“Speak.”
Jiang Nanshu’s expression was cold.
Da Shachun: […]
[We did quite well, we’ve already completed half.]
Jiang Nanshu: “?”
“Say that again!”
[Whimpering, Host, according to the data, everyone in the Jiang Family has a goodwill value of 100% towards you, while the male lead Lu Qingyan has a disgust value of 100% towards you. Isn’t this…halfway there?]
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
She had already made a fuss and acted out.
It was justified for Lu Qingyan to hate her, but for her to behave like this and still have the Jiang Family’s goodwill at 100%, it was bewildering to her.
“Don’t you think it’s funny?” Jiang Nanshu asked.
Da Shachun: [Is it…hahaha.]
Jiang Nanshu visibly grew angrier.
Da Shachun quickly continued: [Host, don’t get angry, I, Lord Main God, because your situation is special, have replaced it with another plan for you. You can get twenty billion if you complete it!]
Jiang Nanshu was no longer tempted by the reward.
She said coldly, “Bring out your Lord Main God, I want to kill him.”
Da Shachun: […]
[Because we did not expect the Jiang Family to have such a high level of fondness for you. Initially, we aimed for disgust value, but obviously that’s not working. If the Host wants to go back, you can consider my proposal. If you don’t want to go back, you can stay in this world forever.]
Da Shachun thought this world was pretty good. Her original world was the source of her suffering that haunted her until now, unable to let go of that hatred.
Jiang Nanshu was silent for a long time before asking, “What proposal?”
Da Shachun whispered tentatively: [Raise Lu Qingyan’s goodwill value to 100%, and that’s it…simple, right?]
“Do I look that cheap to you? I already hurt him to get disgust value, and now your damn task wants me to please him—am I sick? Or is it your Main God that’s sick?” Jiang Nanshu’s voice was calm.
But Da Shachun still sensed her ghostly heavy resentment.
“The family’s good feelings towards me all stem from them hearing the heart’s voice that changed their fate. Without that, who would care about me? Why was my heart’s voice listened to? Don’t your systems have any responsibility? Or did you do it on purpose to mess with me?”
Da Shachun, a machine system, felt cold sweat breaking out.
[We will compensate you without the need to check their goodwill or disgust values a year later. You can know anytime, and once it’s full, you can leave immediately.]
“Heh.” Jiang Nanshu just sneered.
It hadn’t even dared to relay the whole message from their Lord Main God to Jiang Nanshu.
The Lord Main God’s exact words were: She hasn’t learned how to love others yet. Without someone she cares about, she’ll just continue down the path of crime until it’s too late.
Biting her teeth, she said: “You’ve got some nerve.”
[Right.] Da Shachun continued: [The bug that made them hear your heart’s voice has been completely eradicated, perhaps related to their goodwill values. Your sister Jiang Leyi was the first one to reach 100% goodwill value, so she was the first to stop hearing your heart’s voice. Others stopped hearing it one after another. The engagement-breaking bug is gone now, and the male lead will no longer hear your heart’s voice.]
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
She still wanted to use the heart’s voice to fully raise Lu Qingyan’s goodwill.
Just the thought of it annoyed her.
Hesitating, she pulled out her phone, found Lu Qingyan’s WeChat, and shamelessly sent him a message: [Are you there? I regret it, my heart hurts without you.]
[Ding, male lead’s goodwill value increased by 50%.]
Lu Qingyan: [Get lost.]
[Male lead’s disgust value dropped to 100%.]
Jiang Nanshu: [?]
Next was a red exclamation mark.
Fine, fine, he deleted her.
“I can’t lower myself to do this; forget it.”
Jiang Nanshu never felt so socially dead before.
She was all set to deeply offend Lu Qingyan and then make her escape, but then reality hit her with a heavy punch.
She remained downcast until the next day.
Jiang Nanshu had to return to school.
When she went downstairs, she was surprised to find Mrs. Jiang wearing an apron and making breakfast for her by hand.
“Nannan, Mama made your favorite crispy pork. Come and try some,” Mrs. Jiang said, presenting the crispy pork like a treasured offering in front of Jiang Nanshu.
Jiang Nanshu was in a bad mood and had little appetite.
She brushed past her mother without stopping.
“Sorry, Ms. Song, I don’t want to eat anything greasy in the morning. You can leave it for someone else.”
Mrs. Jiang stood dumbfounded as she watched her walk away.
Mr. Jiang came down from upstairs and looked at her coldly, “What’s the point of being nice to her now? Song Shuling, why are you still here? We’re already divorced.”
Mrs. Jiang’s eyes reddened as she reached to wipe her tears, “I want to atone for my sins. I hurt Nannan too deeply. If I had given her enough love from the start, her personality wouldn’t have become so extreme. It’s all my fault. I’ll come back on the weekend, sorry for the disturbance.”
Mr. Jiang’s mood was somewhat complicated.
After all, Mrs. Jiang was his ex-wife, and seeing her in such a state of disarray also left a bad taste in his mouth.
But he couldn’t possibly help her.
Everyone must be responsible for their choices.
…
As soon as Jiang Nanshu returned to school, she was met with all sorts of gazes.
There was surprise, confusion, derision, mockery, and even a few who seemed to be watching just for the drama.
A whole spectrum of emotions was vividly on display in that moment.
Because, after all, Jiang Nanshu had been dumped by the Lu family.
And it was Lu Qingyan himself who had personally come over to call off the engagement.
Quite embarrassing to speak of.
As for the reason, nobody knew for sure, but it probably had something to do with Lu Qingyan being sent to the hospital for a three-day stay.
Some even speculated whether Jiang Nanshu had stabbed Lu Qingyan with a knife.
If Jiang Nanshu knew about their gossiping, she would have made it clear that she hadn’t stabbed him; it was Lu Qingyan who had cut his own wrist with a piece of glass.
Of course, a large part of the reason for his self-harm was his utter disappointment in her.
When Xu Xi saw her, she first looked her up and down before suddenly hugging her tearfully, “Why did you take such a long leave? I was about to rush over to your house in a panic.”
Jiang Nanshu managed a faint smile, “I’m fine, there’s nothing to worry about.”
Xu Xi, reassured by Jiang Nanshu’s clear eyes and rosy complexion, was relieved.
She wanted to ask about Lu Qingyan but stopped when she caught Jiang Nanshu’s gaze.
Although she didn’t know what had happened between them,
it was Jiang Nanshu’s own emotional matter, and as her friend, she couldn’t meddle in her private life.
So, linking arms with Jiang Nanshu, she said, “Let’s go, we should get to class. The end-of-term assessments are coming up; don’t fail your courses.”
Jiang Nanshu replied, “Okay.”
Under Xu Xi’s watchful eye,
Jiang Nanshu ate well, slept well, jumped and ran around without a sign of feeling down.
A week went by, and Jiang Nanshu didn’t go home; instead, she stayed at school.
This was indeed a first.
Xu Xi found out only after asking that Jiang Nanshu’s biological mother was waiting for her at her villa over the weekend.
Jiang Nanshu didn’t want to have a conflict with that woman, so she had to avoid her. She was truly exhausted.
The two stayed in their dormitory.
Xu Xingwan had moved out of the dorm room quite some time ago, and Xu Xi had little contact with her.
So having Jiang Nanshu with her over the weekend, Xu Xi talked a lot more.
“Jiangjiang, do you know Wanwan? I saw her last week.”