When Chu Muxi saw her, she was reminded of the time she was played by her, who had clearly promised to return the body to her, but she ran away instead, even flicking her “Soul Body” toward Chu Muxi, unable to follow her anymore.
She sneered with a resentful look in her eyes, “Jiang Nanshu, you didn’t expect this, did you? I’m back again.”
Jiang Nanshu glanced at her, “Oh.”
Chu Muxi choked up and continued through clenched teeth, “This time I’m back I will for sure take back everything that belongs to me!”
“Oh.”
“I’ll have you swept out of the door, you only deserve to go back to a slum like the Ji Family.”
“Oh.”
“Heh, no matter how calmly you try to act, you can’t hide the panic inside. Now they all know I’m back, and you, the fake, will be getting the hell out soon.”
Jiang Nanshu lazily lifted her eyelids, “Oh.”
Chu Muxi, “…”
“What do you mean! You’re brushing me off.”
“Excuse me, don’t block the way.”
Seeing Jiang Nanshu about to sit in her usual spot, Chu Muxi quickly put the breakfast she had specifically ordered from the kitchen on her spot.
“This is where I’m supposed to sit.”
Jiang Nanshu looked at the curry rice in front of her, picked it up, raised her hand, and directly dumped it on Chu Muxi’s face.
“Excuse me, I told you you’re in the way.”
Her center of gravity thrown off, she immediately fell, sitting on the ground.
The porcelain plate shattered, and Mrs. Jiang, hearing the noise, came out from the kitchen.
Seeing the freshly cleaned floor now a mess again, she became so furious her face turned green, “What’s going on with you two now?”
“Wuwuwu, Mommy, Jiang Nanshu is bullying me.”
Chu Muxi used her hands to wipe away the clumped-together rice, and the brown sauce, now smeared by her hands, looked somehow disgusting. Mrs. Jiang felt slightly nauseous, but she forcefully suppressed it, her mood growing even more volatile.
“You smashed her breakfast?”
Seeing Jiang Nanshu sitting nicely in her spot, even having the nerve to eat the breakfast prepared in front of her, she was filled with anger that had no place to go.
“Uh-huh,” Jiang Nanshu directly admitted, “She took my spot first, I wasn’t happy, so I hit her.”
Mrs. Jiang’s breath caught in her throat.
Again, over such a trivial matter.
Always resorting to hitting others over some petty issues.
Just a spot, was it such a difficult thing to just let it go?
Just like with Song Yichen’s incident.
It was just a joke throw of a bottle at her, and she beat him up like that.
Just because she wasn’t happy, she had to take it out on others.
If she had once thought about being kind to her daughter after hearing her heart’s desire to change her destiny, after deeper interaction, she realized, she and Jiang Nanshu had completely different views.
They couldn’t even communicate on the same frequency, even their way of dealing with people was different.
She took a deep breath, afraid that Jiang Nanshu would run away from home again because of her words, after all, her husband had already put the harsh words forth—if Nannan leaves, he would divorce.
Then she turned to Chu Muxi, unable to restrain her anger from spilling onto her: “What’s the point of taking her seat? Can’t you sit anywhere else? Is it only her seat that’s so appealing?”
Having her face smothered by Jiang Nanshu and being scolded mercilessly by Mrs. Jiang made Chu Muxi feel extremely wronged.
But she had always kept a low profile in the Jiang Family, hoping that the family would stand by her side. She was already used to Mrs. Jiang’s blame and immediately apologized: “I’m sorry, Mom, it was my fault, making things difficult for you, I will definitely change next time.”
Mrs. Jiang’s mood suddenly cleared.
If the person who had to apologize to the Song Family last time had been her, none of this would have happened.
“It’s good that you understand.” Mrs. Jiang’s face softened considerably.
[Loyal like a dog, until in the end, left with nothing!]
Listening to Jiang Nanshu’s inner sarcasm, Mrs. Jiang felt a mix of anger and helplessness.
The girl was just obedient, something she could never learn in her lifetime.
After breakfast, in front of the whole family,
Mrs. Jiang spoke directly: “Xixi, I will take you to your grandfather’s house for a visit.”
Chu Muxi’s eyes shone, clapping her hands: “Great, I haven’t seen grandfather and the others for a long time, I miss them so much, Mom, when do we go?”
“Right now.”
Mrs. Jiang looked at the two sons who were still at home.
One was Jiang Yun Chuan, the other Jiang Hemian.
And Jiang Jingcheng had already left early in the morning, today he was scheduled for ER duty, and Jiang Zhouye had left for work before dawn in the nanny car, spending the least time at home out of everyone.
She asked the two of them: “Do you want to come? Last time, grandfather was so angered he ended up in the hospital, he’s been grumbling about why you didn’t come to see him. Let’s take this opportunity and go together.”
Jiang Hemian tied back his shoulder-length hair and put on a black duckbill cap, exuding an androgynous beauty.
Hanging his clothes over one arm, he declined politely and elegantly: “I apologize, but the research institute needs me for an experiment today, maybe next time.”
Jiang Yun Chuan wiped his mouth with a napkin and also refused: “I have a pile of work waiting for me at the company, I don’t have the time either, why don’t you get Dad to accompany you.”
He paused before continuing: “Moreover, I don’t like them, it’s upsetting being there. Anyway, grandfather doesn’t like me, so there’s no point in giving him more trouble.”
“What nonsense are you talking about, you’re his own grandson, how could he possibly not like you? He’s just been a little strict with you guys, and sometimes strictness is a form of love.”
Jiang Yun Chuan looked at her incredulously: “That’s strictness? He barely hides his disdain. He’s strict with us, but dotes on his own grandchildren?”
“I used to wonder, when our fourth brother and Yiyi entered the entertainment industry, he would criticize them as clowns seeking attention and tarnishing the family name. Yet when his own eldest grandson enters the industry and even becomes a Movie Emperor, Song Shi Zhao then becomes the family’s glory and pride.”
At this point, Jiang Yun Chuan was nearly choked with disgust: “Right, and when we were a little mischievous as kids, not fond of studying, we were labeled as aimless, doomed to become despised street thugs. But when his own young grandson performs poorly at school, it’s because ’the pressure is too great,’ so he’s overly indulged. How double-standard can you get? His grandchildren can do no wrong, but we’re just inferior?”
Mrs. Jiang knew about all these things Jiang Yun Chuan was talking about; that’s why she had always wanted to cultivate all her children to be successful, to earn her father’s praise and prove that her education methods were successful.
Unable to resist retorting, she said: “You should also thank your grandfather. If it weren’t for him, where would you get the motivation to excel? Each one of you is a dragon amongst men, and half of that is thanks to his strict teaching.”
Jiang Yun Chuan was nearly suffocating.
He had never realized how brainwashed his mother was by his maternal side; now, her words laid everything bare, she was nothing short of a loyal dog to the Song Family.
He patted his chest: “Alright, I won’t argue with you. If you think grandfather is so great, then take Chu Muxi and stay with him for a while. I guarantee you won’t make a peep once you’re there.”
“Hmph, that’s exactly what I intended. I don’t want to come home for a while anyway, so I don’t have to get in your father’s way.”
Mrs. Jiang went upstairs to pack some things and, taking Chu Muxi with her, walked out the door: “Xixi, let’s go.”