The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 204: The Goal is to Resurrect Zhou Yanxu?

Mrs. Ji was so angry she picked up a broom.

It didn’t matter to her and her husband if they were slighted; they could endure it.

But Mrs. Ji couldn’t stand anyone badmouthing Jiang Nanshu.

Her Nannan had always been sensible and obedient, as well as filial.

She never complained about working hard and was diligent in her studies.

Mrs. Ji couldn’t adore her enough and simply wouldn’t allow anyone to disparage her.

"You’re the disaster star, you’re the broom star, how could you not be unlucky when you’re the one who came across a blind bear descending the mountains once in a blue moon, you with your black heart, my Nannan hasn’t provoked you, and yet you curse her like this, get out of here, you’re not welcome in our home."

Mrs. Ji swung the broom and beat the person over the head.

Cheng An raised his hand to block and managed to keep the broom from hitting his face.

"You deserve to die of anger, ignorant woman, Jiang Nanshu is a cancer, whoever touches her gets unlucky, if it weren’t for running into her bad luck today, which jinxed us, how would we have encountered danger? If Huang Ruanting gets hurt, it’s all Jiang Nanshu’s fault." His voice was loud.

Filled with rage.

Jiang Hemian laughed in anger, he really didn’t know how the little young master of the Cheng family had twisted his brain.

He was the one who wanted to go camping and set up tents at the foot of the mountain, and when danger struck, he blamed others for jinxing him.

He couldn’t be bothered with this vermin.

Jiang Hemian directly dragged him by the back of his collar toward the entrance.

"Ah, are you trying to strangle me? Jiang Hemian! Cough, cough, help." Cheng An screamed all the way.

His body was dragged through the dust, and Jiang Hemian threw him out completely.

Jiang Hemian leaned against the door frame, looking at his pathetic state, and said with a smile, "I think you really don’t want to stay in this yard, so I thoughtfully kicked you out, wait for the ambulance to come and then roll on your own."

Cheng An glared furiously.

"Cheng An..." Chu Muxi spoke out.

Jiang Hemian glanced at her, "Do you want to join him outside too?"

Chu Muxi fell silent, her eyes filled with worry as she gazed at Cheng An, her face full of apology.

Cheng An, looking at the two of them, could clearly foresee Jiang Hemian’s inevitable downfall in his dreams.

He grinned and said, "Jiang Hemian, I’m waiting for the day you get your retribution."

"Tsch," Jiang Hemian scoffed.

He closed the door with a "bang."

"So noisy."

"Uncle Ji, Aunt Ji, let’s go inside; the ambulance will take him away soon, don’t worry."

Mrs. Ji nodded.

Because of her agitation, blood suddenly streamed from her nose.

She hurried to the bathroom.

Father Ji followed worriedly, "How come you’re getting a nosebleed again, how long have you been overheated without getting better?"

"I’m fine, probably because I got angry..."

Their voices gradually faded.

Chu Muxi hesitated before persuading, "Third Brother, Cheng An isn’t bad at heart, maybe he spoke so carelessly because Su Ran got injured."

"Su Ran? Injured?"

Chu Muxi nodded, "She was protecting Cheng An at the time, and her arm got cut by a thorny branch."

Jiang Hemian: "..."

"He’s not good-hearted, he’s got water in his brain," he remarked and then dropped the subject.

Jiang Hemian had no desire to pay attention to Chu Muxi and entered the house.

Chu Muxi’s lips curved into a slight smile.

The relationship between the Jiang and the Cheng families was over.

The relationships within Beijing’s elite families were intricate, every family intertwined with others in matters of interest.

Pull one hair and the whole body moves.

Losing the Cheng family would inevitably hurt the Jiang family to the bone.

And her goal was to make the Jiang family willing to support the Chu family in going against the already fractured Cheng family.

They’d get the support they needed, and the Jiang family’s circumstances would undergo a revolutionary change.

Chu Muxi’s every step was taken with her family’s interests in mind.

Because she was the only heir to the Chu family.

The sickly girl that no one seemed to take seriously.

...

Mingyue Town Hospital.

The medical equipment here was not as advanced as in Beijing.

Jiang Nanshu sat on the wooden bench, tilting her head back to watch the drip descending through the clear tubing into her pale veins. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Her high fever wouldn’t break, so she was receiving an IV.

And Lu Qingyan sat beside her, his head leaning against the wall behind them, eyes closed, his long, dense lashes casting shadows on his eyelids.

Jiang Nanshu had not wanted the IV treatment; she’d preferred to simply buy some medicine and take it home.

But Lu Qingyan insisted that the IV would speed her recovery.

It was hard to imagine that her first IV in life was in the dead of night, with Lu Qingyan by her side.

He smelled of cedar, and it was pleasant.

[The scent on you is quite similar to Yanshu’s, and you resemble him a lot; he was also very gentle.]

Lu Qingyan’s closed lashes fluttered.

Jiang Nanshu relaxed her body against the chair, her gaze vacantly fixed on the dust-laden incandescent bulb in the centre of the ceiling. Perhaps because she was sick, her normally lucid mind was a bit muddled, her thoughts drifting back to times when she had been ill before.

Zhou Yanxu would carefully portion out her medications, placing them in a small box, and remind her when it was time to take them.

When she closed her eyes, Jiang Nanshu could barely remember what Zhou Yanxu looked like, but she had enjoyed his tenderness.

He was a man with the heart of a saint, unable to bear others’ suffering.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent millions to purchase her freedom from her unscrupulous parents, providing her a warm haven.

He took years to help her step out of her childhood shadows, turning her into a pampered and spoiled little princess.

And before the accident, he had drafted his will, leaving his entire inheritance to her, a stranger with no ties to the Zhou family.

Yet, he was also weak.

Faced with voracious family members, he let them take his belongings.

His treatment of the world was gentle, but those black-hearted people only wanted to wring more benefits from him, and he never got angry.

How could someone be so gentle.

Jiang Nanshu sighed deeply in her heart.

And then she started calling for Da Shachun.

"Why didn’t you show up when I called for you just now?"

Da Shachun popped up: [Host, it’s great that you’re okay. I don’t know what happened, but for a moment I felt unbound from you, I couldn’t find any trace of you.]

Jiang Nanshu: "I found the original soul of this body. She has been beside me all along, and she also has a system. What’s going on here?"

Da Shachun was confused: [Ah? That’s new. Usually, those with a system are Tamers, belonging to an otherworldly realm; she definitely doesn’t belong to this world.]

Jiang Nanshu: "?"

Interesting.

So she’s another transmigrator?

And she had the audacity to claim this body was hers.

Jiang Nanshu felt even more justified: "Well, she said she was going to be annihilated. She doesn’t seem to be here to conquer anything but to head to her death. Since she was destined to die anyway, I let her start her reincarnation a bit earlier."

Da Shachun: [...]

[Host, let me handle this matter; I’ll check into it.]

"By the way, I have a question for you..."

Before Jiang Nanshu could finish, Da Shachun disappeared in a puff of smoke, as if afraid she would ask for more.

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

[I just wanted to ask if it’s possible to resurrect someone since souls can survive. You dead system! You ran off so fast!]

Lu Qingyan slightly lifted his eyelids; his eyes were as dark as the limitless nightlife.

So that was Jiang Nanshu’s purpose for coming with a mission.

Was it to resurrect Zhou Yanxu?