The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 223 Go to the Song Family with Me to Apologize

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Hearing Mrs. Jiang’s furious voice, Jiang Leyi was startled on the other end of the phone.

Anxiously she said, "Nanshu, hand the phone to Mom, I’ll talk to her, it was clearly those two from the Song Family who insulted us first..."

After Jiang Leyi finished speaking, Jiang Nanshu calmly hung up the phone, her eyes brimming with tears of laughter now tinged with sarcasm.

She reached out to wipe her eyes, her tone innocently calm, "What happened?"

"Coming to accuse me, I knew the people in this house wouldn’t be nice to me for no reason, Ms. Song’s attitude is the most genuine."

Mrs. Jiang was taken aback.

The "Ms. Song" in Jiang Nanshu’s inner thoughts made her face momentarily pale.

She didn’t know when it started.

The "Mom" in Jiang Nanshu’s heart had turned into "Ms. Song."

Maybe from the time she met her foster mother?

How could her biological mother be so disliked by her, what was she supposed to do?

She was grateful for Jiang Nanshu’s inner voice saving their fate, but she also tried hard to be good to her, yet in the end, her husband blamed her, her sons were dissatisfied with her, and even Jiang Leyi, who she had doted on since childhood, was taking Jiang Nanshu’s side in front of her.

Jiang Nanshu was her biological daughter, even if she didn’t like her, she was still her flesh and blood, but Jiang Nanshu’s blood was cold.

Oh, no.

The daughter who had once been so eager to please her was already dead!

This one now was some kind of monster from who knows where.

It dawned on Mrs. Jiang.

Her once guilty gaze turned cold in an instant.

"Do you know how rare the opportunity I secured for you to have your birthday celebration at the Song Family’s house is? The Song Family is famously erudite, people from the Song Family are symbols of ’intellectuals’ when they walk outside, what you did today is ruining your own future!" Mrs. Jiang scolded.

Others would rack their brains out and still not get such an opportunity, she had gone, humbling herself to her family of origin to compensate Jiang Nanshu, and was already seething with anger.

She wasn’t just ungrateful, she even made a mockery in front of the Song Family.

She released a cartload of grasshoppers.

How would others view Jiang Nanshu?

How would they view her as a mother?

They would just keep criticizing Jiang Nanshu for being ill-bred, that it was her failure as a mother not to have educated her well, shaming her.

Jiang Nanshu witnessed her transformation.

Sure enough, she couldn’t keep up the act of being nice to her for even a month.

Perhaps there was a moment when Mrs. Jiang felt guilty towards her, but that guilt could not outweigh her vanity, just like she might find out Chu Xin deliberately seduced her husband, but she would only vent her anger on Mr. Jiang, and publicly she would still be friends with Chu Xin, shopping, maintaining her skincare routine, and going on vacations together with Chu Xin, because she needed to save face, needed a friend of lesser family background, to highlight her innate sense of superiority.

Jiang Nanshu was just glad she wasn’t the original person.

She never expected unearned kindness.

Because all of that came with a price.

Jiang Nanshu shrugged nonchalantly, feeling somewhat aggrieved, "How was I supposed to know they were so faint-hearted? I’m used to living in the countryside, where people are sincere and guileless. When my cousin said he didn’t care for fake grasshoppers, I sent him a truckload of real ones. Shouldn’t he be happy? Why would he get angry?"

Mrs. Jiang’s face turned an iron shade of blue.

Wasn’t this an indirect way of mocking the Song Family for being hypocrites?

She took a few deep breaths, trying hard to calm herself down, "You really disappoint me. No matter what, they are your relatives, and it was all just a joke."

"Relatives? A joke?" Jiang Nanshu couldn’t help but let out a laugh, "With my closest relatives acting like this, how could I ever expect my cousins to like me? They think I’m just some country bumpkin, and that even being around them dirties them. Song Yichen called me a pauper and ridiculed me. If all of that is considered a joke, then so is my gift to them."

"I didn’t get mad when I was the butt of the joke, so why are they getting so upset?"

Mrs. Jiang was at a loss for words, blocked by Jiang Nanshu’s retort.

For the first time, she realized that her daughter was sharp-tongued and wouldn’t take any disadvantage.

This kind of attitude often gets beaten down in society.

It’s just as well that she’s with the Jiang Family, for who would want to be friends with someone so vindictive?

"How can that be the same? You need to be polite to outsiders," Mrs. Jiang was choked by Jiang Nanshu’s words but still believed that people should be amicable to each other. She had seen the messages in the group chat; her nieces’ and nephews’ words were indeed unpleasant, but would they act like this if Jiang Nanshu had not left such a bad impression before?

It would have been better to leave the Song Family with a good impression, so if there was a need for help in the future, it would be easier to ask.

Jiang Nanshu’s gaze turned cold, no longer wanting to keep up the façade of the dutiful daughter.

She thought the traveler was an idiot—some people will stick to their opinions no matter how hard you try, not changing just because of a few words you say.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

Mrs. Jiang, seeing Jiang Nanshu fall silent, thought she had recognized her mistake and softened her voice, "Nannan, I’m not blaming you, but what you did this time was really too much. You even made your grandfather angry enough to trigger his heart condition. Ke Xia’s forehead was swollen, and the doctor said that if it had been any more serious, she might have been disfigured. As for Yichen, he’s only fifteen; can you imagine the psychological trauma? Here’s what we’ll do: you come with me to the Song Family, and we’ll apologize to your grandfather, and that will be the end of it."

[Disfigured? Her minor injuries would heal even without going to the hospital, and you’re making it sound so serious. Why don’t you say that Song Yichen’s ’pauper’ comment is what traumatized me? He’s fifteen, and I’m only nineteen. He’s a treasure, and I’m just trash?]

Mrs. Jiang’s face grew stiffer.

It was flushed red with anger.

Jiang Nanshu kept her cool, which didn’t seem fitting for a girl not yet twenty.

She continued to explain, "Besides, your elder cousin is a Movie Emperor, and you want to enter the entertainment industry, right? He could lead you into it, so offending them doesn’t do you any good."

Jiang Nanshu couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

[Sure, he’s a bigshot Movie Emperor. He looks glorious on the surface but is actually nothing but a gamblin’ addict and a drug user. Do you know about that? The Song Family only sees us as their ATM—do they consider you family at all? And you’re still so concerned about them! You want me to apologize to them? Fat chance! You want Song Shizhao to lead me? I’m afraid he’ll ruin both my reputation and my future.]

There aren’t many good ones in the Song Family.

They are just a bunch of worms sparkling on the surface but rotten and moldy inside.

Mrs. Jiang was taken aback.

What!

The Movie Emperor nephew she was so proud of had gotten involved with gambling and drugs!

When did this happen? She truly didn’t know.

These things were harmful; if they got out, it would destroy his future.

Suddenly frantic, she yearned to persuade Song Shizhao to stay away from those things. So she grabbed Jiang Nanshu’s hand and hurried towards the door, "We need to act while it’s still early. Let’s go to the Song Family to apologize right now. Your grandfather is waiting for you."