Chapter 8 - 8 8 If you hit my frenemy you cant hit me

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: If you hit my frenemy, you can’t hit me anymore, huh Chapter 8: Chapter 8: If you hit my frenemy, you can’t hit me anymore, huh Mr. Chen’s sound of swallowing saliva was especially clear in the silent house, as his lascivious gaze roamed over Jiang Nanshu’s body, a long string of lecherous chuckles escaping his mouth.

His hand reached for the belt at his waist, step by step drawing closer to Jiang Nanshu: “You’re Qianqian’s classmate, uncle will take very good care of you.”

It seemed Jiang Nanshu was oblivious to the situation, and in the moment he approached, she bowed her head and from a designer LV clutch pulled out a stack of red notes, tossing them onto the table with a coy smile, “Thank you, uncle, this is a small token of my appreciation. Please don’t be offended by it.”

Mr. Chen’s trousers, which he had been about to remove, were rapidly buckled back up in the space of a second. He could no longer recall what he was about to do, as the alluring scent of money in front of him trumped any other desire.

His sleazy demeanor instantly shifted. Mr. Chen caressed the money with a smile that swallowed his eyes, and a sycophantic expression took over his face: “Little Jiang is so considerate, visiting uncle and bringing so many things.”

Jiang Nanshu smiled lightly: “Of course, who else is Qianqian’s father? She’s always mentioning how great you are, saying that having a father like you is the fortune she’s accrued from a past life.”

Mr. Chen’s smile broadened with each word. It was a relief that the wretched girl hadn’t brought shame upon their family, and Jiang Nanshu’s words greatly pleased him.

“But…” Jiang Nanshu’s smooth brow furrowed slightly, as if she was hesitant to speak further.

Mr. Chen’s own brows twitched, as he tried to present a gentle façade: “But what?”

Jiang Nanshu sighed, “I didn’t expect uncle’s life to be this rough. I gave Qianqian 30,000 yuan a week ago, for her to bring back and offer to you. Have you already spent it all? Please don’t be frugal, uncle, that money was a gift for you.”

Mr. Chen paled in shock: “What? 30,000? That girl didn’t give me a single penny!”

Jiang Nanshu’s slender fingers covered her red lips in a gasp: “What? Then, the hundreds of thousands that I’ve lent her sporadically over the past three years, she didn’t give any to you? The bag she carries is worth tens of thousands by itself. Qianqian wouldn’t use the money meant for honoring you to buy such things. She’s extremely filial and always boasts about how well you treat her.”

Jiang Nanshu used the word “lend,” but at this point, Mr. Chen was seething, teeth gritted, fixated only on the enormous sum of several hundred thousand.

His face turned ashen, veins popping on his forehead, the mention of that large sum by Jiang Nanshu had brought him to the brink of rage.

Heh, she gave him hundreds of thousands?

She’d only give him 500 every month, claiming a wealthy friend pitied her and gave her the money, which she scrimped and saved to support him.

At first, he’d been disdainful—what kind of wealthy friend was so miserly? So it turned out that the wretched girl was two-faced!

And the bag she carried, she also lied to him, claiming it was only a few dozen yuan.

He flexed his fingers, feeling the surge of aggression bubbling in his blood, craving a sight of blood to ease the tension.

Right on cue, Jiang Nanshu produced another stack of money: “It must be that Qianqian forgot. Don’t be mad at her, uncle. Use this money to buy yourself a drink.”

Mr. Chen accepted it all without hesitation, even asking Jiang Nanshu to sit downstairs for a while as he had something to attend to upstairs.

Apart from hiding away the money, Jiang Nanshu couldn’t think of anything else he’d need to do.

But her purpose had been served already—ah, the person to suffer this time would be someone else.

About half an hour later, Chen Qian finally showed up, fashionably late, her heart racing with the guess that her dad must have succeeded, excitement surging through her.

As long as Jiang Nanshu broke off the engagement, the person behind the scenes promised her five million.

And with Jiang Nanshu’s indulgence towards her, she just had to cry a little, feign complete ignorance, and Jiang Nanshu would be extra caring towards her again. Not only would she earn a huge sum, but she could also continue to exploit Jiang Nanshu for luxury goods.

With this thought, her mood was jubilant.

But upon opening the door, the scene before her left her stunned. Jiang Nanshu was sitting unharmed on a chair, while Mr. Chen was attentively serving her tea and water.

“You, you two…”

She couldn’t believe it. How could they be in such harmony? Why was Jiang Nanshu entirely unscathed?

Jiang Nanshu began with a feigned scolding look, “Qianqian, the tea is in your kitchen cabinet. Are you confused? Oh yes, where’s the tea you bought?”

She didn’t buy any damn tea leaves, she just wandered outside for half an hour, waiting to come back and see Jiang Nanshu’s miserable state. Once those indecent photos leaked, Jiang Nanshu would be completely ruined.

She pulled a stiff smile, “They didn’t have any… I’ll go to the supermarket and buy some fruit instead. Dad, have you taken good care of Nanshu?”

Chen Qian’s voice held anger, and as soon as she looked up, she saw Mr. Chen glaring at her viciously, as if he wanted to tear a layer of skin off her, making her scalp numb.

“Where’s the tens of thousands Little Jiang gave you? Where is it?” Mr. Chen demanded.

Chen Qian opened her eyes wide in disbelief, “She never gave me that much money! Dad, are you confused? Who’s been filling your head with nonsense?”

“Hah, you live the good life at school, leaving your old man to eat bran and vegetable at home. You little beast, if you don’t hand over all the money today, I will take your life.”

After saying that, he grabbed Chen Qian by the hair and dragged her into the house.

“Ah! Ah!” Chen Qian screamed in pain, “Dad, I really don’t have any money… I don’t…”

“Still lying to me, I’ll beaten you to death, you little beast.”

What rationality could an enraged man have? He even forgot that there was an outsider, Jiang Nanshu, present, as he picked up a chair and smashed it down on Chen Qian.

Jiang Nanshu seemed to be frightened and dashed to the door, repeating mechanically, “Stop hitting her, don’t hit anymore, uncle, Qianqian didn’t do it on purpose, please stop hitting her.”

It would have been better if Jiang Nanshu hadn’t spoken up, but the mention of her name spurred him to beat Chen Qian even more fiercely.

“Nanshu, save me, woo woo woo, you promised to protect me,” Chen Qian struggled and ran towards Jiang Nanshu.

Trying to catch her hand and shield her from the chairs Mr. Chen was throwing.

Jiang Nanshu appeared to trip over the doorstep and fell straight out, her toe still hooked on the door. In Chen Qian’s eyes of despair, the door slammed shut.

Listening to the screams inside, Jiang Nanshu continued languidly, “In a society of laws, both parties fighting isn’t good.”

“Nanshu, call the police for me, please, I’m begging you, call the police. I’m going to be killed by this madman, save me, ah!!!” The door shook violently as it was pounded.

That’s when Jiang Nanshu finally called the police and also dialed for an ambulance.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Nanshu opened the door.

Blood was all over Chen Qian’s face, and she had been beaten unconscious.

Mr. Chen was panting, red-eyed, and he looked menacingly at Jiang Nanshu standing at the door.

For people like him, who became violent after drinking, it didn’t matter who showed up, he would attack just the same.

And Mr. Chen was clearly beyond reason.

Seeing Jiang Nanshu, he rushed at her, trying to strangle her with both hands.

Jiang Nanshu’s eyes gleamed with amusement, “Uncle, since you’ve hit my foe, you can’t hit me, right?”

The next second, she swung a wine bottle, hitting him on the head, and he immediately passed out, blood pouring out.

She kicked the body next to Chen Qian and placed the wine bottle in Chen Qian’s hand.

After doing all this.

She then sat on the ground, seemingly frail and terrified.

The police arrived quickly, and so did Jiang Yunchuan.

As soon as he entered, he heard Jiang Nanshu’s gleeful inner voice.

[Here he comes, Fifth Brother marches in with a stride that acknowledges no kin. But it doesn’t matter, I’m just a fragile and helpless little thing that anyone can bully.]