Jiang Nanshu thought carefully about her grudges and grievances with Mrs. Jiang and realized she was still quite petty.
To her, people who didn’t invest emotionally were equivalent to strangers.
Wasn’t she unfamiliar with Mrs. Jiang?
Jiang Nanshu felt that these estrangements wouldn’t fade over time.
She bared a smile, "I won’t go, let her rest in peace, she shouldn’t worry about me. She surely can’t depend on seeing me to keep on living, right?"
Jiang Yunchuan choked up.
That statement... was really quite spot-on.
Jiang Nanshu was unwilling to meet, and he didn’t want to force her.
Their relationship was already tense.
Until now, he tacitly refrained from bringing up that last phone call in her presence because it made him feel guilty and he feared it would sadden Jiang Nanshu.
If Jiang Nanshu knew what he was thinking, she would surely tell him not to overthink it. She simply wanted them to feel guilty about her, not that she particularly loved this family.
And it was impossible for her to be sad.
She had been carefree and happy in her original world for such a long time and hadn’t thought about them once.
Occasionally, she thought of Lu Qingyan.
Because no matter whether she was in his heart or not, his fate would never be bad.
After all, he was the male lead in the story.
How could the author’s beloved let him come to a tragic end?
At most, the author would torture him a bit on his romantic path, add some melodrama, and earn some tears from the readers.
Yet, Lu Qingyan could fall for someone like her, who liked sesame fillings, and she truly admired him for that. Knowing her true feelings, he still bravely forged ahead. Yes, courage was commendable.
She felt a momentary pang for Su Ran because, because of her, the plot had become scattered.
With Su Ran’s capabilities, she could shine bright even without a man, but she still ended up in this situation. Jiang Nanshu didn’t know how to judge her, only to say that everyone must take responsibility for their choices.
Yan Yidan took Jiang Nanshu to the company run by Yang Jiashu, with Xu Xi waiting directly in the lobby, pacing restlessly.
Yang Jiashu, feeling dizzy, massaged his temples, "I’m begging you, ancestor, can you stop pacing back and forth? My eyes hurt."
Xu Xi turned around, her eyes red, and glared at him, "Then why don’t you just go up? I’m waiting for Jiangjiang here, it’s been so long since I last saw her."
Dressed in a proper white-collar attire, her hair was neatly tied back. The once round cheeks had slimmed down, accentuating her features and giving her a more mature look in the outfit she wore.
Yang Jiashu, with glasses on, hadn’t changed much compared to five years before—still delicate and clean-cut, dressed in casual clothing with a hint of youthfulness.
Stunned into silence by Xu Xi’s outburst, he muttered after a moment, "Fine, fine, I’ll wait with you. You can only bully me, really, what a sin."
Xu Xi couldn’t be bothered with him, looking expectantly toward the door.
Finally seeing a familiar figure, she burst out, her sobs loud, "Waaah, my Jiangjiang, I hate you so much."
She hugged Jiang Nanshu tightly, who couldn’t push her away.
Jiang Nanshu was somewhat amused and exasperated, "How much hate is that? You’re going to strangle me."
Xu Xi hurriedly let go, "Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to, waaah, I’ve really missed you. Are you okay? Not hurting anywhere? Let’s go get a thorough check-up at the hospital again, shall we?"
Xu Xi asked several questions in quick succession, frantic with worry.
Seeing her in tears, Jiang Nanshu raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her cheek, "Stop crying, I’m fine, I’m doing well."
She raised her hand to gently embrace her, "I’ve missed you too, Xixi."
Xu Xi couldn’t help but bury her face in Jiang Nanshu’s embrace and cry.
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