palm and stayed up all night reading medical books. Following the procedures from the books, she made a small box of ointment. She was scared and even begged me to deliver it…”
She clutched Mr. Jiang’s hand, her voice filled with emotion, “She really is our daughter.”
Mr. Jiang’s firm stance at the beginning now showed signs of wavering.
So this was what Mrs. Jiang meant by encountering the original “Jiang Nanshu”?
As implausible as it seemed, since hearing the true thoughts of Jiang Nanshu, it appeared any bizarre situation could be accepted.
“Scoff, a fake, showing up on our doorstep with someone else’s face, crying and bawling, and you all soften your hearts? When you get played by her and the Jiang Family is driven to bankruptcy, I’ll just sit on the side and enjoy the show.”
Hearing the thoughts of Jiang Nanshu, the others suddenly came to their senses.
A fake?
What did that mean?
But Jiang Nanshu didn’t elaborate in her thoughts.
Mr. Jiang pulled away from Mrs. Jiang’s hand, looking coldly at Chu Muxi, “Get her out of here. If she’s mentally ill, she should be in a psychiatric hospital, not causing a scene at the Jiang Family’s door.”
Chu Muxi’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Dad! How could you treat me like this? You used to tell me to think of this place as my own home. I’ve truly come back. How can you send me away?”
Mr. Jiang waved his hand, his face ashen, “Get her out quickly! From now on, no one from the Chu Family is allowed in. Whoever lets them in can get lost too. The Jiang Family has no need for traitors.”
The servants standing outside silently bowed their heads.
Someone violently grabbed Chu Muxi and dragged her away.
Mrs. Jiang wanted to follow.
Mr. Jiang laid down a harsh line, “If you go after her, don’t bother coming back either. Get lost with her!”
With that, he turned and walked away.
But successfully frightened Mrs. Jiang into immobility.
Chu Xin struggled a bit appropriately, “Shuling, brother-in-law, please listen to me explain.”
Mrs. Jiang saw how seductively dressed she was, her face made-up like a blooming flower, incomparably more refined than she knew.
Angrily she burst out, “Chu Xin, our relationship ends here. Don’t come to me anymore; I don’t want a friend like you.”
She didn’t finish her sentence, but the Jiang Family understood what she meant – that Chu Xin would become their stepmother in the future.
Chu Xin turned pale, “Shuling? Just listen to me, Xixi didn’t come here because of me; she sneaked over by herself. By the time I chased after her and arrived, she was already inside the Jiang Family’s home. I had no choice but to follow her in, Shuling!”
But at this moment, inside the villa mansion, no one was listening to her voice.
Until both of their voices utterly disappeared.
The suffocating feeling in the air naturally dispersed.
After a while.
Jiang Yunchuan was the first to snap back to reality. He rubbed his round, overstuffed belly and chuckled, “I’m so stuffed… Fourth bro, how about we take a walk on the lawn behind us?”
Jiang Zhouye had no objections since he had a bellyful of words and didn’t know who to talk to.
He also cleared his throat and said, “Third bro, why don’t you join us? It’s been a long time since we’ve had a good catch-up.”
The gloominess in Jian Hemian’s eyes dissipated as a smile curled at the corners of his mouth, “Sure, second bro, you…”
“Don’t argue, just come along,” Jiang Jingcheng interrupted with an indifferent tone.
Jian Hemian was used to this, “Oh.”
He shifted his gaze toward Jiang Yisen, “What about you, eldest brother?”
Jiang Yisen, hands on hips, frowned with annoyance. Fang Minghe was still sitting inside. Inviting someone for a meal only to have them witness a farce was truly an embarrassment.
“I’ll see out a guest; we can chat about anything else later.” He turned and entered the villa’s grand entrance.
Before long, the tall and upright Fang Minghe followed him out.
As he passed by Jiang Nanshu, his steps faltered for a moment but then he quickly caught up with Jiang Yisen.
Jiang Nanshu saw that Jiang Yunchuan and the others were heading to the back lawn and asked obediently, “Brothers, I’m also quite full. May I join you?”
Jiang Yunchuan was somewhat troubled; they were going to discuss the current situation, how could they speak freely with Jiang Nanshu tagging along?
Jiang Zhouye pursed his lips, his voice much gentler, “Nannan, you go inside first. We’re just going to play some golf in the back…”
[Do you not find it absurd? Playing golf late at night, and specifically when this imposter shows up? Do you think I would believe that? Forget it… I’ll pretend to believe. Wish I hadn’t come back.]
Jiang Nanshu blinked and beamed a bright smile, “Mhm, then I won’t bother you older brothers. If you want some fruit or drinks, just message me. I’ve removed all of you from the blacklist.”
Jiang Yunchuan felt sorry for Jiang Nanshu’s compliance.
Was she also afraid of being distanced from the Jiang Family, thus starting to treat them better?
He couldn’t bear to think that after finally getting Jiang Nanshu to open her heart to them, she could be hurt by the appearance of another “Jiang Nanshu.”
The mere thought made Jiang Yunchuan feel suffocated, unable to breathe.
He forced a smile, which came across as strained, “You better go get some rest, try not to show up in front of mom. We won’t believe Chu Muxi; you don’t have to worry about that. It’s just that mom might… be bewitched.”
Jiang Nanshu pressed her lips together, eyebrows and eyes downcast, “Okay.”
[If they were truly genuine with me, how could they possibly be bewitched? I really hope she doesn’t end up in a terrible situation.]
She turned and walked away.
As Jiang Yunchuan sighed in relief, he felt a pang of loss.
The group made their way to the back lawn. It was a large private golf course, and since it was nighttime, the surrounding lights were on, illuminating the area as bright as day.
Jian Hemian picked up a golf club and tossed one to Jiang Jingcheng, “Let’s hit a couple of balls.”
Jiang Jingcheng didn’t hesitate, “Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve played.”
Jiang Yunchuan: “…”
“I didn’t call you here to watch you guys hit balls,” he interjected. “Let’s talk about Chu Muxi first. Why is she so strange? She knows about our past—who told her?”
Jian Hemian glanced at the ball, swung the club, and the golf ball landed in the first hole.
Jiang Jingcheng wiped his club, then followed through into the hole.
Taking turns, one ball at a time, Jian Hemian found a moment to answer Jiang Yunchuan, “Some powers of ghosts and gods cannot be explained by science, so they are categorized as Aliens, or perhaps they emerge under certain circumstances.”
Jiang Zhouye, sitting in a chair to the side, furrowed his handsome brows and couldn’t help but retort, “Can you say something we can actually understand?”