Little Ha, full and satisfied, wagged his tail and circled Jiang Nanshu.
Jiang Nanshu was instantly charmed by the cute white dog.
She squatted down again to pet its head.
The words Lu Qingyan had yet to speak were stuck in his throat; Jiang Nanshu didn’t plan to listen at all.
At the same time, Lu Qingyan felt a bit of disappointment coupled with relief.
The life-saving favor Su Ran had done for him was genuine; without her, Lu Qingyan thought, he would’ve been long dead at seventeen.
million was the closure his grandfather had arranged for him.
Lu Qingyan thought of the recent encounters with Su Ran, if he wasn’t mistaken, all orchestrated by her, testing his tolerance limits.
It was time to make things clear to her...
Everyone should be responsible for their choices.
He walked over and sat down on the sofa, while Shang Xu trotted over with his little short legs to Jiang Nanshu’s side.
As Little Ha circled around him, he couldn’t stop sneezing, his eyes red and swollen.
Jiang Nanshu really feared the little rascal might go into shock from a dog fur allergy, so she chased Little Ha into his kennel, keeping him at a distance. He sniffled his little nose and, watching Jiang Nanshu petting the dog, envy flashed in his eyes: "I wish I could pet him too, but Uncle Butler won’t let me."
"Do you want to pet him?" Jiang Nanshu eyed his puffy face.
Shang Xu’s eyes shone brightly as he nodded his head.
Jiang Nanshu armored him completely, making sure not a single hair could touch him, and lifted her chin slightly, "Go ahead, pet him."
Shang Xu looked down at the fluffy gloves he was wearing, and the little helmet on his head: "..."
He tentatively touched the dog, and didn’t sneeze.
Courageously, he hugged the dog. Although he couldn’t feel its body warmth through the gloves, he made contact.
He laughed with glee, his grape-like eyes full of admiration for Jiang Nanshu: "Auntie Jiang, you’re amazing."
Is this considered amazing?
She feigned a cough, looking inscrutable, and started bluffing, "This is nothing. No one understands feeding dogs better than me."
Hence, Jiang Nanshu went from talking about feeding dog food, to discussing the precise water temperature for dog baths, and even claimed she knew whether the dog wanted to ’go’ or eat based on how many times it barked.
In a matter of minutes, Shang Xu went from admiration to awe.
Looking at Jiang Nanshu, his eyes saw her as a deity.
Jiang Nanshu was quite pleased with the effect and concluded with the main point: "Don’t let me feed the dog unless it’s critical. I only show up at key moments, Xiao Xu, do you understand?"
Shang Xu nodded, his face earnest, "I get it! When Little Ha takes a bath, I’ll call you."
Is giving a dog a bath a key moment?
She nodded reluctantly: "Okay."
At least she had managed to trick this little rascal.
Jiang Nanshu didn’t fancy the idea of being perfectly fine at school and then suddenly being called back to feed the dog—it seemed absurd just thinking about it!
Shang Xu continued asking, "How big can Little Ha get?"
Jiang Nanshu shrugged nonchalantly, gesturing with her hands, "About the size of a lion."
Shang Xu believed it.
Deceiving even children!
Fearing his nephew might be led astray, he intervened, "Not that big. A full-grown Samoyed is about 65–70 centimeters long, while an adult male lion’s length starts at two meters at least."
Shang Xu had no concept of these numbers; they made his head swim. He shook his head and pouted, "I believe Auntie Jiang."
"Everything she says is right."
Jiang Nanshu immediately knocked on Shang Xu’s head, "Don’t call people names randomly, call me sister, or I won’t feed the dog for you."
Shang Xu blinked his grape-like eyes and ultimately succumbed to Jiang Nanshu’s tyranny, "Sister Nanshu."
"Such a good boy," Jiang Nanshu said with a smile, reaching out to ruffle Shang Xu’s little head, turning his soft black hair into a tousled mess.
His fair little face flushed with red, feeling the soft touch against his skin, he whispered, "Sister Nanshu, you can’t touch my head, or I won’t grow taller."
Lu Qingyan tossed Little Ha into his dog bed, then stripped off everything Shang Xu was wearing. His expression calm, he addressed Jiang Nanshu, "Are you sure you want to be his sister? I’m his younger uncle by rank."
[What does he mean? Trying to take advantage of me? Pfft.]
The smile on Lu Qingyan’s face was only halfway there when Shang Xu said earnestly with his milky voice, "Sister Nanshu, my younger uncle is so good, he gave me 100,000 yuan as New Year’s gift money."
She looked towards Lu Qingyan, her almond-shaped eyes innocent and plain, "Little uncle, if you acknowledge me, you can’t avoid giving me money."
[Hilarious, she can’t stump me.]
He burst into laughter out of irritation.
By Jiang Nanshu’s shamelessness.
Even after Jiang Nanshu had left, he still hadn’t recovered from her calling him "little uncle".
Unlike Shang Xu, when Jiang Nanshu called someone, her voice was soft and tender, making him itch with desire.
A tug at the hem of his clothes, Lu Qingyan looked down to see Shang Xu looking up at him, his voice sweet and sticky, "Little uncle, when are you going to call off the engagement?"
Was the whole Beijing Circle looking forward to his broken engagement?
"You needed something?" his voice was cold.
Shang Xu twiddled his thumbs, looking embarrassed, his whole little body awkward, his milky voice stuttering, "It’s just, if you don’t like Sister Nanshu, then give her to me maybe."
Shang Xu clenched his little fists, psyching himself up, "When I grow up, I’ll marry Sister Nanshu."
His eyes gleamed with sly innocence, "I’m of the same generation as Sister Nanshu, we can get married, little uncle, you step aside."
Lu Qingyan was at a loss for words, looking at Shang Xu, this four-year-old with hair barely grown out, thinking about marriage already.
He said expressionlessly, "Forget it. She won’t agree. Go to sleep!"
It’s only eight o’clock, why should he sleep now?
But not wanting to anger little uncle, he obediently went.
When he had the time, he’d go ask Sister Nanshu if she’d like to marry him~
Jiang Nanshu was awoken by a series of knocks on the door
She half-opened her eyes and looked at the tightly shut door, lying sprawled on the bed, "Come in, the door’s not locked."
The door opened, and Jiang Nanshu saw the visitor, immediately becoming alert.
[Sob, isn’t this my biggest Golden Master... ah, no, dear fake sister? I’m unforgivable for letting you open the door yourself!]
She looked at Jiang Nanshu, her hair a mess from sleep, no expression on her face, but her inner thoughts were bustling.
[What do you want? Why are you here? Are you bringing me another gemstone? It probably isn’t right to accept more—I’ve already betrayed the actions of a vicious female character twice for money! I definitely cannot submit this time, I have to scold her into submission! Create a huge fuss and drive her out of the house? Forget it, for the sake of the gemstone, I’ll leave myself. Sister, you can stay at home while I roam, sob!]
In just a few seconds.
Jiang Nanshu had played out an entire drama in her mind.
Seeing Jiang Leyi with a wooden expression.
Jiang Nanshu sneered, her tone arrogant, her persona couldn’t be off-character, "What are you doing here! You have one minute, get to the point."