The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind

Chapter 26: Chapter 26 I Love Money, Money Loves Me, Money Comes from All Directions Chapter 26: Chapter 26 I Love Money, Money Loves Me, Money Comes from All Directions Cheng An stared dumbfounded as Lu Qingyan’s figure gradually receded into the distance. He looked toward Su Ran, whose eyes were cast down. Though she said nothing, an aura of sadness enveloped her.

His heart ached, and he was angry, hurriedly assuring her,
“Ranran, don’t worry, the words Brother Yan said were just to anger you. Over the past three years, we all know how much he loathes Jiang Nanshu, and how much he despises this arranged marriage. He…”

“Anzi…” Su Ran slowly interjected to stop him, “Don’t talk to me about him anymore…”

She looked toward the obese woman. She had only just returned to the country when someone set her up. Though she didn’t want to speculate, the only answer in her mind was that it was Jiang Nanshu’s doing, deliberately ruining her reputation in front of Lu Qingyan. She could imagine that by evening, Weibo would be filled with gossip about her, dealing a severe blow to her career.

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Jiang Nanshu, free from the protagonists’ battlefield, stopped panting at the roadside.

She even looked back, fearing someone might follow her.

But clearly, she was overthinking it; no one would care about her.

Not a single message from Jiang Jingcheng or Jiang Leyi after she ran out; she certainly didn’t expect Lu Qingyan to come looking for her.

It was a miserable situation, but her character was originally unlikable, which could only mean she was succeeding.

It was a pity she couldn’t check the Disgust Value at the moment, but Da Shachun said once it reached 100, she’d hear a prompt in her ear.

The revolution had not yet succeeded; she must continue to strive.

Just thinking about the annulment with Lu Qingyan irritated her. It wasn’t supposed to be a plot she had to worry about; why suddenly did it fall under her jurisdiction?

The male lead was not cooperative, using her to anger the female protagonist?

The more Jiang Nanshu thought about it, the angrier she became. When she stopped again, the sky had darkened, and there was a bar named Nightlife before her.

There were also four medium-sized Lucky Cats at the entrance, quite impressive to behold.

Jiang Nanshu stared at the Lucky Cats for a long while, ensuring there was no one around, before starting her mischief.

Ten minutes later, looking at her “masterpiece,” she satisfiedly entered the bar.

She was just a foolish woman, heartbroken and determined to drown her sorrows in drink all night.

Across from the bar, Yang Jiashu recorded everything with his phone,
including Jiang Nanshu hugging the four Lucky Cats together in a circle, muttering to herself, “This is the correct way to attract wealth. I love money, and money loves me; may it come to me from all directions.”

If we ignore the security guard coming out of the bar cursing and moving the Lucky Cats back to their original spots, Yang Jiashu did indeed want to compliment her as a good person.

He thought about it and decided to send the video teasingly to Lu Qingyan: “Your fiancée is here at the bar getting drunk. Gonna handle it?”

After a few minutes, he received a reply from across: “Give me the address.”

Well, I’ll be damned.

The guy was actually coming.

Delighted by the prospect of drama, he stood up and stepped into Nightlife.

Upon entering, Jiang Nanshu found the place to be a paradise on earth, the pulsating beats of the music involuntarily relaxing her body. She booked a spot on the second floor, by the edge, where through the half-person-high railings, she could see the writhing bodies of men and women on the dance floor.

She blended into the darkness, ordered a few bottles of liquor, and spent twenty thousand to have the waiter bring over five handsome male models to keep her company in drinking.

The last fifty thousand in her account vanished in an instant.

The male models were tall, with leggy heights around 180cm.

But for her, who appreciated attractiveness, their faces fell a bit short; it was only upon asking that she learned requesting top-tier models to accompany her for drinks would cost ten thousand apiece.

She didn’t even blink before giving.

Soon, a man dressed in the unique attire of the bar walked out, his shirt accentuating the definition of his pectoral muscles.

Jiang Nanshu glanced at his face, her gaze lingering on his deep brown eyes, his lips red, his teeth white, so androgynous he was difficult to classify, and there was a hint of familiarity.

Her eyes immediately curved into a smile, and she pointed at him, “You, what’s your name? Come and have a drink with me.”

The man approached, his face even more handsome.

He lowered his eyelashes, his beautiful phoenix eyes brimming with a faint smile, “My name is Liang Ciqiu, how would you like to drink?”

Liang Ciqiu.

One of the most important antagonists in the book.

He was also Lu Qingyan’s older half-brother by the same father, although his identity as an illegitimate child hadn’t yet been revealed; it wouldn’t be long before he would be brought back to the Lu Family.

And the most amusing part was that both brothers were fond of Su Ran, and eventually, both would reach a point of no return over a woman.

Although from beginning to end, the two of them could never reconcile.

Because Liang Ciqiu was also a year older than Lu Qingyan, Lu Qingyan was the product of an arranged marriage, while Liang Ciqiu was the son of Father Lu’s night of passion.

Because of his status as an illegitimate child, he had known who his biological father was since he was young, but he couldn’t acknowledge him, living like a rat crossing the street.

At this point in the plot, long before meeting Lu Qingyan, Su Ran had already redeemed him with her tenderness.

And the so-called female protagonist, once stripped of that halo, turned out to be a player herself, constantly entangled with Lu Qingyan and softening her attitude towards the love-deprived and unfortunate second male lead.

Tsk, Jiang Nanshu lifted her glass, downing the strong drink in one gulp.

For the sake of smooth plot development, it was time for her to push the story forward.

Without any pressure on Lu Qingyan, how could he go through the on-again, off-again relationship with the protagonist? Let her go; she just wanted one billion.

Jiang Nanshu’s eyes lifted at the corners, her smile radiant and enchanting; she extended her index finger and beckoned, “Come here, sit next to me, feed me the drink.”

Liang Ciqiu smiled even more gently, “Sure.”

But the flash of disgust that crossed the bottom of his eyes was seen crystal clear by Jiang Nanshu.

He knew her identity, Jiang Nanshu thought, the original body did all the evil deeds, with his instigation as well.

He, weak and alone, could only use Jiang Nanshu to trouble Lu Qingyan, also hoping that Su Ran would turn and glance at him. He collected all the evidence of the original body’s crimes, torturing her viciously before sending it in, making her remember before she died that Su Ran was a princess, a deity she could not touch or harm.

But unfortunately for him, Su Ran only yearned for her proud sun-kissed youth, uninterested in him, a rat from the gutters scheming in the shadows.

Liang Ciqiu obediently sat down next to Jiang Nanshu.

The next moment, Jiang Nanshu reached out, grabbed his face, and forced a glass of alcohol into his mouth, not stopping until Liang Ciqiu choked and coughed violently. Jiang Nanshu, with a playful smile, asked, “Tastes good?”

Liang Ciqiu covered the humiliation in his eyes, “Tastes good.”

Jiang Nanshu sighed, “How much do you need to be taken care of?”

The surrounding male models were all stunned.

What kind of wealthy woman was this, outright using the word “take care of” from the get-go.

Liang Ciqiu was also startled, his eyes full of confusion.

Jiang Nanshu once again pinched his face, scrutinizing him carefully as if she was drunk, her gaze blurred and sorrowful, “Besides the eyes, you look a lot like my fiancé, but he has Su Ran in his heart, and I’m heartbroken. Is it wrong for me to want to take care of a face that resembles his?”

Liang Ciqiu’s hands, hanging by his sides, clenched tightly.

So, she was just like that disgusting woman, treating him as his substitute?