Chapter 12: This malicious singing, whoever listens dies!

One week? To pay back eight hundred thousand?

She was truly crying this time.

Her eyes were hurting badly because of the acidity.

Especially since one of her eyes was injured, the doctor said if she didn't take good care of it, she would very likely become blind.

She rubbed her good eye until it was red, looking pitifully at Jiang Nanshu, "Nanshu, I..."

"Ha, you're not thinking of borrowing money and not paying it back, are you?" Jiang Yunchuan's cold voice cut straight through Chen Qian's attempt at a sob story.

Jiang Nanshu immediately stood in front of Chen Qian, looking very angry, "Fifth Brother, if you question my friend's character again, I won't be polite with you. Qianqian isn't like that, if she promised to pay me back in a week, she will definitely pay me back! Right, Qianqian?"

Chen Qian: "..."

She hadn't agreed, in fact, she even wanted to plead and stall.

But with Jiang Nanshu putting it that way, her face turned from green to ashen, ashen to black, and finally turned deathly pale as she weakly exhaled one word: "Right..."

Jiang Nanshu walked over to Chen Qian, tucked her in, pretended not to see her murderous gaze, and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I will definitely help you win over my Fourth Brother."

Chen Qian's eyes suddenly sparkled, and even her hatred for Jiang Nanshu seemed to vanish completely.

Right, Jiang Nanshu promised to help her get Jiang Zhouye.

If she could become his sister-in-law, wouldn't the eight hundred thousand eventually return to her hands?

By then, if she pushed all the blame for framing Jiang Zhouye onto Jiang Nanshu, wouldn't she get her just desserts?

Chen Qian let out a light breath, took Jiang Nanshu's hand, and said with moved emotion, "Nanshu, you're too good to me. I was so harsh to you, and you didn't get angry, you still want to help me, I don't know how to thank you."

Jiang Nanshu's smile was beaming, "It's okay, we're friends. You must have been so mad just now because your eye hurt, I don't blame you."

"Right," she changed the subject, "Today, I saw uncle hiding money upstairs, it looked like quite a lot, that money could be used to pay for the hospital fees."

"Thank you, Nanshu."

"You're welcome."

Chen Qian looked at her magnanimous demeanor and silently cursed Jiang Nanshu from start to finish.

Perhaps this was the benefit of having a saintly friend, in her eyes, anything could be forgiven, as foolish as always.

Chen Qian could only chalk up this incident to an accident.

Once she became Madam Jiang of the Fourth Branch, she wouldn't let go of anyone who insulted her.

Leaving the hospital.

Jiang Nanshu had no particular expression on the surface, but inside she was bubbling with joy, continuously singing, even starting to sing "Good Luck."

Eight hundred thousand was enough for a trip around the world.

Jiang Yunchuan, listening to the discordant singing, went several shades paler.

No wonder Jiang Nanshu wanted to follow Jiang Zhouye's footsteps and take the music career path in high school, but after recording just one song, she was criticized out of the music circle.

With such a malicious voice, it's a death sentence to the ears of anyone who listens!

In the entire Jiang Family, it was only Jiang Zhouye's voice that was the best and most pleasant to hear.

He quickly found a topic to ask about what he most wanted to know, "Little sister... who do you think is more handsome, me or Second Brother?"

Jiang Nanshu: ?

She had noticed that this guy was acting abnormal ever since they were in Chen Qian's hospital room.

In the morning, he had been looking at her with cold eyes, calling her Jiang Nanshu, but after one afternoon, he started calling her "little sister."

Jiang Nanshu felt as though a weasel was greeting the chicken for the New Year, nothing good in mind.

She took a glance at his face.

Jiang Yunchuan gave a light cough, seemingly trying to show his best side.

He wasn't ugly with red hair that made his features wildly attractive, and with a body full of muscles, tanned skin, he wouldn't be out of place if he were claimed to be a sports student instead of finance.

Jiang Nanshu was an honest child, and with a slight smile, she said, "Second Brother is handsome."

Jiang Yunchuan's face immediately fell.

"Of course, Fifth Brother is also not bad looking," she switched tracks, offering him some perfunctory consolation.

Jiang Yunchuan hadn't even started to smile when her inner thoughts followed suit.

"Why would I compare myself to Second Brother? Isn't that just asking for humiliation!"

"Oh, and Fourth Brother ranks before you too. When I get to see First Brother and Third Brother some day, I'll have a closer look, but they're probably more handsome than you as well."

By the end, Jiang Yunchuan felt utterly devastated.

No amount of flattery from others could match the critical hit of Jiang Nanshu's inner thoughts.

He isolated himself at home and then locked himself in his room.

Jiang Nanshu sat in the living room and began browsing mental hospitals on her smartphone.

Mr. Chen couldn't just be locked up anywhere—if he were gone, who would torment Chen Qian?

Mr. Jiang came in from outside, carrying a thermos in his hand and a briefcase under his arm, clearly just back from the office.

Seeing Jiang Nanshu in the living room, fiddling with something and now looking at this daughter, he inexplicably found her more pleasing to the eye, even quite adorable.

Although she had done many wrong things, who doesn't make mistakes in life?

As long as one recognizes and rectifies them, they're still a good child.

Jiang Nanshu had been away for sixteen years before being brought back home just over three years ago. It was understandable that she wasn't close to them—they hadn't given her any patience, truly unfit to be her family.

Mr. Jiang sighed inwardly, intending to ask his daughter if there was anything she wanted, promising to meet her demands as long as they weren't too much.

Then his gaze fell downward, catching sight of her selecting mental hospitals with serious intent.

His eyelid twitched.

This, combined with Jiang Nanshu's inner thoughts about him ending up in a mental hospital,

led him to consider that post-suicide jump, she somehow gained the ability to predict the future.

In this scene, he felt an inexplicable sadness, almost struggling for words, "Daughter, have you started looking already?"

Jiang Nanshu was startled to see the look in Mr. Jiang's eyes as if he were about to welcome death the next second.

Looking at the mental hospital on her phone, she nodded, "The sooner you get in, the sooner it gets better."

Mr. Jiang was devastated, finally uttering in desolation, "Are you that eager to send me there? Then I want to stay in the best room available."

Jiang Nanshu was bewildered.

Did he think this mental hospital was being picked out for him?

"Dad, this is for a classmate's father."

Mr. Jiang took a deep breath, hopeful as he asked, "So, I don't have to go live there?"

Jiang Nanshu paused, then nodded, "No, you don't."

Just as his heart hadn't fully settled back down, her inner voice echoed in his ears.

"Just hang in there, don't rush, it's not time yet."

Mr. Jiang: "…"

"When can I go stay there?"

He was extremely anxious not getting an exact date, fearing that he might suddenly be diagnosed with a mental illness out of the blue—wasn't this a joke?

So much so that now, he was self-doubting, wondering which cruel person had driven him mad, given his supposedly good mental state.

Jiang Nanshu's eyes were full of question marks: "Uh, you can go live there now, I'll find you a top-tier one."

Mr. Jiang with a dark face: "That's not necessary, I can wait a bit longer."

Jiang Nanshu: "…"

"Um, let me think, ah, it seems like the old man might have gone mad because of Third Brother's death; the blow was too heavy for him, and the company's bankruptcy on top of that, he couldn't take it."