The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 394

Chapter 394: Chapter 393: Why Continue to Torment Each Other

Mrs. Jiang struggled against her illness for five years before she finally passed away.

Mr. Jiang was the one who announced the news.

And the only person Mrs. Jiang didn’t get to see before she died was Jiang Nanshu.

Crying could be heard from a nearby hospital room.

Jiang Nanshu immediately understood why Jiang Jingcheng was on this floor—it was because Mrs. Jiang had also been staying here, in the room next door.

The person crying was Jiang Leyi.

No matter what, Mrs. Jiang had always been the mother who cherished and raised her.

So Jiang Nanshu felt that Jiang Leyi was the luckiest one among them all.

Even if she had been switched at birth, she still grew up in a wealthy family, and now that she had found her birth family, she was still in a nest of wealth.

She had never known poverty.

"Do you want to go have a look?" Jiang Jingcheng asked.

Jiang Nanshu shook her head, "I never visited her while she was alive, wouldn’t it feel a bit like closing the stable door after the horse has bolted if I went to see her now?"

Jiang Jingcheng thought about it seriously, "That’s true."

Not long after, several of Jiang Nanshu’s older brothers arrived.

Jiang Nanshu sat in Lu Qingyan’s hospital room, peeling an apple.

Lu Qingyan lay in bed, staring at the IV bag hanging by the bed.

He too wanted to be at peace with Jiang Nanshu, but he found that he couldn’t quite manage it.

He didn’t want to show his dirtiest side in front of her, nor could he give up on her, as Jiang Nanshu was a very thoughtful person.

Lu Qingyan knew she wanted him to release the person he was keeping locked up.

But he felt the punishment wasn’t enough yet.

It was nowhere near enough to make up for the hurt Jiang Nanshu had suffered over the years.

Compensation wasn’t sufficient.

And the catalyst for their recent argument had been Zhou Yanxu.

He realized from what was in Jiang Nanshu’s heart, how important this person was to her.

From the time he saw her lost and distraught at the temple.

It was an emotion of Jiang Nanshu’s that he had never seen before.

She was always so outspoken and seemed to approach everything with great openness.

Could she be sad?

Lu Qingyan had never seen it, so that was a first.

He found evidence that she liked Zhou Yanxu in the little details.

And from the way he interacted with Jiang Nanshu, he discovered that he was the only one who would argue and cry, she would not.

Lu Qingyan felt a vexing tightness in his chest, it was driving him mad.

Damn it, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at Jiang Nanshu, who was happily munching on an apple and scrolling through her phone.

He felt his stomach pain flaring up again.

Lu Qingyan clutched at his stomach, his face pallid, sweat dripped off his brow.

Jiang Nanshu noticed his discomfort, quickly set down the apple and phone, and reached out to feel his not-so-warm hand, asking, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

Lu Qingyan pursed his lips, his gaze stubbornly fixed on her, "I’m not in pain, I want to eat an apple."

Jiang Nanshu was speechless.

"The doctor said it should be at least four hours before you eat again, wait a few more hours, okay?"

Seeing Lu Qingyan’s forehead soaked with sweat, she went to wring out a clean towel and wiped his face for him.

Looking at him making trouble for himself, Jiang Nanshu felt a mix of exasperation and amusement, "I already told you the medicine was expired, I didn’t dare to take it, and you just gulped it down, do you really not care about your life?"

"Dying would be just what you wanted."

Jiang Nanshu watched him speechlessly, "Well, before you die, let’s get our marriage annulled. I don’t plan on being a widow."

Sure enough, at the mention of divorce, his eyes turned fierce, his gaze fixed on her face, "In your dreams."

"Then take better care of yourself, and don’t do anything this stupid again. When your stomach feels better, I’ll peel one for you," Jiang Nanshu promised him as she looked on.

"You can leave."

Jiang Nanshu’s silence killed his hope.

"Lu Qingyan... there are no ’what if’ hypotheses in this world."

"Get out!" He lowered his eyes, his face pale, his demeanor calm.

Jiang Nanshu saw the storm hidden beneath his calm exterior, but was also powerless.

Five years had turned a man once composed into a madman.

She didn’t want to provoke him any further and turned to leave.

She had only reached the entrance to the ward.

When she saw him pull out the needle from the back of his hand, knocking over the IV stand with a loud crash.

Through the crack in the door, Jiang Nanshu saw him slumping, hands clutching his head, his fingers buried in his hair, blood dripping down his arm from the back of his hand, which he seemed not to care about.

She pursed her red lips, her eyes moistening slightly.

She thought so.

There were fractures between them.

Unrepairable.

Why continue to torment each other by staying together?

Her existence seemed to only bring more pain to Lu Qingyan.

He had even lost himself.

Jiang Nanshu went to find a nurse and reported the situation in Lu Qingyan’s ward.

A stretcher covered with a white sheet was pushed over from not far away.

Around the stretcher followed Mr. Jiang and Jiang Nanshu’s five brothers, as well as Jiang Leyi, whose eyes were swollen from crying.

Seeing Jiang Nanshu standing in the corridor, they seemed surprised as well.

Mr. Jiang, eyes red with emotion, came forward excitedly, "Nannan, you’re here? Has that boy from the Lu family been bullying you? Tell dad."