The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 206 I Want to Kiss You

In the end,

Su Ran collapsed and shouted, as if questioning and condemning at the same time.

Jiang Nanshu’s smile remained unchanged, "Oh, what does that have to do with me? Should I also pay for your decision to go camping? When Huang Ruanting mocked and kicked me when I was down at school, why didn’t I see you standing up for me to speak a word of justice? Whether she’s crippled or dead, what does it have to do with me?"

The smile in her eyes grew even more radiant, "Having one less person targeting me only makes me happy, why would I be sad for someone irrelevant?"

Su Ran stared in disbelief.

She not only lacked sympathy, but she even felt happy.

Ha...

Su Ran raised her hand and fiercely slapped towards Jiang Nanshu’s face.

When it was just an inch away from Jiang Nanshu’s cheek, a large hand firmly grasped her wrist, rendering her unable to move forward or backward.

Lu Qingyan, who had been silent all along, looked at her indifferently with his dark eyes, his thin lips slightly parted, "What are you doing?"

Su Ran looked at him with tearful eyes, her lips quivering, but no words came out.

It was still him, yet it felt as if it wasn’t him anymore.

Lu Qingyan gave a hard shake and released Su Ran’s wrist.

She staggered back two steps, unsteady.

Jiang Nanshu screamed in fear, her face drained of color, tears welling up in her eyes, "I just have this unlikable personality, I talk without a sense of proportion. It’s my fault that I didn’t clarify things in the afternoon, leading to the accident and causing sister such anger. Brother Qingyan, don’t blame her, it’s all my fault." freewebnøvel.com

She sobbed, her shoulders trembling, crying with self-blame.

Being sick, her already pale face turned even whiter, her apricot eyes reddened from crying, and her bright red tear mole flowed with tears, washed even more vividly.

Jian Hemian looked at Su Ran coldly, seeing her as foolish.

It seemed as if blaming others would ease her friend’s injury.

Chu Muxi showed concern but was actually just watching the drama unfold.

She too was curious about how Lu Qingyan would choose between Su Ran and Jiang Nanshu.

Back in high school, from the first year, Su Ran was inseparable from Lu Qingyan, if nothing else, they had been companions for three years.

Liang Ciqiu wanted to speak but ultimately decided against getting involved. He also faintly felt that this matter had nothing to do with Jiang Nanshu, but Su Ran was adamant that Jiang Nanshu had deliberately failed to remind them.

The beautiful filter he had for Su Ran seemed to have lost a layer.

Lu Qingyan moved past Jiang Nanshu’s shoulder, faced her, and gently wiped away her tears with his fingers, his voice soft and soothing yet nearly imperceptible, "Be good, don’t cry, this isn’t your fault."

Jiang Nanshu blinked her innocent eyes and then broke into a smile, "Mmhmm."

[Good, I won’t kick you out for now.]

Su Ran’s eyes were filled with mournful pain, her voice hoarse, "Lu Qingyan, you’ve disappointed me greatly. I thought you were at least different, but why, why do you also protect her? She despises life, her actions are malicious."

After soothing Jiang Nanshu’s emotions, Lu Qingyan finally turned to face Su Ran.

Previously, when he looked at her, he simply saw her as ambitious, constantly pestering him with endless questions.

Though he found it tiresome, he couldn’t shed that gentle persona.

When he was not yet powerful, he could only be the gentleman, gentle, the academically impeccable golden boy.

This way, his mother would not intervene in his development while he was still young.

He enjoyed his hard-earned freedom and did not want to be caged again.

Therefore, throughout high school and college, anyone could ask him questions; he was famously good-tempered, without a hint of a rich second generation attitude.

But now, looking again,

stripped of that scholarly halo, she seemed particularly foolish.

Could such a brainless person really have carried him out of that mountain?

For the first time, Lu Qingyan harbored this doubt.

[Someone is asking you a question, why the silence?! Am I that embarrassing?]

Jiang Nanshu pinched his arm anxiously.

[Quick, say I’m your darling sweetheart, infuriate her, slap her in the face, and then solemnly promise to be with me, shut down her thoughts. I don’t want to fight two rivals when I’m trying to win you over!]

She hadn’t forgotten; Yan Yidan was waiting for her when the vacation was over.

Thinking of Sister Ma Jia gave her a headache.

Lu Qingyan: "..."

He chuckled softly, his dark eyes cold, "Su Ran, I suggest you get your head checked. From beginning to end, my girlfriend had nothing to do with this case. She wasn’t obligated to inform you about these matters either. Anyone with a brain would have checked if the place was safe beforehand. Now, regretting after the mishap, you turn to bother an innocent person."

"I think what she said isn’t wrong either. If an enemy dies, should we be happy or are we supposed to cry and attend their funeral?"

Jiang Nanshu’s eyes brimmed with tears, touched.

[Being recognized feels great, I’ll keep trying hard!]

Su Ran chuckled, tears rolling down continuously, her gaze at Lu Qingyan unfamiliar, "I truly regret saving you. "

If she had known Lu Qingyan would betray her, striking her with the most lethal blow.

She should have let him die on that mountain.

An icy look between Lu Qingyan’s brows, his dark eyes probing, "Su Ran, did you really carry me down from that mountain?"

Su Ran’s expression stiffened for a second, then she swiftly wiped away her tears harshly, "Then just assume it wasn’t me. I don’t want your gratitude for saving your life either."

Having said that, she stormed past the two of them and dashed out.

Liang Ciqiu stood up again, realizing how late it was.

He couldn’t just stand by and watch Su Ran get into trouble, but when he looked at Jiang Nanshu again, with a complicated expression in his eyes, he wanted to say something but ended up sighing deeply and rushed out after her.

[Ah? Hold on, how did it turn into a discussion about lifesaving gratitude? Thank God Lu Qingyan wasn’t manipulated. Damn, this female lead is so ungrateful. If I were given 30 million, I’d stay far away from men and forget about any gratitude for saving lives!]

[Speaking of which, can I still get the 1 million from the annulled engagement? Oh no, bad timing. I should have let the original quit the marriage successfully before I stepped in. Now it’s all a mess, forcing me to use another method!]

Thinking about this made Jiang Nanshu itch with frustration.

None of the book’s protagonists behaved as expected.

All determined to sabotage their character setups.

Father Ji didn’t really know these people but knew very well that the young woman held a strong animosity toward his daughter.

Jiang Nanshu was still sick.

Her eyes red from crying.

His fatherly heart ached, disregarding others, he immediately said, "Nannan, go upstairs and rest. Focus on getting better, and leave the rest to us."

Jiang Nanshu looked at him and couldn’t utter the cold words she had thought, but she nodded softly, "Okay."

Then she took Lu Qingyan upstairs.

Father Ji turned to look at Hemian and Chu Muxi, who were still there, his smile simple: "Valued guests, our place is small and may not be very accommodating, but please bear with it for the night."

Chu Muxi smiled gently, her tone soft, "It’s fine, Uncle Ji, as long as I have a place to sleep, I have no complaints."

Seeing how easygoing she was, Father Ji sighed in relief.

Upstairs, in Jiang Nanshu’s room.

She pulled him inside, shut the door, didn’t turn on the light, but pinned Lu Qingyan against the wall while moonlight spread across the floor, casting a silver glow.

"Brother Qingyan, were the things you said just now sincere?" Jiang Nanshu looked at him expectantly.

Lu Qingyan was standing up for her. He must have fallen for her!

She needed confirmation.

In the moonlight, Lu Qingyan looked into her beautiful eyes.

He answered softly, "Yeah."

Jiang Nanshu beamed, her sickly pale cheeks flushed beautifully.

She asked cautiously, "Then... do you, maybe, like me a little?"

The scent of cedar in the nightlife grew stronger, intertwining with her own delicate fragrance, like two parallel lines beginning to intertwine and entangle.

His heartbeat numbed him in the night.

His heartbeat—it didn’t obey.

After a long while, he relented with, "Yeah, I do."

Jiang Nanshu’s smile brightened; she reached for his collar and went on tiptoe, "I want to kiss you."

At the moment their lips touched,

Lu Qingyan heard Jiang Nanshu’s voice.

[Like isn’t enough, I want your love.]