The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 208: Making Her Behave

Da Shachun saw that she was no longer fixated on Zhou Yanxu and heaved a sigh of relief.

He quickly agreed, "Sure, our Lord Main God is very easy to talk to. I mentioned it and he agreed right away, but you can only see her, you can’t speak to her, and she can’t see you."

Jiang Nanshu smiled, "That’s exactly what I want."

Da Shachun was very efficient.

Jiang Nanshu saw her in a corner of her own room.

She really was following her around.

But at this moment, her expression was somewhat desperate, continuously frantically pulling at her hair.

"Why do you have to torment me like this? Seeing her with Lu Qingyan is torturing my heart! Make her leave, system, make her leave!"

"Why has she come back? Shouldn’t she be dead? In the parallel world, her fate should have ended at the age of four. Why is she still alive now and has come back here? You lousy systems, what good are you?"

"Wuwuwu, system, save me, I don’t want to be erased, I can win them over. I’m the female lead, they will all love me, just give me time, they will all fall in love with me."

"Haha, can’t go back? Why can’t I go back? Is there another way? What... can only find another suitable body to host? I don’t want that, I have my sights set on her..."

Jiang Nanshu watched her crying and laughing like a mad woman, talking to the air.

She must be conversing with her system.

It looked like she couldn’t return to this body any longer. Jiang Nanshu saw her soul body grow increasingly faint; she probably wasn’t far from being erased.

With a frown, she said, "Da Shachun, is there a way to get her further away? I don’t want a ghost following me around."

Da Shachun: "Of course, Host, I’ll take care of it right away."

The next second, the girl vanished before Jiang Nanshu’s eyes, spirited away by Da Shachun to who knows where.

Having dealt with these matters.

Jiang Nanshu felt a headache coming on, it seemed as though she was getting a fever again.

Her head throbbed painfully.

So she opened the door to her room and went downstairs to get some hot water to take medicine.

Then she unexpectedly saw Chu Muxi there too.

She was looking at the couch cushion in the living room with a look of disdain.

Jiang Nanshu sneered inwardly, but her voice was puzzled, "Sister Xixi, why aren’t you asleep so late in the night, what are you doing here?"

Chu Muxi was startled, the look of disdain on her face almost didn’t shift in time.

Seeing it was Jiang Nanshu, she relaxed.

She would never admit that she was uncomfortable sleeping in this kind of place, feeling that every spot was dirty.

If it wasn’t to get closer to Jian Hemian, she would never demean herself by moving in.

But on the surface, she maintained her usual gentleness, sighing, "I was worried that Tingting was having trouble sleeping, so I came to sit in the living room."

Under Jiang Nanshu’s gaze, she sat on the sofa cushion she detested most and looked at her, "Nanshu, are you feeling any better?"

Jiang Nanshu walked over to the water dispenser, drew some warm water, and drank it down, "Thanks for your concern, much better. But, Sister Xixi, there is something I really want to ask you."

Chu Muxi’s expression remained unchanged, "What is it?"

Jiang Nanshu smiled harmlessly, "This afternoon I clearly told you to be careful at the mountain base, so why did Su Ran still blame me? Was it that you didn’t explain it clearly and that caused her to misunderstand me?"

Chu Muxi’s smile stiffened. She had never intended to say anything; how else could she incite Su Ran’s hatred for Jiang Nanshu and make them bite at each other?

Her eyes reddened as she spoke softly, "I’m sorry, Nanshu. I didn’t expect things to turn out like this. I forgot to tell her. I thought you were just scaring people, so I didn’t say anything. That caused Tingting to break her leg, and I feel very guilty. If I had paid more attention, it would have been better. I’m sorry for making you feel wronged."

"It’s okay." Jiang Nanshu filled another cup with water.

"I appreciate your words. ’Forgot to say’ and ’didn’t say’ seem a bit contradictory, Sister Xixi. You surely didn’t do it on purpose, I believe you. So, I recorded our conversation just now. Being misunderstood by Sister Su Ran made me very upset; I have to prove my innocence."

Jiang Nanshu refilled her cup and went upstairs, muttering, "I’ll send this audio to her tomorrow, and send another copy to Huang Ruanting. Ah, it’s tough being a good person."

Chu Muxi watched helplessly as Jiang Nanshu left.

She wasn’t angry about being recorded.

Instead, she was analyzing Jiang Nanshu as a person.

She couldn’t define her with her past thinking anymore.

The current Jiang Nanshu seemed to have changed her core, becoming smarter, and much more difficult to deal with.

Chu Muxi lowered her eyes, hiding the malice within.

...

The next day

Jiang Nanshu woke up feeling that her illness had gone.

There was a knock on the door.

Jiang Nanshu snuggled lazily under the blankets, a fresh lemon laundry detergent scent in the air, her voice languid, "What’s up?"

"Your stepmother has made breakfast and is asking you to come down and eat."

It was Lu Qingyan’s voice.

Jiang Nanshu looked at the time, it was already 8:30.

She yawned, stepped out of bed barefoot, and walked to the window, pulling open the curtains.

"Come in, the door’s not locked."

A second later, the lock on the door turned.

Lu Qingyan wore a simple white short-sleeved shirt, black casual pants, and his black hair was untidy, hanging lazily by his eyes.

Jiang Nanshu stood in the morning sunlight, smiling at him, "Brother Qingyan, did you sleep well last night?"

"Mm, not bad," he stepped in, looking at her bare white and delicate feet, frowning slightly, "Jiang Nanshu, have you forgotten that you were sick yesterday?"

"I’m fine now," Jiang Nanshu twirled around, "Look, I’m not dizzy or blurry, I’m lively and kicking."

The next second, she was picked up by Lu Qingyan and tossed onto the bed.

Jiang Nanshu frowned unhappily, rubbing her backside, "You’re not gentle at all."

"Put on shoes."

Lu Qingyan somehow found a pair of sandals and placed them by her bed.

Jiang Nanshu was pleased again, "Mm, considering you’re so agreeable, I’ll forgive your rudeness."

Lu Qingyan replied, "Thanks for Ms. Jiang Nanshu’s magnanimity."

Jiang Nanshu burst out laughing, "Brother Qingyan, I thought you were always so cold, but you’re actually quite funny when you talk."

Lu Qingyan tugged at his lip, not paying her any attention.

Instead, he turned to look at the various first-place awards on the desk and her old photos.

The former her had always stood out for her looks since she was young, with delicate features like a porcelain doll, and even in old-fashioned school uniforms she shone brightly.

Jiang Nanshu wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her face pressed against his back, and asked softly, "Brother Qingyan, can you always be this gentle, this nice to me?"

Lu Qingyan put down the frame, his dark eyes unfathomable, his usually cool voice tinged with softness, "Depends on how you behave."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

[The normal course of action would be for you to earnestly promise me, to assure me you’d be nice to me for life! Why does it depend on my behavior with you? If I don’t behave well, are you saying you would dump me?!]

Lu Qingyan turned around and drew her into his arms.

He wouldn’t necessarily dump her.

But he would make her obediently behave.