The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 171: The Warm Sunshine, Can Heal All Unhealed Wounds

Chapter 171: Chapter 171: The Warm Sunshine, Can Heal All Unhealed Wounds

Director Wen frowned, his heart stirred.

God knows how much he wanted to keep Jiang Leyi, especially after enduring the arrogance from Su Ran who brought in funding for the crew; he missed the ambitious and hardworking Jiang Leyi even more.

But Mr. Bo had said that this investment was because of Su Ran; they had to do whatever she wanted.

Although it was not uncommon for Golden Masters to support female stars in the entertainment industry, this was the first time Bao Yan had promoted someone like this.

"But Mr. Bo, he..."

Jiang Nanshu saw his indecisive look and knew what he was worried about.

She couldn’t help but laugh: "Director Wen, you’re an experienced director. Which of your dramas hasn’t been successful? Not investing in you would be their loss. Even if you lose the Bao Family, there are so many powerful families in the Beijing Circle; no one would think they have too much money. Moreover..." Jiang Nanshu narrowed her eyes slightly: "I bet Bao Yan won’t withdraw the investment because Su Ran needs this drama."

Director Wen sighed. Although he personally wasn’t afraid, he had devoted so many years to studying art and still feared that Bao Yan could make the capitalists stop investing in his drama.

But Jiang Nanshu was right; talent and hard work shouldn’t be buried, and he should give Jiang Leyi a chance.

So he nodded solemnly: "I promise you, even if the funding is withdrawn, it doesn’t matter. I will pull in new investors. I’ve been preparing this drama for three years; I must go through with it regardless."

Then he said to Jiang Nanshu: "Make sure to come, don’t stand me up."

It’s just a role as a martial arts director and drawing a few paintings, not too difficult a task.

Jiang Nanshu tapped her head, and Director Wen left with satisfaction.

He had snatched someone ahead of Zhong Kai; yes, it felt pretty good.

Xu Xi ran over excitedly, holding a bunch of sunflowers: "Jiangjiang, congratulations on the smooth performance. That performance was really great. I really liked it."

The bouquet of sunflowers was stuffed into Jiang Nanshu’s hands; she looked up to meet Xu Xi’s small face and Xu Xingwan’s helpless expression.

The smile on her lips was light: "Thank you, this is the first time I’ve ever received flowers in my life."

Xu Xi’s smile was radiant: "Why be so formal with us...?" Her eyes filled with bewilderment: "Jiangjiang, just now, that man surnamed Zhong, some dean, took your painting away. The principal respectfully saw him off. Is he really that dean from the Hua Country Calligraphy Association? Why would he condescend to attend this evening event?"

Jiang Nanshu shrugged: "I don’t know him; maybe he knows Old Man Wen?"

Xu Xi: "..."

To you, every major director becomes an old man.

Xu Xingwan, smiling, said: "Your performance was really unexpected, giving me a whole new understanding of you. Everyone outside is busy inquiring about you; they didn’t even have time to watch Su Ran’s performance."

Jiang Nanshu had guessed as much.

That’s why she specifically requested her act to be scheduled before Su Ran’s; as long as she attracted enough attention, she could draw Director Wen away, and naturally, he wouldn’t have time to watch Su Ran’s act.

Her gaze turned to Xu Xingwan, baring a set of big white teeth as she smiled: "I just heard from Director Wen that Su Ran brought in funding for the crew, with the investor being Bao Yan. Is your brother always so generous to everyone?"

Xu Xingwan’s smile receded instantly; she was never concerned with Bao Yan’s work matters because she disliked him.

But hearing about him strongly promoting another woman made her stomach churn with nausea.

Her face tensed: "He’s not my brother; I have nothing to do with him. One day, I will leave this damned place."

After saying this, seeming to recall something unhappy, she walked away first.

Xu Xi looked concerned: "What’s wrong with Wanwan? Didn’t her brother let her come back to study?"

As someone with the plot-twisting privilege of knowing the storyline, Jiang Nanshu found it difficult to suppress her thoughts while munching on the metaphorical popcorn.

She sighed pretentiously: "It’s nothing; don’t worry about her. Her brother is coming to take her home soon."

With Bao Yan’s controlling villainous tendencies, Xu Xingwan’s chances of leaving Beijing were zero.

But this plotline had nothing to do with her.

Jiang Nanshu squinted and smiled; she just wanted to know whom Bao Yan would choose between his sister and Su Ran.

A melodious piano sound filled the area.

Jiang Nanshu was startled by the familiar melody.

Xu Xi excitedly looked over, "Wow, it’s ’Komorebi,’ this piece is super healing." frёeωebɳovel.com

"Jiangjiang," Xu Xi turned back, "Lu Qingyan is playing it; his piano skills are really impressive."

Jiang Nanshu stepped forward; she hadn’t heard this piece in many years.

Not since Zhou Yanxu had died.

She stood under the tree; moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting shadows on her, providing a good view of the stage.

Lu Qingyan’s black hair swayed slightly as he played, his white shirt softening his cool demeanor, making him look gentle. His fingers danced gracefully across the piano keys, playing a beautiful and healing song — even the name was healing.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves.

Jiang Nanshu unconsciously thought of Zhou Yanxu again.

It was the first day she was rescued and moved into the large villa, and Zhou Yanxu became her guardian in name.

The winter sunlight fell on his handsome profile; his beautiful eyes curved gently, blurring his fair facial features, "The sunlight is so warm, it can heal all unhealed wounds. Little Nannan, don’t be afraid of the past anymore. From now on, your brother is your only family, keeping all the pain away from you."

She had never enjoyed the affection of family from birth, but this stranger who had taken her home on the first day offered to give her a warm home.

She believed him, and her hopeless eyes filled with hope once again.

She, only eight years old, blushed for the first time that year.

That year Zhou Yanxu was twenty-two.

The song concluded.

The applause was enthusiastic.

Jiang Nanshu pulled a sunflower from the bouquet and said to Xu Xi, "It’s my turn to go up again, can I borrow a flower?"

Xu Xi snapped out of the musical feast, puffed her cheeks reluctantly, "Hmm, alright."

"I think he doesn’t care about you, Jiangjiang, can you... can you take better care of yourself?" She spoke softer and softer.

She felt indignant for Jiang Nanshu.

Jiang Nanshu was so wonderful; why should she be bound by this engagement? She didn’t feel that Lu Qingyan liked Jiang Nanshu much.

She also knew Jiang Nanshu had pursued him for many years and was afraid that their newly established friendship might break, so she didn’t dare speak out.

Jiang Nanshu was also distressed.

The revolution was not yet successful; she still needed to work hard to mess it up.

Lu Qingyan felt nothing for her, coincidentally, she had ulterior motives for him too; she needed to increase her presence around him. She couldn’t learn the attitude of being on call twenty-four hours a day as the previous person had, so she could only take whatever small opportunities she could get.

And it seemed Lu Mother was also there.

Hehe, disgusting them together.

Thus, maintaining her persona, she turned to Xu Xi with a wistful look, her eyes brimming with passion as if she wished the whole world knew, "Xu Xi, you simply don’t understand the feeling of loving someone. I’m going now; sincerity brings magic; he will surely be moved by my love."