The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 137: I’m Just a Patient, I Can’t Take the Stimulation

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: I’m Just a Patient, I Can’t Take the Stimulation

Jiang Yunchuan frowned, "What’s the name of that bastard again? Liang what?"

"Liang Ciqiu." Yang Jiashu gave him a silent glance, "After all this time, you can’t even remember his name."

Jiang Yunchuan curled his lips with disdain, "Why would I bother remembering the name of some bastard? Sigh, tell me, why would Su Ran just disappear like that? And then everyone blames it on my sister, how unfair is that? She was home all day yesterday... ahem, she had a stomachache and rested at home for the whole day."

Yang Jiashu also frowned, his clean face showing some confusion, "I’m puzzled too. Could this be a trick to gain sympathy? In my opinion, it’s pointless for people to waste energy on something that leads nowhere."

He was talking about the issue between Lu Qingyan and Su Ran.

If Lu Qingyan really cared about her, he could find her even if she ran to the center of the earth.

Suddenly, Jiang Yunchuan felt a bit guilty.

Because he had not missed Jiang Nanshu’s suspicion that Su Ran was forced into a hidden rule...

He found this troubling.

Could she be locked up in that hotel?

Such an ordeal would have to be devastating for a girl, wouldn’t it?

He wondered if anyone had gone to save her yesterday.

He cleared his throat and said to Yang Jiashu, "Jiashu, do you think... Su Ran might still be asleep?"

Yang Jiashu blinked, his eyes narrow and elongated, with glasses that gave him a youthful appearance, making him seem harmless and gentle like a good-natured person.

He reached out and touched Jiang Yunchuan’s forehead, "You’re not sick either."

Jiang Yunchuan bristled, "Who are you calling sick?"

"What does it matter to you whether Su Ran is sleeping or not? Why are you blushing? And why do you seem a bit guilty?" Yang Jiashu squinted slightly and grabbed Jiang Yunchuan’s collar, "Spill it, do you know where Su Ran is?"

"How the hell would I know!" Jiang Yunchuan broke free.

Walking ahead, he said, "I’m just guessing because every time I’m sound asleep, I can’t hear phone messages. Forget it, come with me to the Jiang Group. I need to talk about this with my brother in person. The Cheng family should know by now. Cheng An got hurt pretty bad, and it’s not going to end well."

Yang Jiashu stood with his hand on his hip and laughed, "Then I’ll go and vouch for you. Anzi really did cross the line."

Such a big commotion had been created that no one in the classroom dared to look Jiang Nanshu in the eye; even a leg from her chair was broken. Now that damaged chair lay in the corner at the back of the room.

Xu Xi went to rinse the mop, cleaning up the bloodstains on the floor.

Jiang Nanshu picked up the knife and twirled it in her hand, suspecting that Cheng An had even sharpened it when he took it out.

She looked up just in time to lock eyes with Hu Ying. Jiang Nanshu gave her a grin, which terrified Hu Ying to the point that her legs went weak and she tripped over the chair, landing upside down with her head hitting the edge of the lecture podium hard.

The "thud" it made sounded painful.

Jiang Nanshu’s delicate hand gripped the knife handle tightly and with force, the blade stuck into the desktop, producing a humming sound from the tip due to the impact.

"If the school leaders ask about what just happened, do you all know how to answer?"

The crowd: "..."

They shivered in fright, not daring to respond.

Seeing no movement from them, Jiang Nanshu was not in a hurry. She sighed, her tone filled with sorrow, "I’ve been hiding something from you all. After being diagnosed by a psychologist, I suffer from severe depression. When I have an episode, I just want to hurt people, but it’s never intentional. I’m just a patient, and I can’t stand stress. Can you all understand my pain?"

The crowd: "..."

My goodness, could they really understand?

"Who ever heard of someone with depression attacking others? They usually hurt themselves, don’t they?"

Seeing the whole classroom fall silent, Jiang Nanshu hummed with some dissatisfaction, "Hmm? Cat got your tongue? My depression is about to flare up again."

Everyone suddenly spoke in surprising unison, "We understand! Totally understand!"

Jiang Nanshu smiled contentedly, "So, about the school officials..."

Everyone replied, "This has absolutely nothing to do with you, you’re the victim!!!"

Such a unified chorus.

Jiang Nanshu grinned in satisfaction, the classroom atmosphere was still quite harmonious.

She fell in love with reading.

Unity and friendship were the qualities her fellow broadcasting students ought to possess.

Jiang Nanshu then turned toward Hu Ying, "Class president, what do you think?"

Hu Ying: "..."

She stood up while rubbing the back of her head and said in a stiff voice, "I agree with the others... you’re innocent."

She dirtied herself, she went against her conscience.

She had no choice but to submit in the face of evil power.

To her, Jiang Nanshu now seemed more terrifying than a ghost.

She also felt a bit uneasy, unsure whether to continue targeting Jiang Nanshu as Lin Yueyue had suggested.

"Your trust in me makes me very happy. You’re all wonderful classmates," Jiang Nanshu was touched.

Still, she remembered her own days in the original world, when she was accused of setting a fire that killed her parents, which, after proving her innocence, turned out to be an accident. Her brother had been admitted to a mental hospital by her own hands, and she had returned to school after being released from detention.

It was a prestigious school arranged for her by Zhou Yanxu before his death. That year, she had just started high school. The children in that private school were all either rich or noble. Without the towering presence of Zhou Yanxu, Jiang Nanshu was like a lamb among wolves.

Back then, many people disliked her, calling her an orphan, a parasite clinging to the Zhou Family, scribbling and doodling on her desk, splashing it with red ink.

Those days were even worse than what Xu Xi had suffered.

Jiang Nanshu was erasing these memories from her mind.

Because remembering only brought back a very ordinary night when, armed with a kitchen knife hidden in her backpack, she brutally chopped off the fingers of a group of thugs who had cornered her, like a fierce little wolf.

As a consequence, she had broken her hand and suffered a severe illness.

After recovering, she had enrolled in a martial arts class.

From that time, she knew that in this world, only she could protect herself. Zhou Yanxu taught her to be tolerant and gentle with the world but never showed her how to protect herself.

Only by fighting back, by fighting back fiercely, they became afraid and only then would they submit.

"Jiangjiang, you can’t play with knives, they’re very dangerous."

Jiang Nanshu was pulled back to reality by the sound of Xu Xi’s voice. Xu Xi had tidied up the aftermath and stepped forward.

She plucked the knife stuck in the desk, shaking her head at the newly made hole on the otherwise tidy surface, and threw it into the trash. The knife arced perfectly into the bin.

"Bad luck!"

Xu Xi then procured a new chair, "This desk was also wrecked by Cheng An. I’ll request a new one later. Just make do for now."

She looked at the notes ripped in half on Jiang Nanshu’s desk, admired her handwriting, and rubbed her eyes in disbelief, exclaiming, "Wow, how can you write so beautifully! Your writing could rival contemporary calligraphy masters. It’s a pity this notebook is ruined. I’ll go with you to buy a new one after class."