The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 335

Chapter 335: Chapter 335: No Room for Turning Back

"What happened here? Are you injured?" He hurried to Jiang Nanshu’s side, his tone urgent, his gaze lingering on the bloodstain at her chest.

Jiang Nanshu looked down briefly: "It’s not my blood."

She extended her hand to Lu Qingyan: "But my hand hurts."

She didn’t know where she had hit when she was hitting someone, but the palm of her hand was not only swollen but also had several scratches.

Lu Qingyan sighed with relief and tenderly touched her hand: "Next time don’t use your hands to hit, find a tool. It’s so swollen."

"Brother Qingyan, are you blind? She’s the one who hurt me, why are you showing her sympathy?" Chu Muxi stood up with the support of her bodyguards.

Her face was so swollen it was hard to look at, her eyes puffy from crying.

All thanks to Jiang Nanshu, she was supposedly fine. Yet, she had to hold onto her and beat her like this. When the police arrive, she’d definitely have her thrown in jail!

After she finished speaking, Lu Qingyan didn’t give Chu Muxi a glance, his brows cold as he blew on Jiang Nanshu’s burning palm, hoping it would make her feel better.

"Brother Qingyan!"

"Don’t call me that with such revulsion," he turned his head, his eyes cold as he looked at her: "You are still as stupidly venomous as ever."

Chu Muxi’s face turned uncomfortable.

How could he say that to her?

Couldn’t he see her love for him?

She is the female protagonist of this world and is meant to be with the male lead.

Not daring to lash out at Lu Qingyan for fear of his disdain, Chu Muxi directed her anger towards the nearby bodyguard. She violently pushed away the bodyguard who was supporting her and scolded: "Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!"

A few bodyguards: "..."

Immediately sensing the situation, they let go of her.

And stepped back nearly three meters, keeping their distance from her.

Without their support, Chu Muxi’s legs gave way, and she fell to the ground again with a heavy thud.

She cried her eyes out with reddened eyes: "Wuu wuu wuu, you all bully me, everyone’s bullying me, I might as well be dead."

Her swollen face paired with her uninhibited sobbing was somewhat comical.

Even Mrs. Jiang could hardly bear to look.

In the past, Jiang Nanshu loves to say, "I might as well be dead," threatening suicide several times, which made everyone around her incredibly irritated.

Now, that same feeling of annoyance was resurfacing.

[Ms. Song, can’t you control your own daughter’s mouth? She’s yelling herself to death.]

[You can acknowledge this counterfeit as your own, you must be starved. And the Song Family, scheming behind your back against the Jiang Family, yet you, as dumb as a pig, remain clueless. Even if your big brother reveals the truth right in front of you, you wouldn’t believe it, trusting the Song Family and bothering me time and again. Song Yichen humiliated me so much, and you still expect me to apologize to him? Whatever the Song Family says goes, you don’t think for yourself at all. I don’t think the Song Family truly cares about you. Maybe you’re also a counterfeit. No wonder you can stay with this transcender; birds of a feather flock together!]

Jiang Nanshu unleashed her tirade.

Berating her relentlessly.

Watching Mrs. Jiang’s complexion change from red to black then to green was truly spectacular, more impressive than any face-changing artist.

Her words were half-truths and half-nonsense, but they adeptly hit Mrs. Jiang’s sore spot.

Because when she brought Chu Muxi back to her maternal home.

She suddenly caught sight of the disgust that flitted through Old Sir Song’s eyes.

In an instant, it vanished, and he looked at them kindly again, readily acknowledging Chu Muxi as his goddaughter, complying with every request made by Mrs. Jiang.

In the entire Song Family, Old Madam Song wasn’t as nice to her as her two brothers were, but it was bearable, and she just assumed her mother was always like that.

But Old Madam Song would personally cook soup for her two sons and have their wives deliver it to them to nourish their bodies.

The remaining bowl would be given to her.

But it would have some residue left in it.

And at the time, she too considered this normal, because her mother said she got the best part of the broth.

Her whole heart was crammed full of gratitude.

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