ABRWF Chapter 169.2

The host Hu Ying on the stage announced, “Next, Jiang Nanshu from the Broadcasting Department’s Class 1 will perform the song “Fortune Telling”.”

After her, it will be Su Ran’s Peking Opera show.

Xu Xi was even more excited than the party involved: “Go, Jiang Jiang. At worst, the three of us will be embarrassed together.”

Xu Xingwan resigned herself to her fate and walked to the back of the square carrying the flag.

Xu Xi held up a loudspeaker and shouted, “Come on, Jiang Jiang. Jiang Jiang will win!”

The voice was so loud that it drowned out the noise of the entire venue.

Everyone looked back in unison, and they all became strangely quiet. Xu Xi danced even harder.

Jiang Nanshu originally walked, but later, she ran.

So, this is what social death feels like.

Jiang Yunchuan couldn’t help laughing: “Nan Nan’s friends are really interesting.”

Jiang Zhouye was stunned for a moment: “So, are there people willing to be friends with her?”

Jiang Leyi rolled her eyes at him and said, “You’re the only one who thinks she’s not good. Admit it. Even if she’s bad, she’s bad in a charming way. There are so many people who like her.”

Considering Chu Muxi was next to her, she didn’t say that she could hear Jiang Nanshu’s inner voice.

Only their family could hear this. If others knew about it, they would probably treat Jiang Nanshu as a monster and burn her to death.

Chu Muxi said softly, “I also think that Sister Nan Nan is not as bad as others say. As long as she is willing to correct herself, I believe Aunt Lu will definitely accept her.”

After she finished speaking, none of the three people responded.

Jiang Leyi was disdainful in her heart.

Did she still need Lu’s mother to accept her?

First of all, Jiang Nanshu had to be willing to accept her son!

After all, what Jiang Nanshu was thinking about in her heart was not only to cancel the engagement but also to make Lu Qingyan dislike her.

She said in a melancholy tone, “Alas, Nan Nan will not be able to enjoy the Lu family’s overwhelming wealth. No matter whether she is good or bad, Mrs. Lu will not accept my sister.”

Chu Muxi slightly curled her lips in the dark. You still have some self-awareness.

She lowered her head and opened WeChat, and the dialog box with Lu’s mother: [Auntie, Yidan is already here. Do you want her to go to your side?]

Lu’s mother quickly replied: [Ask her to come over and help me keep an eye on the Jiang family.]

Chu Muxi just felt extremely excited.

She found the feeling of being undercover in front of familiar people too challenging.

If they knew that it was Lu’s mother who wanted to destroy Jiang Nanshu from the beginning, would the Jiang family still accept the Lu family?

Chu Muxi switched WeChat accounts.

Continuing to maintain her harmless image, she stood up and whispered a few words to Yan Yidan.

She pointed to the seat where Lu’s mother was.

Yan Yidan stood up, walked to the front, and sat down naturally next to Lu’s mother.

When Old Mr. Lu saw this, his face looked a little ugly.

He knew that Lu’s mother wanted to embarrass Jiang Nanshu and wanted to warn her, but Lu’s mother spoke first.

“Dad, this is my friend’s daughter. She just came down from the mountains to learn skills. She is not familiar with Beijing, so she asked me to take her out to play. Yidan, called Grandpa Lu.”

Yan Yidan had a smile on her gentle face and said softly, “Hello, Grandpa Lu.”

Even though Old Mr. Lu was dissatisfied, he didn’t want to offend his daughter-in-law, so he responded reluctantly and didn’t want to say a word to the girl next to him.

The only granddaughter-in-law he likes is Jiang Nanshu!

On the stage, two people carried a piece of spread-out white paper onto the stage and fixed it with a stand. There was ink and a brush next to it.

Everyone was a little confused.

Why did a singing show have to do these things?

Was Jiang Nanshu going to sing and draw on the stage?

Painting Butterfly Love Flower? Does it fit the theme of this song?

A mocking look was cast at the Lu family.

Lu’s mother felt ashamed and said sarcastically, “These elegant things can’t change her country’s character. If Yidan goes on stage, the show would be a hundred times better than hers.”

 

 

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