Chapter 37 - 37 37 With your broken hand you are arrogant

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: With your broken hand, you are arrogant and dare to challenge me, making your life or death unpredictable. Chapter 37: Chapter 37: With your broken hand, you are arrogant and dare to challenge me, making your life or death unpredictable. Jiang Nanshu left school, and the familiar driver waved at her from the school gate, “Second Miss, I’ve come to take you home.”

She got into the car and immediately sent a message to Mr. Chen, “Uncle, Qianqian has returned the eight hundred thousand she borrowed from me. It turns out your family is so wealthy. Seeing that you are living well, I feel relieved and won’t sponsor you anymore. Giving you ten thousand or twenty thousand, I even feel embarrassed.” She attached a screenshot of the transfer from Chen Qian.

Mr. Chen replied quickly, “What do you mean she returned eight hundred thousand? She has eight hundred thousand? Explain yourself, where are you? Speak!!!”

Jiang Nanshu slightly curled her lips and laughed boisterously, not replying anymore, “Hehe, let’s watch the dog-eat-dog show.”

The driver seemed moved, “Miss, are you happy because Young Master Lu hasn’t called off the engagement? I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time.”

Jiang Nanshu’s smile immediately crumbled, and she began wiping her tears, “It’s my fault, I’m useless. Brother Qingyan was originally not calling off the engagement, but I was too stupid and annoyed him, and now he wants to break it off again.”

The driver was at a loss for words, “Ah… this…”

“Don’t be sad, Miss… The Master and Madam will figure something out for you.”

Of course, that was just something to comfort her.

After being disappointed in her, Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang stopped caring about her.

This marriage arrangement was becoming difficult.

The car entered the Jiang family’s large estate.

Jiang Nanshu got out of the car, this area was for the wealthy, and only the rich or powerful could live here.

Besides their estate, there was another family next door, only separated from the Jiangs by a wall, but it was always unoccupied. However, several servants cleaned daily, and the owner of the villa was never seen.

When Jiang Nanshu came back, Mr. Jiang was watching financial news in the living room. Seeing Jiang Nanshu return, he jumped up like he saw a leader and exclaimed, “Nannan is back, are you tired from studying?”

Jiang Nanshu’s face showed a pretense of delighted surprise, “Dad, I’m not tired. Just thinking of the buildings you donated for me clears all my fatigue.”

“What a wasteful old man, even if b-school didn’t work out, so be it.”

Mr. Jiang: “…”

He forced a stiff smile and jovially said, “Then study hard in school, and when you graduate, the family can find you a job.”

Jiang Nanshu bit her lip and looked at him tearfully, somewhat saddened, “Dad, you really don’t have to treat me like this. The teachers at school look down on me because I’m there through connections. Today, they even said that me attending Jing University is a waste of resources. I’m just a fool; no wonder you all don’t like me.”

Mr. Jiang’s face darkened; their feelings towards Jiang Nanshu were a family matter and not for outsiders to comment. His voice lowered, “What’s this teacher’s name?”

Jiang Nanshu shook her head, disheartened, “Never mind, I won’t tell you she’s the new journalism teacher in our department. I have to protect her privacy.”

“Tattling, oh, how joyful.”

Mr. Jiang: “…”

He immediately made a phone call, his voice tinged with anger, “Inform Jing University, the Broadcasting Department journalism teacher doesn’t have to come to teach next week.”

Jiang Nanshu covered her mouth in panic, “Oh no, how did I let that slip, I’m such a bad kid, I’ve doomed my teacher, wuwuwu.”

Mr. Jiang said sternly, “You are the Second Miss of the Jiang family; you are not someone any Tom, Dick, or Harry can bully. If you are bullied again, tell your family, and we will support you.”

“Really?” hope sparkled in Jiang Nanshu’s eyes.

“Yeah right, who needs it. You never protected me when I was bullied before; you probably wished you didn’t have a daughter named Jiang Nanshu. Now you’re trying to play the good guy. I’m not buying it.”

Mr. Jiang’s face heated up, and he forced out a reply, “Really.”

“Huh.” A figure approached from the doorway.

Dressed casually, his black hair was disheveled, styled in a handsome wolf tail. His face, proud and untamed, extraordinarily handsome, eyes sparkling with mocking. His voice was somewhat hoarse, “Jiang Nanshu, isn’t playing the victim always your tactic? Framing and slandering Le Yi with filthy tricks, your heart venomous like a scorpion, you truly don’t deserve to be a member of the Jiang Family. I think this teacher has also been framed by you, Dad, why not investigate and clear this poor teacher’s name?”

Mr. Jiang’s face paled; he quickly signalled him to stop talking.

He could hear what Jiang Nanshu was thinking. In the past, he also would have thought that this was undoubtedly another one of his daughter’s tactics to attract attention, but having heard her true feelings, he knew the issue with the teacher must be real.

Meanwhile, Jiang Zhouye had just returned from outside and only heard Mr. Jiang firing a teacher over the phone, firmly believing it was Jiang Nanshu’s doing; she had never shied away from doing bad things.

Seeing her, he even felt physically nauseous.

Jiang Zhouye’s reaction pleased Jiang Nanshu; this was how normal people should treat her, with a Disgust Value of 89. Just a little more, and with a knife in hand, Jiang Zhouye could undoubtedly stab her to death without hesitation.

Mr. Jiang and Jiang Yunchuan must have been cursed, blocking her wealth.

In the next instant, Jiang Nanshu’s eyes reddened, “Fourth Brother, how could you say something so ugly? I’m not lying, I really was bullied at school.”

[Truly hideous, that voice, raspy like a duck on its way to the execution ground, I want to snap a selfie of my ear to tell you, it’s already gone deaf.]

Jiang Zhouye was stunned.

There it was again, that voice.

Wasn’t this his delusion? Why could he still hear it?

He stretched out his hand, looking at Jiang Nanshu as though he’d seen a ghost, his fingertips trembled slightly, “You, you…”

[Following Fifth Brother and Second Brother, are you also becoming ill?]

[Haha, raising that broken hand as if you’re so high and mighty, dare to defy me and I’ll make your life unpredictable, maybe even send Chen Qian to sneak into your bed tonight!]

Hearing the words “Chen Qian,” Jiang Zhouye turned pale as a ghost, staggering backward until he hit a chair and tumbled to the ground. He held his buttocks in pain, gasping for air. Paired with his hoarse voice, it looked particularly comical.

“Fourth Brother!” Jiang Nanshu exclaimed, wanting to help him up.

Jiang Zhouye swatted away Jiang Nanshu’s hands, “Get lost!”

Jiang Nanshu, lips quivering, stood there, very distressed, wiping her tears theatrically, “I knew it, none of the brothers like me, Dad, you said the family would back me up, was it all a lie?”

At that moment, Jiang Yunchuan entered.

He paused for a second upon seeing the scene, then hurriedly helped Jiang Zhouye up, “Fourth Brother, how did you fall? Also, why is Nanshu crying?”

Jiang Zhouye recovered from his shock, detected the concern Jiang Yunchuan had for Jiang Nanshu from his tone, and pushed away his hand, “Lao Wu, have you gone mad? How could you start caring about Jiang Nanshu? Have you forgotten all the stupid things she’s done? Not only did she block you from finding a girlfriend, but she also drove Le Yi out of the house. Second Brother rarely comes home, and Third Brother has lived in the lab for a year now because of her. Our home was once fine, but it’s all because of her that it’s become like this. You defend her, but have you ever considered Le Yi’s feelings?”

Jiang Nanshu lowered her eyes; she felt inexplicably suffocated, maybe it was the original’s emotions? After all, she had always been the marginalized in this family.

Her eyes red, she looked up, “But I only wanted the family’s attention, yet you all only care about Jiang Leyi. Whatever I do is wrong; I’m compared to other privileged young ladies like an object, demeaned to nothing. Have you ever cared about me?”

Jiang Nanshu’s eyes were brimming with tears as she stared at Jiang Zhouye.

Inside, she was gleeful.

[Still caring about Jiang Leyi? You might want to think about whether your drugged, broken throat can still sing.]