Jiang Nanshu stood at the doorway in the nightlife, watching Yang Jiashu and Jiang Yunchuan take Lu Qingyan to the hospital.
Xu Xi shivered with cold next to her.
Jiang Nanshu looked at the gloomy sky and the tiny snowflakes that began to fall, and she paused.
It was snowing.
This was Beijing’s first snow.
“I’m not going to lie anymore,” Jiang Nanshu said to Da Shachun. “I want to accumulate some virtue for myself, so death won’t look too ugly.”
Da Shachun: […]
“During this time, I’ve thought a lot. Within the calm of life, I’ve thought so much. Those who can hear their hearts are not wrong, and neither are those who changed their destinies. They just want to live, and I hope they would swiftly follow the plot. I, who want to return for revenge, am not wrong either. We are all just following our own goals. The mistake is that the timing of our meeting was wrong, the order of our appearances was wrong, and the timing for when you gave me love was wrong,” said Jiang Nanshu, watching the snowflakes that melted upon hitting the ground, her voice very calm.
“The previous me lived every day in fear. When I was about to be sold by my parents, my heart finally died. Later, after meeting Zhou Yanxu, I learned many skills to help him. Anything a wealthy lady should learn, I went to learn. I feared embarrassing him. I wanted to make myself valuable, to be of help to him, so I was also very tired every day. After dying and coming to this world, I could not forget the pains I suffered. Everyone who participated in my torment should pay a price, so I lived in a rush. I never truly experienced life. I’m a bit tired now, I want to be lazy for a while.”
Da Shachun miraculously saw Jiang Nanshu’s 100% blackening value drop to 90%.
“Jiangjiang, I’ve hailed a cab. Let’s go back,” called out Xu Xi, running over from the side of the road and waving at Jiang Nanshu.
Jiang Nanshu came back to her senses and smiled at her: “Coming.”
Xu Xi looped her arm through Jiang Nanshu’s, touched her icy hand, and said with compassion, “Your hand is so cold. My pocket is warm, quickly put your hand in.”
Xu Xi’s hand was indeed warm. Jiang Nanshu held her hand to warm herself: “Xixi.”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.”
Xu Xi was stunned, then laughed heartily, “Haha, why be so formal with me? We’re good friends, and we’re going to be besties for life.”
Jiang Nanshu didn’t have many friends, and after thinking it over, she realized that being lifelong friends with Xu Xi didn’t sound bad, so she agreed: “Okay.”
The two returned to their dorm and slept for a few more hours.
Jiang Nanshu awoke amidst the continuously reminding goodwill values.
[The male lead’s goodwill value has decreased by 40%, decreased by 30%, 0%.]
Jiang Nanshu: ?
What is he doing.
Jiang Nanshu didn’t bother to inquire but instead got up and looked out the window. Last night’s snow hadn’t been heavy, only leaving a thin layer.
Thinking that Lu Qingyan was still in the hospital.
In the past, when she was sick, Lu Qingyan was always by her side, worrying about her getting cold or going hungry.
She said yesterday that she wanted to make it up to him, and Jiang Nanshu didn’t hesitate. She wrapped herself in a thick cotton coat and set off for the hospital.
She bought a breakfast at the hospital entrance and also picked up a fruit basket on a whim.
After asking Yang Jiashu for the ward number, she took the elevator to the floor.
This floor was for VIP wards, so it wasn’t as crowded as the other floors.
What surprised Jiang Nanshu, however, was that Old Sir Lu was also there.
He seemed to be scolding Lu Qingyan.
The patient was pale, with downcast eyes, and it was unclear whether he was listening attentively.
Hearing the noise at the door.
Old Sir Lu appeared surprised, “Nannan, you’re here? Are you here to see Ah Yan?”
The attitude of Grandpa Lu was unexpected to Jiang Nanshu.
She had hurt his grandson so much, everyone must have seen the surveillance footage.
Even though the drugs, in the end, weren’t her doing, she had still given them a handle.
She stood at the doorway, offering Grandpa Lu a gentle smile, “Hello, Grandpa Lu.”
Only then did Lu Qingyan turn to look at her.
Jiang Nanshu wore a red puffer jacket with a white turtleneck sweater underneath, her slightly curled black hair held back by a headband, her pretty face fair and radiant with a smile, and her almond-shaped eyes shining brightly.
Old Sir Lu’s mood brightened when he saw Jiang Nanshu, “Are you here to visit this brat? Why? You’ve already called off the engagement, so there’s no need to care about his life or death.”
Jiang Nanshu suddenly felt a bit awkward, clearing her throat lightly, “Well, we did have a history, and just because the deal fell through doesn’t mean the goodwill is gone, right?”
[Ding, male protagonist’s Disgust Value increased by 10%.]
Jiang Nanshu: “?”
“You’re already disengaged; keeping such lingering ties isn’t good for your reputation. When you find a better fiancé, make sure to send me a wedding invitation.”
Jiang Nanshu responded indifferently: “Okay.”
[Male protagonist’s Disgust Value rose by 50%.]
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
Old Sir Lu turned to Lu Qingyan, “It’s all clear now; the one who drugged him was that woman named Su Ran. She convinced Ci Qiu to be a part, and I’ve already kicked them both out. It has nothing to do with Nannan.”
Jiang Nanshu pressed her lips together, her expression apologetic, “I’m also to blame. I share half of the responsibility for his condition. Grandpa Lu, I would like to talk to him for a moment.”
Old Sir Lu understood immediately, “Sure, sure, you young people have a chat. This old man won’t disturb you.”
The hospital room was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.
The two, who once couldn’t stop talking when together, were now separated by a barrier that neither wanted to break by speaking first.
Jiang Nanshu cleared her throat, “Have you eaten breakfast? I brought some porridge.”
Lu Qingyan turned his head to look out the window and remained silent.
Jiang Nanshu placed the box of porridge on the table.
“What about fruit? Do you want some? I bought cherries; they’re really sweet.”
Lu Qingyan still didn’t speak.
Jiang Nanshu inwardly cursed her fate; it was a sin to have turned such a man with proper values and tenderness into this state.
If she had known this task would be so convoluted, she wouldn’t have taken this step at all.
She washed some cherries and put them on the cabinet next to him, “Want some?”
“Keep them away.”
Jiang Nanshu: “Alrighty.”
Lu Qingyan: “…”
She kept on eating them one by one.
[Male protagonist’s Disgust Value reached 60%.]
Jiang Nanshu sat in the chair, pretending not to hear.
“By the way, about the porridge? Will you drink it?” asked Jiang Nanshu.
Her gaze was sincere, as if he could just refuse and she would gladly finish it off in front of him.
Was she here to visit him or to anger him to death?
Lu Qingyan sneered, “If I say I won’t drink it, will you actually finish everything you brought for me?”
Jiang Nanshu offered an awkward smile, “Wasting food is bad.”
Lu Qingyan’s lips thinned, “Drink.”
Jiang Nanshu immediately passed the porridge to him, “Have it while it’s hot, it won’t be nice once it’s cold.”
Lu Qingyan wasn’t really hungry, but he didn’t want Jiang Nanshu to sit there, enjoying her meal in front of his hospital bed.
He took a bite; it was just ordinary white porridge sold at the hospital entrance, not even sugar was added!
[Male protagonist’s Disgust Value climbed to 65%.]
Jiang Nanshu: “???”
Why did it make him dislike it even more?
Jiang Nanshu looked at his wrist, “How come the wound on your hand still hasn’t healed after half a month? How could you dare drink with such a wound?”