The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 105 You Are My Mouthpiece

Three years had passed.

Finally, Su Ran had heard the words she’d been waiting for.

As she had expected.

Lu Qingyan did not forgive her, he did not want to see her.

That once bright and youthful boy had now turned indifferent and dismissive towards her.

She stood straight, facing Lu Qingyan, her smile poised and unruffled, "You’ve misunderstood. I’m not here to ask you to honor that promise. Can I ask for something else instead?"

It was only then that Lu Qingyan’s gaze settled upon her face.

Slowly, she curved her lips into a smile, "For the sake of our three years as classmates, and in gratitude for saving my life, I don’t want you to repay me. Just don’t hate me. Let’s be friends."

Cheng An couldn’t bear to see Su Ran forcing a smile like this.

He knew very well how much Su Ran had loved Lu Qingyan in the past.

The feeling of unrequited love; he understood it all too well.

So, he spoke up in an attempt to persuade, "Brother Yan, if you must hate someone, hate me. Ranran is really innocent. It wasn’t intentional what she did back then. You should know how she feels about you. Starting over as friends isn’t bad... We could be like before, hanging out, eating, drinking, having fun, Brother Yan."

Cheng An’s voice carried a note of pleading.

There was already a rift between him and Lu Qingyan, and even the camaraderie from their shared childhood seemed trivial after everything that had happened recently.

Lu Qingyan did not speak, his eyes and brows grew even colder.

A snicker suddenly broke the silence.

Cheng An turned back irritably, only to see Jiang Leyi strolling over leisurely, her face wore undisguised disdain, "Oh, what is this, moral blackmail? Not even 30 million can redeem a life-saving grace, and after three years, here you return."

Cheng An’s face turned green.

Su Ran hung her head, silent.

His voice burst with anger, "Jiang Leyi, what’s it to you? Have you even figured out your own identity? Your parents claim to outsiders you’re Jiang Nanshu’s twin, preserving your false heiress façade. What right do you, a fake, have to strut around here?"

Jiang Leyi’s pretty face was cold, her eyes sharp, "How is it none of my business? This concerns my sister’s reputation. You and your lover muddle things up with Lu Qingyan, and my sister has to suffer for it? Fix things up with them and then discard her like trash after all? I’ll tell you now, forget it! If anyone is getting dumped, it’s my sister who doesn’t want Lu Qingyan. He’s not the one to call off the engagement!"

Jiang Leyi had spat out her rant without even a pause for breath.

Standing behind her, acting like a frightened quail, Jiang Nanshu couldn’t help but applaud.

[Internally: Ah, sister, your tongue is so incredibly sharp. You’re truly my voice! You’ve said everything I wanted to say. Of course, as the person at the center of this topic, I need to say a few words too.]

Jiang Nanshu first glared fiercely at Su Ran, then looked pitifully at Lu Qingyan, and finally clutched Jiang Leyi’s hand, "Sister, how can I live if we dump him? I too need time to adapt to a life without Brother Qingyan. My heart can’t take this abrupt change."

Jiang Nanshu acted as if her heart ached, biting her lower lip.

Cheng An was disgusted.

This vile woman truly knew how to put on a performance.

With such clinginess, no wonder Lu Qingyan had hated her before.

He retorted with a scowl, "This is our personal business. Jiang Leyi, take your sister and get lost. I really do admire you. I heard from Yun Chuan how you were bullied by Jiang Nanshu. And now you’re shamelessly trying to suck up to her? Are you that afraid of being thrown out of the Jiang family?"

"Heh," he scoffed coldly, "If it really comes down to it, I can set you up with a rich second-generation kid. You used to snub them, but who knows, maybe now they would be interested."

[In thoughts: Stupid bootlicker, I want to slap you again. What a loser you found for my Golden Sister. They aren’t even worthy of carrying her shoes!]

[And what’s this about being eager? Haha. If you dare introduce them, I’ll make you eager to collect the corpses of your fox and dog friends. A bunch of ill-intentioned bastards, all coveting my Golden Sister. I can’t live without her!]

Jiang Leyi = Jewel = Her Jiang Nanshu’s person.

These shiny treasures might as well benefit this universally despised person rather than others.

Jiang Leyi felt a warmth in her heart.

No matter what Jiang Nanshu’s purpose was,

at least she had it in her heart to help her.

She really was—crying to death!

Once back home, she’d pack the beautiful jewels and send them to her sister’s room. She must work hard to earn money in the entertainment industry, make a name for herself, and buy Jiang Nanshu many, many beautiful diamonds.

"That...um," Jiang Nanshu peeped out behind Jiang Leyi, hesitated, and then looked at Cheng An, "Actually... I think even you aren’t worthy to carry Jiang Leyi’s shoes, let alone those low-end rich second generations. After all, what is the Cheng family in front of the Jiang family?"

After speaking, she didn’t care about Cheng An’s darkened face and panicked, covering her mouth in a fluster, "What to do, what to do? How could I blurt out such a truth, wuwuwu, I’m going to be hated again."

This was pure, thick irony.

Cheng An’s face turned a fiery red.

No matter what, the Cheng family was still a first-class wealthy family!

Nowhere near as unworthy as Jiang Nanshu had described.

His face turned ashen. If looks could kill, Jiang Nanshu would have been dead a million times over.

"You..." He gnashed his teeth in fury, but before he could finish, his words were interrupted by a voice not far away.

"Yo, what are you talking about? Why the lively discussion? Cheng An," came the faintly smiling voice of Jiang Yunchuan.

He was pulling a suitcase decorated with pink cherry blossoms, which belonged to Jiang Nanshu—they had just gone to retrieve their luggage from the car, letting Jiang Nanshu and Jiang Leyi go ahead inside.

Only to find a group of people gathered at the entrance.

Unable to swallow the insult, Cheng An’s face was grim: "Jiang Nanshu says I’m not even worthy to carry shoes for the Jiang family, that the Cheng family is nothing compared to the Jiang family. Is this a declaration of war?"

Jiang Yunchuan frowned, and behind him, the languid and deep voice of Jian Hemian followed, "Isn’t what she said the truth? This child has always been very honest."

Jiang Nanshu turned her head around only to see her third brother with a teasing smile and a look filled with cold solemnity in his eyes. Noticing Jiang Nanshu looking at him, his smile widened a bit as he raised an eyebrow at her, seemingly seeking her agreement.

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

[It’s over. The yandere has gone dumb... Please remember your character setting!]

[But... well said!! Aoaoao!]

Only then did Cheng An realize.

The Jiang family hadn’t just arrived with the three of them but six!

All four of Jiang Nanshu’s brothers had made a rare appearance together.

Following behind Jian Hemian were two tall and handsome men with long legs, leisurely approaching with their luggage.

Jiang Jingcheng, no matter where he went, was a conspicuous presence in the crowd, the epitome of ethereal grace that one would believe an Immortal had descended to earth.

And Jiang Zhouye, with his handsomely unruly features, carried an air of light arrogance wherever he went. Since the security measures here were well-handled, he wasn’t wearing a mask.

Otherwise, his photo would be out, sparking another hot search.

His phoenix eyes critically surveyed Cheng An and then he curled his lips, his disdain clear for all to see.

Discussing the prospect of a falling out between the two families with these not-so-normal members of the Jiang family, Jian Hemian would merely imply: Why haven’t you turned against each other yet, not enough effort?

As for the aftermath, well, Jiang Yisen would take care of it anyway.