The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind

Even though Jian Hemian was a research fanatic, he had never seen anything so inexplicable. He... could hear the inner voice of the sister he despised the most!

The world's top ten unsolved mysteries were not this absurd.

[Why aren't you speaking? Did I gross you out? Haha, I'm having such good luck today, totally on a roll.]

Jian Hemian masked his shock, returning to his usual self the next moment, "You brought this upon yourself. They hated you and disliked you, wasn't that something you deserved? Don't come pretending to be pitiful in front of me. I tolerated you once, I can't do it a second time."

His tone carried a dangerous chill, and the eyes hidden behind his glasses were cold and gloomy, sending shivers down one's spine.

Unlike Jiang Yisen, who showed his madness openly, his darkness hid beneath his beautiful exterior.

Pathological, melancholic, with a bloodthirsty coldness.

Only by immersing himself in experiments could he suppress his nature, making him appear like a normal person.

Jiang Nanshu knew what he was referring to. The incident a year ago when she broke his hand, making him resent her to this day.

[Even the Ninja Turtles don't have your endurance. You're the most patient, you're the best. If you can't bear it, just go crazy already, drama queen.]

Jiang Nanshu couldn't help but criticize in her heart, ignoring Jiang Hemian's increasingly cold expression, she sniffled and whispered, "I beg you, don't talk to me like that. My severe depression doesn't seem to be getting any better. I specially came to see if your hand had healed… hoping you will come home."

Jian Hemian narrowed his eyes slightly. For a moment, he wanted to take Jiang Nanshu back to the institute for thorough research. If he could hear her inner voice, could it be due to the power of their blood connection? Or did she have a heart problem?

After a while, he emphasized two words, "Specially?"

Her inner voice didn't sound like she had come specifically to show concern for him and ask him to come home. Instead, it seemed she came to disgust him intentionally.

Jiang Nanshu nodded earnestly, "Yeah, to come to you, I didn't even take a car. I walked for three hours to show my sincerity."

[If it wasn't for Jiang Yisen driving us to this remote desolate place, who would come here, ugh.]

Jian Hemian: "..."

He showed no expression, "That must've been hard for you."

"Not hard, for you, it's what I should do."

Then Jian Hemian pointed to the main road, "You have one minute to leave here. Otherwise, I'll stab you to death directly."

Jiang Nanshu: "!!!"

[Really uniquely sick.]

Then her eyes paused for a moment on his distinct knuckles.

[Hope you can still act tough and say you'll stab me when you lose your hand.]

Jian Hemian's expression changed. Just as he was about to reach out and grab Jiang Nanshu, he saw her running faster than a tornado.

[Man, no sense of honor, didn't even give me five seconds to start and wanted to catch me, sneaky little villain.]

Leaving this thought behind, Jiang Nanshu disappeared in an instant.

Jian Hemian: "..."

He still remembered back then, when she was stubbornly holding her neck and refusing to apologize, demanding they drive Jiang Leyi away first. If not for the family's persuasion, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't have smashed her head open on the spot to see what she was thinking.

Then he glanced down at his hand.

A year had passed and his fractured hand had healed.

But why would Jiang Nanshu's inner voice mention that he would lose his hand?

...

Jiang Nanshu ran for some distance, hailed a ride home, costing her two hundred bucks, leaving her utterly deflated. Most importantly, she hadn't gotten to touch his abs, so she would have to pick another auspicious day.

So, for today, she had endured enough hardship. It was time to rest.

No one was home, so she had lunch alone and went upstairs to sleep.

She didn't wake up until the afternoon when she checked her phone to find Chen Qian had sent her 99+ messages and over thirty calls.

Poor kid was so anxious she was pulling her hair out.

Fortunately, she had silenced her phone before sleeping, avoiding the disturbance.

She yawned and lazily replied, [What's up, Qianqian? Got something to tell me?]

Chen Qian replied instantly, [Jiang Nanshu, where did you go! Do you know I was almost going crazy because I couldn't find you!]

Was Chen Qian worried about her? With someone who harbored ill intentions to harm her for personal gain, Jiang Nanshu wouldn't be so sentimental.

It had to be because of Jiang Zhouye. She was more terrified than anyone else.

She deliberately kept Chen Qian hanging for a few minutes, seeing her send a few more messages asking her where she was, and then slowly replied, [Qianqian, you really care about me. I just took a nap, and you were looking for me all over the world. You're my best friend for life!]

Meanwhile, Chen Qian was infuriated upon seeing the reply. She had one eye that couldn't see, so looking at her phone screen was exhausting. Prolonged looking hurt her eyes, did Jiang Nanshu even realize how much harm waiting for her response did to her eyes?

Suppressing her irritation, she replied impatiently, [Where's your fourth brother? Is he at home? Are you lying to me? If you want to help me, the best time is at night. Why did you make me go in the morning?]

The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was off. Shouldn't such things be done at night? What could be accomplished by going in the morning!

This idiot disappeared on her and almost pissed her off to death. So, her attitude towards Jiang Nanshu was particularly bad.

After sending the message, she waited ten more minutes without a reply from Jiang Nanshu.

Just as she was about to call her, she saw Jiang Nanshu sent an apologetic emoji along with a message, [Qianqian, all my family is home at night, plus the villa's security is strong. Also, my fourth brother is particularly wary of me, so it would be difficult to do anything. But tomorrow morning, I'll drug him. Everyone will be out, wouldn't that be perfect for you to come?]

This reason barely satisfied Chen Qian. She smiled with satisfaction and replied, [Not bad. I'll come tomorrow then.]

[Mm, okay.]

Jiang Nanshu sent the last message, then put on her slippers and stretched lazily.

Tomorrow she could send Chen Qian straight to hell first.

Once she found the person behind all this, she'd send them to accompany Chen Qian.

Leaving troublemakers on earth would only bring more harm to others. As the Justice Messenger, she'd bravely step forward to maintain peace when necessary.

Da Shachun, quietly observing everything: [...]

Do you not feel any pangs of conscience saying such things?

Oh, she had no conscience. She was an alien.

Jiang Nanshu smacked her lips, feeling hungry again. She went downstairs to forage for food.

Her mind, still in a haze, wandered:

[How should I drug fourth brother tomorrow? My dear enemy, should I protect you by spiking his flower tea, which he loves to drink…]

She opened the door to find Jiang Zhouye, who was awkwardly maintaining a knocking gesture.

His face turned from blue to black, then to pale under Jiang Nanshu's gaze.

So, her plan to drug him was serious?!

Would he have to endure such torment again?

Jiang Nanshu took a step back.

[Scared me to death. Is this guy lurking outside my room to harm me?]

Jiang Zhouye: "!!!"

Who the hell was trying to harm whom!

Jiang Nanshu blinked her clear almond-shaped eyes and weakly said, "So scary. Are you planning to eat me with that look, fourth brother?"