Jiang Nanshu’s words were so heavy with emotion that nobody could respond in time.
But Jiang Nanshu had already gone inside, her silhouette somewhat desolate.
Jiang Yunchuan and the others felt an unpleasant feeling in their hearts, and their dislike for Chu Muxi intensified. Even after changing bodies, she was just as irritating. She always had that kind of magic.
Chu Muxi bit her lip and, imitating the green tea demeanor Jiang Nanshu used to show the Jiang family, said with dissatisfaction, “How can she blame Mom like that? She’s already been impersonating me and enjoyed your doting for over two months. What more could she possibly want?”
“Shut up!” Jiang Yunchuan yelled furiously, “You’ve got no right to speak here.”
Chu Muxi was startled, her eyes brimming with tears as she played the victim, “Mom, look at Fifth Brother, he’s being mean to me again.”
Every time Jiang Yunchuan thought of Jiang Nanshu hiding in her room, heartbroken, he wanted to strangle the life out of this clueless person in front of him.
Could she not show up ever again?
One Jiang Nanshu was enough; there was no need for her!
Mrs. Jiang also felt some turmoil, the person in front of her—whether it be their natural affection or their speech and mannerisms—were exactly like Jiang Nanshu’s from before, except for a different face, she could almost ascertain that this was the “Jiang Nanshu” who had committed suicide by jumping into the river.
But then again, Jiang Nanshu’s heartfelt words mentioned that this was a soul that had taken over her body?
What on earth was going on?
Her head ached from the thoughts.
However, subconsciously, her heart believed what she saw. Since she had decided to acknowledge this daughter again, she must treat her better.
So she looked coldly at Jiang Yunchuan, “Yun Chuan, from now on she is your sister. You cannot be so impolite!”
Jiang Yunchuan: “…”
Goodness, he was even younger than Chu Muxi, how had she become his sister now?
He rolled his eyes rudely, for the first time cursing in front of Mrs. Jiang, “Heh, she’s nothing.”
After speaking, he went inside. Just one more glance at Chu Muxi and his eyes would hurt.
Jiang Zhouye sneered coldly without a word.
Chu Muxi didn’t care about them. She had finally moved into the home she had longed for.
Excitedly, she pulled on Mrs. Jiang’s hand, “Mom, can I go pick out a room now?”
Mrs. Jiang glanced at Mr. Jiang with his stern face.
Immediately, Chu Muxi put on a wronged expression, “Dad, may I?”
Every time Mr. Jiang heard her call out, he got goosebumps.
Yet, fearing she might attempt suicide again, he decided to just assume she was insane.
Expressionless, he walked inside, “Do as you please.”
He didn’t want to say another word.
If Mrs. Jiang wanted to take in Chu Muxi, then all of Chu Muxi’s expenses would be borne by her alone.
“Mom, I’m going to choose a room now,” Chu Muxi stated excitedly as she ran into the Jiang family’s home.
Mrs. Jiang rubbed her temples wearily, feeling both troubled and obligated to look after her.
After all the commotion that kept her up late into the night, she too was exhausted.
She had barely entered the living room when she heard an argument erupt upstairs.
Jiang Yunchuan’s voice came down, “Heh, can’t you have a little shame? It’s not enough that we let you move in? Now you want to take Nannan’s room too? You really think you can shave wool from a tortoise’s back, so delusional!”
Jiang Zhouye’s voice followed closely, “You better behave yourself. Don’t blame us if we’re not polite to you. There are so many rooms in this house, and you insist on taking Nannan’s? Make it clear, you’re the outsider.”
“Wuwu, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, how can you treat me this way?”
Mrs. Jiang, listening to the quarrel from downstairs: “…”
For some inexplicable reason, life had returned to the chaotic days of the past.
All of her sons were causing a ruckus because she wouldn’t come home.
She took the elevator straight to her floor, ignoring their noise.
Jiang Nanshu in the room wasn’t as heartbroken as they thought.
She sat on the bed, swinging her legs on the edge and feeling quite content, yawning as she listened to the commotion outside.
Without her needing to intervene, Chu Muxi was chased away by her older brothers, gloomy and defeated. This room remained hers.
That transcender thought she could change her fate by coming back, but so what if she could recount the three years she spent with the Jiang Family?
Even if she proved she was the real Jiang Nanshu who had been with them day and night, what of it?
She failed to realize that this family could hear her true thoughts.
She could spout all the lies and twist the truth, and no one would doubt her. They would only trust and pity her even more for her plight.
Jiang Nanshu’s eyes couldn’t help but curl into a smile. How amusing.
See, without lifting a finger, she could have her dead and buried.
[Host, how did she come back again!]Da Shachun had witnessed everything and only appeared once it was completely quiet outside.
It feared a higher-level system carried by a traveler might discover its existence,
and thereby target Jiang Nanshu.
“How should I know?”
Fatigued from sitting, Jiang Nanshu lay down on the soft bed and looked up at the gentle light of the ceiling lamp.
She clicked her tongue lightly, “So hard to kill.”
Da Shachun: […That’s too outrageous, this is the strangest thing I’ve ever seen.]
“No, there’s something even more outrageous. Have you seen dead people come back to life?”
Da Shachun: [???]
[Wuu, don’t scare me, I’m timid, I’m frightened.]
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
“You’re a virtual entity and you’re afraid of that?”
[I’m still a baby, okay? But, Host… what do you mean by dead people coming back to life?]Da Shachun asked, puzzled.
“I’ve been thinking about Zhou Yanxu lately. There was a Zhou Yanxu in my world, and there is one in this world as well. If another world is the parallel world for everyone, where despite different identities and life experiences, appearances are similar… could it be possible that my parents whom I burned to death in the original world and my brother who went insane in the asylum could meet me in another form?”
Jiang Nanshu’s eyes were deep and dark, like an abyssal cold pond without any hint of light.
Da Shachun was startled by her thought: [Your idea is really bold, it’s highly unlikely…]
“But how can you explain Zhou Yanxu’s existence? If his fate was to fight with his brother over inheritance and get framed to death, then it makes sense in this world too. Moreover, I suspect he didn’t die.”
Da Shachun: [That’s crazy…]
[Who would ditch a perfectly good, wealthy life just to die like that?]
Jiang Nanshu half-closed her eyes: “Maybe he didn’t want to live that way, I need to take a trip to Port City.”
Da Shachun really didn’t know where she got the idea that Zhou Yanxu wasn’t dead—it was even more preposterous than the transcender coming back to life. After all, Zhou Yanxu didn’t have a system like she did; how could he have possibly survived a fire?
“I’ll know if I go take a look.”
[You’ve finally got the male lead hooked, at least give him some time to adjust to the idea of your change of heart, oh dear, I really feel sorry for him.]
The male lead was supposed to belong to the female protagonist in the book. According to the original plot, there was only torment between the male and female leads, nothing like Jiang Nanshu’s betrayal.
Even with all the ups and downs, they would eventually end up together.
Jiang Nanshu thought of Lu Qingyan.
She reached out and turned off the bedside lamp switch, plunging the room into darkness.
“Does he matter? He doesn’t.”