"What happened here? Are you injured?" He hurried to Jiang Nanshu’s side, his tone urgent, his gaze lingering on the bloodstain at her chest.
Jiang Nanshu looked down briefly: "It’s not my blood."
She extended her hand to Lu Qingyan: "But my hand hurts."
She didn’t know where she had hit when she was hitting someone, but the palm of her hand was not only swollen but also had several scratches.
Lu Qingyan sighed with relief and tenderly touched her hand: "Next time don’t use your hands to hit, find a tool. It’s so swollen."
"Brother Qingyan, are you blind? She’s the one who hurt me, why are you showing her sympathy?" Chu Muxi stood up with the support of her bodyguards.
Her face was so swollen it was hard to look at, her eyes puffy from crying.
All thanks to Jiang Nanshu, she was supposedly fine. Yet, she had to hold onto her and beat her . When the police arrive, she’d definitely have her thrown in jail!
After she finished speaking, Lu Qingyan didn’t give Chu Muxi a glance, his brows cold as he blew on Jiang Nanshu’s burning palm, hoping it would make her feel better.
"Don’t call me that with such revulsion," he turned his head, his eyes cold as he looked at her: "You are still as stupidly venomous as ever."
Chu Muxi’s face turned uncomfortable.
How could he say that to her?
Couldn’t he see her love for him?
She is the female protagonist of this world and is meant to be with the male lead.
Not daring to lash out at Lu Qingyan for fear of his disdain, Chu Muxi directed her anger towards the nearby bodyguard. She violently pushed away the bodyguard who was supporting her and scolded: "Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!"
A few bodyguards: "..."
Immediately sensing the situation, they let go of her.
And stepped back nearly three meters, keeping their distance from her.
Without their support, Chu Muxi’s legs gave way, and she fell to the ground again with a heavy thud.
She cried her eyes out with reddened eyes: "Wuu wuu wuu, you all bully me, everyone’s bullying me, I might as well be dead."
Her swollen face paired with her uninhibited sobbing was somewhat comical.
Even Mrs. Jiang could hardly bear to look.
In the past, Jiang Nanshu loves to say, "I might as well be dead," threatening suicide several times, which made everyone around her incredibly irritated.
Now, that same feeling of annoyance was resurfacing.
[Ms. Song, can’t you control your own daughter’s mouth? She’s yelling herself to death.]
[You can acknowledge this counterfeit as your own, you must be starved. And the Song Family, scheming behind your back against the Jiang Family, yet you, as dumb as a pig, remain clueless. Even if your big brother reveals the truth right in front of you, you wouldn’t believe it, trusting the Song Family and bothering me time and again. Song Yichen humiliated me so much, and you still expect me to apologize to him? Whatever the Song Family says goes, you don’t think for yourself at all. I don’t think the Song Family truly cares about you. Maybe you’re also a counterfeit. No wonder you can stay with this transcender; birds of a feather flock together!]
Jiang Nanshu unleashed her tirade.
Berating her relentlessly.
Watching Mrs. Jiang’s complexion change from red to black then to green was truly spectacular, more impressive than any face-changing artist.
Her words were half-truths and half-nonsense, but they adeptly hit Mrs. Jiang’s sore spot.
Because when she brought Chu Muxi back to her maternal home.
She suddenly caught sight of the disgust that flitted through Old Sir Song’s eyes.
In an instant, it vanished, and he looked at them kindly again, readily acknowledging Chu Muxi as his goddaughter, complying with every request made by Mrs. Jiang.
In the entire Song Family, Old Madam Song wasn’t as nice to her as her two brothers were, but it was bearable, and she just assumed her mother was always like that.
But Old Madam Song would personally cook soup for her two sons and have their wives deliver it to them to nourish their bodies.
The remaining bowl would be given to her.
But it would have some residue left in it.
And at the time, she too considered this normal, because her mother said she got the best part of the broth.
Her whole heart was crammed full of gratitude.
And Old Sir Song also doted on her, and since she was the only daughter of the Song Family, it could be said that she grew up in the adoration of her parents.
She was their biological child, in contrast, Jiang Nanshu was the imposter.
Mrs. Jiang took a deep breath, reached out to help Chu Muxi up, her voice irritated, "What are you doing, making such a fuss on the ground like a child throwing a tantrum?"
"Mom, kick her out of the house. I don’t want to see her come home. I won’t return as long as she’s there!"
Those words struck right into Mrs. Jiang’s heart.
She hoped that Jiang Nanshu’s voice would be far away from them.
To let her family return to normal.
If it weren’t for that voice, how could her own husband and son suspect her family’s intentions?
The two families had been on good terms until now.
And because Jiang Nanshu reported Song Shizhao,
it made her sister-in-law so angry that she slapped her.
Old Madam Song was utterly disappointed in her for her poor upbringing, and Old Sir Song went as far as to declare that if she did not resolve this matter properly and get Song Shizhao released, he would disown her as his daughter.
And now the only way was for Jiang Nanshu to admit she had given false testimony.
She might just end up in prison for one or two years for the false police report, but what about Song Shizhao? It would be more than five years for him. What future would he have after that?
Mrs. Jiang thought of her family behind her and looked at Jiang Nanshu, "Come back to Beijing with me and tell everyone you gave false testimony. Get your cousin out."
Lu Qingyan felt that Mrs. Jiang herself must be insane.
How could she utter such words?
Song Shizhao had indeed committed a crime. How could he let his Nannan admit to filing a false report? How would the people of Beijing see her afterward?
If Song Shizhao were released, wouldn’t his Nannan have to go in?
"Song Shizhao’s time in prison is set, and none of you should even think about touching my fiancée, unless you want to go against the Lu Family," Lu Qingyan’s words were heavy with threat.
He invoked the entire Lu Family.
Mrs. Jiang glared at him, how could a whole family weigh down on one woman.
He, too, was somewhat out of his mind.
"As long as she is connected to me, she has to listen to me, otherwise, it’s unfilial."
Jiang Nanshu let out a light laugh, "Very well, I hereby formally inform you that from today onward, we sever our mother-daughter relationship. When we meet in the future, we will be strangers. Your daughter is by your side; don’t chill her heart."
"We were already strangers. Do we even need to officially sever ties? When the police arrive later, I’ll make sure you regret it," Chu Muxi said with spite, despite her face hurting.
Mrs. Jiang stared hard at Jiang Nanshu, and at that moment, her heart still ached a bit—after all, she had genuinely cared for her.
So he took a deep breath, "Are you sure? Once you sever ties with me, you are never to step foot in the Jiang Family’s house again."
"The person who should be thrown out is you, Song Shuling!"
Before Jiang Nanshu could respond,
Mr. Jiang’s furious voice boomed.
Behind him followed a cold-faced Jiang Yisen and a worried-looking Jiang Yunchuan.
Mrs. Jiang’s expression changed drastically as she looked at Mr. Jiang, "You, how did you get here?"
Mr. Jiang stared at her, his eyes filled with heartache, "I gave you a chance, but you insisted on being obstinate and even persecuted your daughter to the point of not letting her come home. She has done nothing wrong to you. For the sake of the Song Family, you’d even become enemies with our entire family?"
Mrs. Jiang shook her head, "I didn’t! I just wanted Jiang Nanshu to clear Shi Zhao’s name. If not for her, how could Shi Zhao possibly have been detained by the police? Even our Jiang Family has been investigated because of her. All of this was sparked by her—can’t you see that?"
Mr. Jiang’s disappointment in her could not be concealed, "Did Song Shizhao really not commit any crime? If he is innocent, then why does Nannan need to admit to giving false testimony? If he’s so upright, shouldn’t he let the police investigate to clear his name?"
Mrs. Jiang was left speechless.
Because... she was sure that Song Shizhao had committed a crime.
But in these wealthy families, which one did not have a few dirty secrets? What’s the big deal?
Mr. Jiang handed the document in his hand to her, "This is the divorce agreement. Song Shuling, I can’t live with you anymore. There’s no turning back this time."