The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 151: I Want to Extort One Billion!

The display of force was somewhat grand.

Jiang Nanshu stood motionless ten meters away from them.

"Why have the old men come? Could it be that they’re here to seek justice from me?"

"Sigh, just had a morning of joy, and now it’s starting again, so tiring! What can I say later to extort a hefty fee for being kicked out of the house?"

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang were drawn by Jiang Nanshu’s inner thoughts and immediately spotted their daughter standing in place, lost in thought.

Mr. Jiang breathed a sigh of relief. Madam Cheng had arrived earlier and had been frantically searching for Jiang Nanshu, behaving like a lunatic. He estimated that if she found Jiang Nanshu, she would start by slapping her several times to vent her anger.

The two hurried over, and after learning that Jiang Nanshu was not at school, they felt at ease. So, both families simply stood together at the school gates, neither allowing the other to pass.

There were bodyguards around, so the students of Jing University did not dare to approach too closely, fearing trouble.

Madam Cheng’s eyes were bloodshot, and her gaze was sharp. Following Mr. and Mrs. Jiang’s line of sight, she successfully spotted Jiang Nanshu. At that moment, her eyes grew even redder, but more than that, they were filled with rage.

That hatred almost seared through Jiang Nanshu. Her precious son had been beaten into such a state in just one morning, and he was still unconscious now, having been moved from the operating room to the ward. Unwilling to swallow this grievance, she was determined to seek justice for her son.

"Jiang Nanshu, you dare to come back! You’ve beaten my son to the brink of death, I want your life in return!" Madam Cheng, in her high heels, stormed furiously toward Jiang Nanshu.

Mrs. Jiang’s face turned even colder as she grabbed Madam Cheng’s arm, holding her in place, "Your son isn’t dead, is he? Why should my daughter pay with her life? If our two families can’t reach an agreement, then let’s not talk. No matter the amount, the Jiang family is willing to pay!"

Madam Cheng, pointing at Mrs. Jiang with trembling lips, said angrily, "Song Shuling, how can you say such a thing? Since it’s not your son who is hurt, you don’t care, right? Protecting this bumpkin, I warned you long ago to send her away, but you hesitated. She has displeased all the ladies of the Beijing Circle, and now she’s committed such a crime. If it were any more serious, it would be murder, and I want her to serve time in prison!"

Jiang Nanshu knew she couldn’t avoid it anymore and stealthily pinched her thigh.

"Ouch, that really hurts! Next time I should carry some chili pepper with me; I’m about to cry my heart out."

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang: "..."

The next second, her eyes moistened, and tears fell as if she were scared by Madam Cheng, sobbing as she hid behind Mr. Jiang, "Dad, save me, it’s all Cheng An’s fault for frightening me. I lost control and sent him to the hospital, but I’m sure I didn’t do it on purpose, wuwuwu, I don’t want to go to prison, I’m only nineteen."

Jiang Nanshu’s silence would have been better, but once she spoke, Madam Cheng was so infuriated that she cried blood, and even Mr. Cheng was wearing a stern face, his eyes filled with severe reproach towards Jiang Nanshu.

Mr. Jiang: "..."

Pretending to be scared was one thing, but to confess her own crime so clearly, as if afraid that others wouldn’t know, was quite another.

Undoubtedly, his daughter knew how to attract animosity.

The Cheng couple were almost ready to tear her apart.

But no matter what, he, as a father, had to protect her.

He comforted her by patting Jiang Nanshu’s hand, "Nannan, don’t be afraid. I’m here; they won’t dare do anything."

Mrs. Jiang felt conflicted inside. Her affection might not be pure, as Jiang Nanshu’s journey from being her initial shame to someone she now wanted to shield had taken only a simple month.

From the moment she heard her inner thoughts, the Jiang family had changed a lot because of her.

The fate of each person was quietly changing.

No matter what, Jiang Nanshu was still her own daughter.

She looked at Madam Cheng, her voice soft and slow, "You don’t need to be angry either. Your son isn’t dead, and we still haven’t clarified the truth of the matter. You’re already convicting my daughter; isn’t that too presumptuous? At the hospital, I also made it clear to the Cheng family that we are deeply saddened by Young Master Cheng’s plight, but what’s done is done. We will do our utmost to heal him. Killing my daughter won’t be of any use."

For the Jiang family, any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem.

Even if Cheng An were left with a lifelong disability, the Jiang family had the money to sustain his life.

And the Cheng family wasn’t short of money themselves.

Both families were part of the Beijing Circle, gathering together during festivals and banquets to play mahjong and chat. It wasn’t really about fostering relationships; it was just a time to show off when necessary.

Madam Cheng let out a cold laugh, "The truth?" She glared at Jiang Nanshu viciously, "The truth is my son’s fate is unknown, and Jiang Nanshu is standing here perfectly fine. I can’t accept it. She must suffer like my son before I can breathe easy. I don’t accept mediation! I want to sue her."

Jiang Nanshu shrank back, turning into a wronged little quail.

She cried even louder, "I don’t want to end up looking like Cheng An, so ugly, waaaaah, I don’t want that, I want to be pretty, daddy, mommy, I really am innocent, if you don’t believe me, look at the security footage. It was Cheng An who provoked me, I just lost control and hit him."

[You better hurry up and check the security footage; then you can convict me! Right now, the Jiang family might care about saving face to protect me a little, but once the truth comes out, they’ll kick me to the curb. I want to extort a billion!]

Mr. Jiang: "..."

His face twitched involuntarily.

You really dare to extort!

A billion just like that.

He glanced at Jiang Nanshu’s aggrieved but sparkling eyes and felt oddly amused. She probably didn’t know that with the Jiang family’s power, even if there was footage, they could still distort black and white.

Madam Cheng, on the other hand, was startled awake by Jiang Nanshu’s words—as if from a dream, "Oh right, the security footage."

Once the true footage comes out, watch her not tear this wretched girl’s face apart!

"Right, check the surveillance. Such a big classroom must have evidence. Husband, quickly have the principal bring the footage," Madam Cheng said with more urgency.

But Mr. Cheng slowly calmed himself down, though his heart also ached for his younger son’s predicament, but he was a veteran of the business world, and he hadn’t forgotten what kind of family he was dealing with.

The Cheng family had to earn money by cooperating with the Jiang family.

He took a deep breath, his face stern, "Stop making a scene, we’ll wait for An to wake up and speak for himself. Even if we check the surveillance now, it’s useless."

Madam Cheng was reminded by him and came back to her senses.

She looked at Jiang Nanshu, who was protected by Mr. and Mrs. Jiang.

Seeing Jiang Nanshu’s face, confident and smiling, she clenched her fist in anger. She did it on purpose...

So vicious to leave her son in that state.

Her momentarily clear rationality crumbled, "No, I want her to pay with blood for blood. She won’t get away with it. She has to take responsibility for hitting someone. Check the surveillance."

Mr. Jiang’s patience had run out, and his aura of intimidation was no less than Mr. Cheng’s, "Out of respect for our partnership, I’ve been speaking to you politely. My daughter has said she didn’t do it on purpose, so it must be your son’s issue. Besides... if a big man can’t even handle a little girl, isn’t that shameful?"