The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 245: Will Nannan be willing to come back?

Jiang Nanshu yawned lazily, "Ms. Song, did you seek me out just to say this? I haven’t yet tasted the bitterness of society. How can I just return like that?"

Mrs. Jiang was silent for a long time and sighed in the end, "I was too impulsive in my tone. You will always be my daughter, let the past be past. I owe you an apology. Because of my negligence, you suffered for sixteen years outside. It was my fault."

Jiang Nanshu thought of the Ji Family.

She remembered everything about her childhood. Initially, they lived in a tiled house, which, although not leaking, lacked any aesthetic compared to city houses.

Later, when Ji Ze was born, the village land was allocated, and Father Ji used the family’s savings to build a two-story house.

Her original childhood was joyful, with loving parents and relatives, kind neighbors, and playmates with whom she played in the countryside. The local elementary school was very rundown, small, and backward. After finishing farmwork, Father Ji would pick her up from school, walking with her on the rural roads, his broad shoulders carrying her small school bag.

Mrs. Ji would prepare a table full of food, waiting with young Ji Ze for their return.

The family wasn’t wealthy, but they were very happy.

Jiang Nanshu concealed the envy in her eyes and sincerely said, "It wasn’t hard. My childhood was very happy, probably happier than staying in the Jiang Family."

Mrs. Jiang didn’t expect that, after lowering her voice, her own daughter would still argue with her!

She thought that children not raised by her side from a young age couldn’t possibly become close.

When Jiang Leyi was around, their family of eight lived harmoniously without any squabbles. Her children were well-bred, obedient, and accomplished, making her proud.

Mrs. Jiang lost her patience, her tone becoming much harsher, "Next week is your birthday. Your grandfather isn’t holding a grudge for what you did. He wants to throw you a birthday banquet. You must attend, and the invitations have already been sent out. Nannan, it’s okay to be angry with me. We’re family, but being too stubborn with your grandfather will only cost our family’s face."

Jiang Nanshu sneered in her heart.

She didn’t care about face.

If she cared about such things, she would have died many times over already.

There’s a saying - pride goes before a fall.

Jiang Nanshu had a vengeful nature, which really wasn’t endearing.

She chuckled softly, "Let’s do this. I won’t blame grandfather or the cousins for their indulgence. As long as Song Kexia and Song Yichen come in front of me to apologize and bow, I’ll consider the matter settled and attend the birthday party."

She wasn’t asking for Song Yichen and the others to kneel, just a bow. That’s simple, right?

"Jiang Nanshu! You’re really stubborn." Mrs. Jiang hung up the phone in anger.

The phone beeped.

Jiang Nanshu blocked Mrs. Jiang’s number.

Seeing that it was still early, she continued sleeping with her blanket.

Meanwhile, at the Jiang Family home.

Mrs. Jiang’s well-maintained, graceful face also showed signs of aging with more fine lines around her eyes.

Holding her phone, she tried to calm her heaving chest, her face full of annoyance.

The door was opened.

Mr. Jiang kept a stern face and asked, "Is Nannan willing to come back?"

Mrs. Jiang’s lips were tightly pursed, and she reacted heatedly, "It doesn’t matter whether she comes back or not, I’m her mother; should I beg her on my knees to return? I merely scolded her and she took it personally; what can I do about that? Are you going to stay angry with me because of her? Doesn’t it hurt my feelings?"

As she spoke, Mrs. Jiang began wiping the tears at the corner of her eyes, "It seems you all want to anger me to death. You’d probably be happy if I fell ill because then you could marry that vixen Chu Xin, right? Jiang Huanye, we’ve been married for nearly thirty years, and now you want to divorce me for a daughter who’s only been back for three years? Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

Jiang Yunchuan walked in from behind.

Seeing his mother cry also made him feel uneasy; usually, Jiang Nanshu would come home every week, but now the house felt empty on weekends.

"Mom, it’s not dad’s fault, you saw how ugly Song Kexia and Song Yichen spoke that day, and sister didn’t even have a chance to fight back? You didn’t stand up for her, and instead, you asked her to apologize. What kind of love potion did grandfather feed you to bias you towards them?"

Mrs. Jiang exploded like a stepped-on cat, "What nonsense are you talking about? I’m doing this for Nannan’s good. Imagine how many people would ridicule her for being unfilial? Aside from that, we should consider your grandfather’s age. He’s over seventy. How many years does he have left to live? The incident with Nannan nearly scared him to sickness. I asked Nannan to apologize; it’s not a big deal for the younger generation to bow to their elders, is it?"

"Why don’t Song Kexia and Song Yichen come and bow to Nannan to apologize?"

"That’s impossible," Mrs. Jiang unbelievably retorted.

The Song Family cares most about face.

How could they possibly let Song Kexia and Song Yichen kneel and apologize to Jiang Nanshu—she couldn’t even imagine it.

Having said that, she also came to her senses.

Yes, how could that be possible?

The Song Family would never apologize, so why should Jiang Nanshu?

"I only asked Nannan to apologize to her grandfather, not to the two of them," Mrs. Jiang’s voice grew weaker.

Jiang Yunchuan silently looked at her, "What’s the difference? They would definitely be there to mock it. Not to mention that Nannan doesn’t want to go, I wouldn’t want to either. If I were the one involved, would you ask me to kneel and apologize?"

Mrs. Jiang fell silent.

The answer was obvious.

She wouldn’t agree.

But she would press Jiang Yunchuan to send gifts and money to the Song Family, and consider the matter settled.

"Maybe asking Nannan to kneel wasn’t your idea, but by conveying the Song Family’s wishes, you still hurt her. Mom, let’s be nicer to her. Nannan’s presence isn’t costing you anything; on the contrary, we have gained something far more valuable through her."

That was their fate.

Mrs. Jiang’s fingers continuously scratched at her phone screen, accidentally peeling off the edge of the protector.

The sharp glass cut her fingertip, causing her pain.

Her mind, initially swayed by Jiang Yunchuan’s words, sharpened again.

Her gaze grew steely, "But have you considered that the soul currently residing in her body is a stranger! Because it ousted your original sister’s soul, we are compensated by hearing her inner thoughts. If this weren’t so preposterous, she would be the murderer. Besides, our family hasn’t treated her poorly; we provide her with everything of the best quality. Yet, she still wishes ill on us; how have we wronged her?"

Jiang Yunchuan wanted to explain, but he didn’t know how.

It also made his heart tired.

"Forget it, just do whatever you want," Jiang Yunchuan continued, "Mom, I know you want to save Cousin. His fate isn’t related to our family. If you really dislike Nannan, just stop using her. You know your own fate, can’t you just change your own actions?"