The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 247: You’ve Really Grown Wings

Song Yichen was standing by and a few boys were next to him, laughing and cheering when they saw he had hit his target.

He saw Jiang Nanshu looking over and was unafraid; he raised his eyebrows and smiled smugly, "Can you believe it? Later, not only will my cousin not blame me, but she will also continue to fawn over me."

"Brother Chen is mighty!"

Cheers erupted around Song Yichen.

They had also seen how Jiang Nanshu used to fawn over Song Yichen—despite being openly mocked and scorned by him, she acted as if she hadn’t heard and followed behind him, calling him "cousin" a bit too affectionately, even more so than her own brother with whom she had grown up.

In fact, she didn’t realize how demeaning her behavior was, making her the object of everyone’s disdain.

Ji Ze looked at the dirty yogurt on Jiang Nanshu’s hair, grinding his teeth in anger, "Song Yichen is despicable! How dare he blatantly throw things at someone, not apologize, and then mock them? I’m going to hit him!"

The troublemaker hastily held him back, glancing from the corner of his eye at Jiang Nanshu’s calm cheeks, her almond-shaped eyes seemingly brewing a storm, and he couldn’t help but shiver.

He had been out in the world long enough to have a keen sense of danger.

His instincts told him.

Jiang Nanshu was angry.

He averted his gaze and meekly advised Ji Ze, "Provoking him is just going to bring trouble for our sister. Trust me; don’t be impulsive."

Just as Ji Ze tried to shake off the troublemaker, he saw Jiang Nanshu bending down to pick up the yogurt bottle.

Song Yichen laughed mockingly, "Hey, Jiang Nanshu, I just slipped and aimed wrong. I meant to throw it in the trash can. Since you’ve picked it up, just go ahead and throw it away, then come over and apologize to me, and we can forget about that time you used grasshoppers to scare me."

His expression was arrogant, obviously used to bossing Jiang Nanshu around.

In her memory, the original owner had given her money either to Chen Qian for devising a plan to pursue Lu Qingyan or to her so-called cousins for fawning over them.

She wanted to be accepted by the Song Family, to secure her position in the Jiang Family.

Even if Song Yichen was playing her, she happily did not take offense, thinking this as a sign of closeness.

Jiang Nanshu looked up and smiled at him, "I’ll come over and apologize right away."

"Big Brother..."

Ji Ze wanted to stop her.

The troublemaker held him tighter, "Big Brother, why bother when that thing is about to suffer? What if your sister ends up hitting you too?"

Ji Ze parted his lips slightly, remembering how Jiang Nanshu used to help Song Yichen mock him.

He was just worried about her being taken advantage of.

But by then it was too late, as Jiang Nanshu had already approached Song Yichen.

He looked up, awaiting Jiang Nanshu’s apology, and commanded his buddies to stand three meters away to record her apology to be sent directly to the family group chat.

This was also to avenge his sister, Song Kexia.

Jiang Nanshu raised her hand and threw the yogurt bottle forcefully at Song Yichen’s face, hitting him so hard that half his face swelled up, with the remaining yogurt splattering onto his forehead and eyebrows.

Jiang Nanshu’s eyes were brightly smiling, "Sorry, my hand slipped too, cousin. You won’t hold it against me, will you?"

Song Yichen touched his numb face with the tip of his tongue, his eyes filled with viciousness, "Bitch, you’re asking for it."

He raised his hand, intending to slap Jiang Nanshu’s face, but she caught his wrist and twisted it upward, causing a "crack" sound. Song Yichen screamed in pain, his face turning pale as tears burst out.

Jiang Nanshu’s face still bore a smile as she continued, "Oops, slipped again. I’m really careless, cousin. Does it hurt?"

Song Yichen, even in this state, glared at Jiang Nanshu fiercely, like a vengeful ghost, "How dare you hit me, I’ll make you regret this..."

Seeing that he was still being stubborn,

a cold glint passed through Jiang Nanshu’s eyes. With a fierce kick to Song Yichen’s kneecap, he dropped heavily to the ground. The "crack" sound was so satisfying to Jiang Nanshu.

She crouched down, pressing his head harshly against the ground.

Her face was smiling, but she screamed out, "Why are you apologizing to me by kowtowing? No need, really no need."

Song Yichen was in so much pain that he couldn’t even speak, and his eyes rolled back as he fainted.

Jiang Nanshu let him go, stood up, and dusted off her hands, looking down upon him, "Then, I’ll just reluctantly forgive you."

Jiang Nanshu’s actions were too smooth and practiced, causing Song Yichen’s entourage to be unable to react in time.

And the boy who had been recording with Song Yichen’s phone accidentally sent the video to the "Two Surnames Family Group."

By the time he realized what he had done, it was too late to retract it.

Terrified, he went pale and didn’t even dare keep Song Yichen’s phone, afraid he might be the next victim. He simply threw the phone away and left.

"Ah!!! Jiang Nanshu! You ruthless witch!" A shrill and piercing voice erupted.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a well-dressed lady with designer bags rushing towards her.

Jiang Nanshu slapped her in a backhand motion, knocking her out cold next to the fainted Song Yichen.

She raised her striking eyebrows, "Auntie, who are you?"

The lady was so furious tears flew from her eyes, ruining her meticulously applied makeup.

She didn’t bother to quarrel with Jiang Nanshu but, crying and sobbing, she pulled out her phone to call an ambulance.

Cursing under her breath, "You really think you’re tough? Constantly opposing the Song Family, do you really think the Song Family wouldn’t dare to touch you, or do you think you, a girl from the countryside, are worth the Jiang Family opposing the Song Family for? Jiang Nanshu, this time you’ve hurt my son, this isn’t over!"

Jiang Nanshu figured it out.

This woman wailing over Song Yichen was Madam Song.

Also, she was her nominal aunt-in-law.

Song Yichen was her youngest son.

Her eldest son was the current top Movie Emperor, Song Shizhao.

Jiang Nanshu pulled out a piece of paper from her purse, wiped the yogurt off her hair expressionlessly, still defiant, "It wasn’t on purpose, I slipped. I’ve already apologized to my cousin. What more do you want? Don’t be too much, picking on a country girl like me. Only you can cry, right? I can cry too!"

Her tears came instantly, and she abruptly took out her phone to find her lifeline.

She dialed, and the other side picked up immediately.

"Nannan?"

"Sob sob sob, Brother Qingyan, someone is bullying me. If you don’t come, I’m going to be bullied to death."

She didn’t give Lu Qingyan a chance to say another word and hung up.

Madam Song was so angry she could spit blood, pointing at Jiang Nanshu, wishing she could stab her deceitful face, "You twist the truth! It was clearly you who bullied my Chenchen. There’s even video proof in the group chat, this isn’t over between us!"

Jiang Nanshu couldn’t care less about her.

So what if there’s a video.

If Song Yichen’s slip is allowed, why can’t hers be?

She turned and looked at Ji Ze, walking over and patting his head, "Let’s go, time for a parent-teacher conference."

"What about him..." Ji Ze’s gaze couldn’t help but drift towards the unconscious Song Yichen.

Jiang Nanshu muttered, "Don’t worry, he won’t die."

She eyed Ji Ze’s height, "How long has it been since I’ve seen you? How come you’ve grown taller again? You were about my height just a month ago."