The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 222: Jiang Nanshu, What Are You Doing!

Jiang Yisen slightly furrowed his brow.

Noticing Jiang Nanshu craning her neck to peek at his phone, he calmly turned off the screen, leaving her to stare at nothing.

Jiang Nanshu narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone haunting, "You guys are plotting behind my back to steal crap again? Can’t you include me?"

[Fine, fine, fine, the old man up front dragged me in, and you guys start a new one right behind my back, great!]

Jiang Yisen: "..."

In Wuhu, a big misunderstanding had arisen.

He continued calmly, nodding, "It’s another family group, do you want to join?"

[Hmph, there must be something fishy, let me investigate.]

"Join! I want to be with you guys forever!"

So Jiang Yisen swiftly added Jiang Nanshu to a group named [Families of Both Surnames Social Group].

And as a side note, he disbanded the group they had just been chatting in.

Jiang Nanshu immediately posted: [Include me in the crap-stealing plot.]

Jiang Yisen: [Let me introduce her, this is my sister, Jiang Nanshu.]

Song Kexia: [???Cousin! Why did you add her to the family group? Now it’s been tainted.]

Song Yichen: [Can we kick her out OK? So annoying, stop trying to give me gifts, I’ve thrown them all in the trash!]

Jiang Yunchuan: [Shut your mouths, my sister is also a member of this family. If you find it dirty, leave the group yourselves. I haven’t even said you’ve dirtied her place, haha.]

Only then did Jiang Nanshu realize this was the [Families of Both Surnames Group].

This group included not only the Jiang Family but all members of the Song Family as well.

From Old Sir Song and Old Madam Song at the top.

To the younger cousin still in high school at the bottom.

And Jiang Nanshu’s WeChat nickname was [Money Obsessed Jiang Jiang].

She hadn’t expected Jiang Yisen to directly add her to such a large group.

There were twenty or thirty people inside.

More than half were from the Song Family, a few uncles and aunts, cousins pretty much filled it out.

Song Kexia was her cousin, and Song Yichen was the younger cousin still in high school who also didn’t like her.

The original person’s three years of trying to please them had only been a source of amusement in their eyes.

Jiang Nanshu never expected her first intersection with them would be in a family group chat.

She wasn’t included in the family group, nor was she in the family clan group.

It was clear that she was an inconsequential being, only taken out for a look when remembered.

Jiang Nanshu immediately changed her group nickname to her real name.

Jiang Nanshu: [Fifth Brother, don’t scold Cousin Kexia and Cousin Yichen, they must have been hacked. Our grandfather’s family is cultured and elegant, how could they be so vulgar.]

Jiang Nanshu: [@Song Yichen, little cousin, since you don’t like those gifts, please cash them back to me, I really need the money.]

Song Yichen: [Beggar, the stuff you give can’t make it onto the table, three years ago you gave me a grasshopper woven from grass, don’t use fake grasshoppers to disgust people, I’ve still got a shadow hanging over me and haven’t let the maid scatter any grass seeds on the lawn.]

Jiang Nanshu quietly watched this line of text.

A memory jumped out at her.

It was her third day at the Jiang Family home when the Song Family members had brought Song Yichen to see her—the true heiress retrieved from rural obscurity.

In her memory, it all felt like a dream; she’d woken up to find herself in a strange place, away from her mom, dad, and brother, surrounded by cold stares as if she were some kind of laughable clown unfit to be seen.

At that moment, Jiang Nanshu truly wanted to escape this luxurious yet cage-like new home.

She was very constrained and forced herself to act unperturbed.

Not until she saw Song Yichen, the same age as Ji Ze, looking naive and cute and calling her ’sister’ obediently, did she feel her heart soften completely. She had nothing to offer but a grasshopper woven from grass, which she used to give to Ji Ze; he would treasure it, keeping the green grasshopper until it turned yellow, never willing to throw it away.

She thought Song Yichen would like it too.

When she handed it over to him, he first looked stunned and then threw the grasshopper on the ground, trampling it to bits.

The facade of compliance was torn away as he rolled his eyes dramatically, "You really are just a poor wretch from the countryside, I don’t have a cousin like you."

It was then that Jiang Nanshu finally understood.

Song Yichen had only put on his sweet act in front of her in hopes of getting his hands on a valuable gift.

It was only after realizing she was so poor that she couldn’t muster more than a few tens of dollars that he felt no burden in calling her a "poor ghost."

Jiang Yisen furrowed his eyebrows deeply, "Don’t mind those two, they’re just uncultured brats."

The Song Family prided themselves as a scholarly clan, yet Old Sir Song hadn’t even taught his grandchildren the basic respect owed to others.

Jiang Nanshu suddenly laughed, squinting her eyes, "It’s alright, big brother, I find our little cousin quite adorable, and I like him a lot, so I want to give him a gift."

Jiang Yisen’s brow twitched.

"Go ahead..."

Jiang Nanshu’s smile deepened, and her dark almond eyes also carried a hint of delight.

["Calling me a poor ghost? I’d like to see if you’d still kneel at my feet and beg for my charity when you become a poor ghost yourself."]

Finally, the auction came to an end.

Jiang Nanshu bid goodbye and left first.

The first thing she did after leaving was to spend money on a truckload of live grasshoppers, provided the Song Family’s address, and instructed the driver to release them at the Song Family’s front gate.

The driver even doubted if he was being played when he got the job.

But the employer had specified—without omission—to release all of the live grasshoppers inside.

He hesitated a bit, "Miss Jiang, could this be... immoral?"

Jiang Nanshu’s smile was sweet, "I’ll pay you ten thousand in compensation when it’s done."

The driver exclaimed, "I’ll brave the mountains of knives and the seas of fire without refusal!"

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The boss must have her reasons for doing this; he was just a worker following orders.

Jiang Nanshu could already picture the panic-stricken faces of the Song Family as grasshoppers filled their house.

They didn’t like fakes, so she brought them a whole truckload of real grasshoppers!

Her phone chimed with a notification.

It was a message from Fang Minghe.

Telling her to report to Fang Group the day after tomorrow, ready for the shoot.

Jiang Nanshu confirmed that it wouldn’t be a problem.

After replying to the message, she returned to the villa.

By evening, news had spread that Old Madam Song had fainted from shock due to grasshoppers jumping all over the house.

Song Kexia was so scared that she ran around wildly, then knocked into an outside marble column, fainting and needing to be hospitalized.

And Song Yichen was even more ridiculous.

He used Old Sir Song as a shield, ran out with a white face, and then tripped over his own feet, falling onto a hook. His pants ripped from the waist, exposing half of his bare buttocks to a crowd of onlookers.

All this news was relayed to her by Jiang Leyi over the phone; she wanted Jiang Nanshu to lay low, suggesting a vacation abroad would do, because the Song Family would find out it was her doing soon enough. Old Sir Song was especially livid, cursing their family’s misfortune.

Old Madam Song had already summoned Mrs. Jiang with a phone call for a stern talk.

Jiang Nanshu could expect a confrontation when she returned.

Mrs. Jiang’s regard for her family of origin was well known to them all since they were young.

Jiang Leyi was terribly afraid that Jiang Nanshu would be at a disadvantage.

Yet Jiang Nanshu was laughing so hard tears came out.

"Hahaha, does Song Yichen feel like dying? His bare butt seen by a bunch of people, hahaha, it’s killing me."

Jiang Leyi: "..."

She was about to speak when Jiang Nanshu’s door was abruptly kicked open.

Mrs. Jiang entered with a darkened face, "Jiang Nanshu! What are you causing trouble for now."