The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355: Chapter 355 Going Abroad

Her ordinary question caused Lu Qingyan’s wrist, which was holding the spoon, to tremble slightly.

He actually should have taken revenge on her.

Loudly and satisfyingly telling her to get lost.

But he was in pain, in pain every day. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Jiang Nanshu’s indifference caused his heart to spasm in agony.

He seemed unable to warm her up.

Lu Qingyan calmed his emotions and stared at her face with his dark eyes, "Do you also care about whether I live or die?"

Seeing the redness begin to gather in his eyes again.

Jiang Nanshu was afraid he would cry again, with Old Sir Lu still outside, it wouldn’t be good to gain a reputation for harming a patient.

"If I didn’t want to bother with you, I wouldn’t have gone to look for you last night. It was freezing to death late at night, who would want to be outside?" As Jiang Nanshu spoke, she muttered and complained, "I hate snow, hate winter, it’s cold."

[Male protagonist’s goodwill value increases by 10%.]

He scoffed coldly, "Hypocrite."

[Male protagonist’s goodwill value increases by 30%.]

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

She suspected that Da Shachun was also bugged.

Jiang Nanshu thought that the development of their relationship was entirely her doing, using her inner voice to make Lu Qingyan fall in love with her, so she could leave without a scratch, but he seemed to be in pain.

In the past, when she learned he could hear her inner voice, all she wanted was revenge.

And indeed, she had left him with a surprise he would never forget for his entire life.

So, let it end here.

"Then you should take good care of yourself; I’m leaving." Jiang Nanshu stood up, packed up the half-eaten bowl of plain porridge he had left, and prepared to throw it in the trash can outside.

As she reached the door, Lu Qingyan’s voice abruptly rose, "Does what you said last night about compensating me still count?"

Jiang Nanshu, surprised, turned around, thinking she had indeed been heartless and then nodded, "It counts. What do you want me to do?"

Lu Qingyan looked at her expressionlessly, with cold black eyes, "I want to see the front gate filled with rose bushes. Can you do that?"

Jiang Nanshu looked out the window and saw that it had started to snow heavily.

In this icy and snowy weather, could rose bushes survive at the front gate?

But in order not to dampen Lu Qingyan’s spirits, she hesitated and then nodded, "It should be possible, leave it to me."

It would be the first time Jiang Nanshu would give him flowers, and under the pretext of "compensation" at that.

Quite ironic.

After Jiang Nanshu left, Old Sir Lu finally walked in.

Seeing him staring blankly in peace, he said irritably, "Not going crazy anymore?"

He looked at his wrist, "Just heal properly. It took so long for the wound to start healing, and now you’ve cracked it open again; you’re truly sick."

"Driven mad by her, if I died, would Jiang Nanshu feel guilty?"

Old Sir Lu was choked up.

Seeing his listless appearance.

Angry, he scolded, "Then why did you call off the engagement with her?"

"Because she doesn’t love me."

Old Sir Lu glared with wide eyes, "You’ve already separated, so why make such a big fuss now?"

Lu Qingyan suddenly smiled, "I can’t accept it, Grandpa, I won’t let her go. Even if she dies, she can only die at my side."

Old Sir Lu: "..."

Disaster!

Had he known, he would never have made up that story about the temple sage predicting their marriage fate.

He was just too influenced by TV dramas, like those where the wrong savior is recognized initially, and the CEO finally finds the real savior after a long period of suffering in between.

He realized that even without that part, it was still rather torturous.

...

Meanwhile, Jiang Nanshu was still contemplating how to plant the roses.

It had been snowing in Beijing for several consecutive days.

The north wind was howling.

Jiang Nanshu watched as the several pots of roses she bought all froze to death.

She felt somewhat gloomy.

After some inquiry, she found out that Lu Qingyan was now living next door to Shang Xu’s home.

In the evening, Jiang Nanshu dressed warmly, holding a stack of thin wooden sticks in her hands.

During the day, she felt a little embarrassed and could only sneak in at night to make the Snow Roses.

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