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

Chapter 32: Chapter 32 Please don’t say such hurtful words anymore, I’m a sensitive girl on the inside Chapter 32: Chapter 32 Please don’t say such hurtful words anymore, I’m a sensitive girl on the inside “So many dishes, and not a single one that you like?” Jiang Jingcheng asked.

Jiang Nanshu nodded firmly, “That’s right, absolutely right, I just want to eat chicken feet.”

[Don’t want to be infected, don’t harm me.]

It was a long while before Jiang Jingcheng let out a helpless sigh, his tone unexpectedly carrying a hint of indulgence, “Really can’t deal with you, I’ll join you then.”

Jiang Nanshu: “…”

Cardiac Surgery colleagues: “…”

Picking dishes from different bowls is such rude behavior, hey!!

Wu Guo was somewhat panicked and quickly said, “Doctor Jiang, aren’t you going to stay at this table?”

Jiang Jingcheng held his own bowl and glanced coldly at him, “Do you live by the sea?”

“What?”

“Mind your business.”

Wu Guo: “…”

He, annoyed, forced a smile, “Just asking, suit yourself.”

Seeing Jiang Jingcheng and Jiang Nanshu switch tables.

But he only relaxed after he took the utensils away.

The virus he had smeared on the rim of the bowl, and the fact that the virus could live in the air for at least three days, made it certain that anyone using this bowl to eat would without fail become infected.

The virus was inconspicuous at the start but by the time it manifested, it would be too late to do anything. He really wanted to see how this man would compete with him for the position of the chief physician!

Upon noticing someone reaching for the dish directly in front of Jiang Jingcheng’s former seat, he seemed to accidentally spill some wine into it.

This dish was thus ruined by him.

Then he apologized and suggested they eat something else, he only intended to harm Jiang Jingcheng, if something happened to other colleagues, suspicions would inevitably fall upon him.

Seeing Jiang Jingcheng eating from a bowl at another table, he finally displayed a satisfied smile and began eating with relish.

Jiang Nanshu, having left that table, ate to her heart’s content and upon seeing Jiang Jingcheng eating gracefully.

She mused internally with a click of her tongue [Lucky you, narrowly missed that dish, but the real virus carrier is the bowl in your hands, how tragic.]

There it was again, that look of sympathy tinged with a veiled curiosity.

Jiang Jingcheng put down the bowl and asked, “Finished eating?”

Jiang Nanshu smiled slightly, “Yes, can we go back now?”

“Wait a while, after the leader finishes speaking, I’ll take you back to Campus.”

“Ow.”

The leader’s speech was like an old granny’s foot binding cloth, both smelly and long.

Finally, she endured until eight o’clock and could leave.

Jiang Nanshu dashed ahead, fearful of being late and having to listen to Jiang Jingcheng lecturing about hospital leadership again.

The September breeze was still warm, not yet turning cold.

People were coming and going outside of the Longfeng Hotel.

Jiang Jingcheng walked to the car parked in the exclusive spot outside. Before he could get in, he heard a magnetic voice from behind, “Second Son Jiang.”

Jiang Nanshu turned to look at the newcomer.

The man held a cigarette in his mouth, his black hair neatly combed, dressed in a black shirt with the top button undone at the collarbone, revealing a sexy Adam’s apple.

His countenance was bewitching, matching Jiang Nanshu’s own flamboyant beauty. His slender eyes carried a sharpness and endless flirtatiousness.

He approached Jiang Jingcheng with a voluptuous woman in his arms.

Jiang Jingcheng stood firm, “Big Brother.”

Jiang Nanshu’s first encounter with her eldest brother, Jiang Yisen, was also a first in this world.

In the original book, he was a lunatic, a tyrannical boss with one foot in criminal law, ruthless and decisive in his speech and actions, never leaving anyone a way out. If he bankrupted you and you went to him for help, he might even step on your spine and mock you for overestimating yourself.

That’s why he had made so many enemies, but since the Jiang Family was wealthy and powerful, they all simmered in anger without daring to speak up. When the Jian Family went bankrupt, he was the one who died the most tragically.

His gaze turned to Jiang Nanshu, and the moment he saw her, there was a bit of surprise: “Who is this?”

Jiang Jingcheng: “…”

Jiang Nanshu: “…”

[No wonder the company collapsed, to think you’re this blind, huh.]

Jiang Yisen’s expression tightened slightly as he looked at Jiang Jingcheng and then at Jiang Nanshu, asking, “What did she just say?”

Jiang Nanshu stood out aggrievedly: “Big brother, I didn’t say anything. I am Jiang Nanshu, your little sister.”

[Your eyes are bad, and there’s something wrong with your ears too, being hit by a car and dying seems quite fitting for you.]

“President Jiang, you’re hurting me.” A whimpering, big-waved beauty at his side said coyly, her voice tinged with shyness and a hint of grievance.

Jiang Yisen, with his bewitching face, flashed a ruffian’s smile, shoved the wavey beauty harshly away, and flung a check of two million on her: “Take this and scram, we’re done.”

The beauty turned pale, with tears in her eyes: “President Jiang, I was wrong. Please don’t be angry.”

Jiang Yisen gave her a look, and the beauty immediately fell silent, clutching the check and fleeing the scene at top speed. Between making money and risking her life, she still knew the difference.

Watching, Jiang Nanshu clicked her tongue in amazement, her eyes following the beauty, who seemed like she’d won the jackpot.

[I’m so envious, waah, waah, waah, is this what it’s like to be a domineering boss who throws money around as if it’s nothing? Please, someone do the same to me, if I move, I’m a dog.]

Jiang Jingcheng: “…”

Jiang Yisen: “…”

His forehead was throbbing fiercely.

So, who wants to explain how he can suddenly hear his little sister’s inner voice?

The company going bankrupt, him getting hit by a car and killed—he remembered Jiang Nanshu used to be terrified of seeing him. She never dared lift her head whenever they met, to the point he still couldn’t remember what this newly found sister looked like.

And she was actually mocking him in her thoughts?

He turned to Jiang Jingcheng, who looked indifferent, and couldn’t help but laugh: “Why did you bring this girl out? Don’t you dislike her the most?”

Jiang Jingcheng responded coolly: “I ran into her, so I brought her along. Any problem?”

Jiang Yisen took a drag of his cigarette, lightly exhaled the smoke that was whisked away by the night wind.

Upon hearing the word “dislike,” Jiang Nanshu began to sob theatrically.

She gently tugged on Jiang Yisen’s hem, her brows and eyes careful and expectant: “Then big brother, do you dislike me?”

Jiang Yisen looked down, gazing at her dewy eyes, and smirked maliciously: “Dislike? In the entire family, you’re the one I dislike the most. When will you get lost?”

Tears welled up in Jiang Nanshu’s eyes: “Please don’t say such hurtful things, I’m a sensitive girl at heart.”

[I beg you to keep the dislike going strong, don’t disappoint me, waah, waah, waah, I’ll be gone in no time.]

Jiang Jingcheng stood in front of Jiang Nanshu: “Big brother, stop it.”

Jiang Yisen was still studying Jiang Nanshu’s pitiful look, her act was flawless, she knew how to be truly annoying.

He particularly despised the weepy, damsel-in-distress act.

He flicked his cigarette onto the ground, crushed it with the tip of his shoe, and then, like a nice guy, ruffled Jiang Nanshu’s hair: “Big brother was just joking, did little sister get angry?”

Jiang Nanshu: “…”

[[Expletive], get your pig’s trotters off me, I’m going to wash my hair as soon as I get back.]

She blinked back tears: “I wouldn’t dare to be angry.”

Jiang Yisen slowly curved his lips into a smile, his hand turning her hair into a bird’s nest: “As long as you’re happy.”

“…”

Damn it, I’ve met my match!