The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 180 This is definitely the worst time this girl has been slandered!

Chapter 180: Chapter 180 This is definitely the worst time this girl has been slandered!

Su Jianlin gave Fang Yi a meaningful glance, telling him to stop talking. Didn’t he know what Zhou Ye was going through? Wasn’t saying this just a stab to his heart?

Couldn’t he see that he was deliberately speaking out to cheer up Zhou Ye?

"Heh," Zhou Ye gave a brief snort, his voice betraying neither happiness nor anger: "I’m not familiar with Xingze either, and if the company wants to promote him, it has nothing to do with me. After all, the team is going to be disbanded today, right? Fang Yi."

Fang Yi guessed that Zhou Ye must be jealous, which was why he was pretending not to care. He vaguely responded, "Maybe. Let’s see what happens after tonight."

The group entered the rehearsal room.

On the other side, a female assistant led Jiang Nanshu to a small room, gave her some instructions, and then left.

She had also received a message to wait there for Zhou Ye to come; there might be work to do later, so she had to keep an eye on Zhou Ye.

Jiang Nanshu looked around the small but cozy rest room, which even had a soft beige sofa in the middle.

She took off her mask, yawned, and lazily leaned on it.

Turning on her phone, she saw a new notification.

#Popular singer Zhou Ye suspected of taking his girlfriend on a trip#

Jiang Nanshu: "?"

Zhou Ye, the eternal bachelor, had someone now?!

When did this happen?

Curious, she clicked on the photo.

She then found that a netizen had zoomed in on Zhou Ye’s selfie and circled it, then spotted a girl’s reflection in the car window.

Wasn’t that her?!

The comments below were quite nasty: saying things like if Zhou Ye was dating he’d lose fans, or that Zhou Ye’s girlfriend being a nobody ruined his appeal, and fans were doxxing the girl, making a huge racket.

Jiang Nanshu was speechless for a moment.

She used her own account to reply aggressively to the post.

Pummeling Orange Juice: [This is definitely the worst this girl has ever been blackened!]

Just after she replied, there came the noise of a door opening and a cup being smashed outside.

Mixed with a man’s angry curse: "If you’re not selling the song, then get lost, stop wasting my time. Letting you change the lyrics and music was a sign of respect, otherwise do you really think you could sell it for 30,000 yuan? Dream on! I’m giving you one day to think about it. If you don’t want it, don’t even think about staying in this industry."

The last words carried a threat.

With a "bang" of a door closing, the quarrel came to an end.

Then there was the rustling sound of picking up paper.

Jiang Nanshu opened the door and leaned against the doorway, looking towards the source of the noise, her eyebrows lightly raised: "It’s you?"

Duan Huaiyu paused in his paper-picking motion, lifted his rigid brows and eyes but quickly looked down again, his movements unconsciously hastened.

Every time the young lady encountered him, she always stood above, out of reach.

He hummed in response with a light voice: "Ah, you’ve seen a joke."

There was still a sheet of paper at Jiang Nanshu’s feet; he hesitated over whether or not to pick it up when Jiang Nanshu bent down, her fair, slender fingertips pinching the paper: "Here, for you."

So the young lady would bend down for others, not as cold and unapproachable as he had imagined.

Duan Huaiyu stood up and reached out to take it: "Thank you."

Jiang Nanshu cocked her head to look at him, her gaze falling on the paper. "Are you selling your song?"

Duan Huaiyu looked down and inexplicably felt a bit uneasy in front of Jiang Nanshu. "Yeah."

After responding, he felt himself a little cold and added another line. "To survive, I can’t always rely on others to help with my mother’s medical expenses."

Jiang Nanshu fell silent.

It was as if she had indirectly saved a life, yet she hadn’t changed Duan Huaiyu’s life.

At the very least, in the original story, after his mother passed away, he was by Su Ran’s side, holding a respectable job, and he didn’t need to struggle so hard to earn money for his mother’s medical treatment.

With the changed plot, Jiang Nanshu didn’t know whether it was fortune or misfortune for Duan Huaiyu.

"It looks like you were rejected, this piece of paper is so creased. You must have been rejected a lot, right?"

"It’s okay, someone will buy it eventually. As long as they don’t erase the traces of my lyrics and composition, selling it cheap is fine," Duan Huaiyu finished speaking and neatly folded the song manuscripts one by one.

"It’s only 30,000 yuan. You’re willing to settle for that?"

Duan Huaiyu was silent for a few seconds before seriously looking at Jiang Nanshu.

She was delicate and beautiful, her smiled seemed pretty and conveyed an unnoticeable detachment, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes brimming with light, dark and bright, and the mole at the corner of her eye made her entire face dazzling.

They were close to each other, but in reality, they lived in two different worlds.

Duan Huaiyu pressed his lips together, averted his gaze from her, and distantly said, "Miss, you don’t understand the suffering of the common people. Thirty thousand yuan might not be enough for you to buy a bag, but for me, it can save a life."

Jiang Nanshu raised her eyebrows—how did the conversation turn sour?

She had a fleeting encounter with Duan Huaiyu, the only impression being him giving her an umbrella on a rainy day, nothing more.

She curled her red lips, her eyes and eyebrows showing indifference. "Oh, you may leave, good luck."

Duan Huaiyu walked forward, and Jiang Nanshu was about to settle back into the rest lounge.

Behind her, a woman’s frantic shouting erupted. "Die, bitch!"

Jiang Nanshu quickly turned around, the blade was already at her face.

A hand blocked her, the sharp knife penetrating his left hand, as he shielded Jiang Nanshu in front of him, Duan Huaiyu’s eyes turned cold, as he toppled the woman to the ground with one hand, and a group of security personnel followed: "Quick, quick, quick, restrain her, don’t let her injure anyone else, call the police! Hurry, call the police!"

Duan Huaiyu pulled the knife from his hand, blood rolling down his arm onto the song manuscript, blurring the ink beyond recognition.

Only then did he turn around and say to Jiang Nanshu, "It’s over now."

Jiang Nanshu didn’t have much of a reaction; in her original world, she had been through too many of these incidents—the knife scraping her face wouldn’t take her life.

She looked calm: "In saving me, you ruined your song manuscript."

"It can be rewritten if it’s ruined," Duan Huaiyu said while trying to stop the bleeding with his right hand. "But you wouldn’t get another chance if you were hurt, Miss. I know girls all cherish their beauty."

"So, let this time be...repaying your kindness."

"Alas." In the end, Jiang Nanshu sighed helplessly. "You really are a fool."

Her eyes turned towards the woman now under control, ranting and raving, and asked the security personnel, "Who is she?"

The security hesitated before responding, "She’s Jiang Zhouye’s delusional fan, no idea how she got in here, it’s fortunate that no lives were lost. We started chasing her when we noticed her suspicious behavior, but she was too fast, and we couldn’t keep up."

The delusional fan glared, "You’re the girlfriend of my brother? You’re not worthy of him, you pathetic parasite."

Disgust surged in Jiang Nanshu’s eyes, as she directly told the security, "Take her to the police station, I won’t accept a settlement."

Panic finally crept into the fan’s eyes: "If you lay a finger on me, I’ll ruin Jiang Zhouye, I advise you to let me go."

"Idiot, your brain’s gone rotten from fandom. Even if he becomes a pile of crap, it has nothing to do with me," Jiang Nanshu’s red lips parted lightly. "Duan Huaiyu, hand the weapon to the security personnel, take it to the police station later, and then, follow me."