Jiang Nanshu looked at her father for help with tears in her eyes, as if she was frightened: “Dad…”
Jiang’s father stood up, walked to Jiang Nanshu’s side, and said to Old Mr. Song: “Father-in-law, Nan Nan is still young, don’t scare her.”
He quietly patted the back of Jiang Nanshu’s hand and said, “Go sit down. It’s okay. We’ll take care of everything.”
Jiang Nanshu bit her red lips lightly, lowered her head, and responded, and then she walked to the Jiang family’s table.
“Old man, just because you’ve been so kind to me, I’ll book you into a mental hospital right now. When you go crazy, you can just check in without any formalities. I’m so considerate.”
Jiang’s father: “…”
It had been a while since he had heard Jiang Nanshu’s inner voice, so he had almost forgotten his tragic ending.
“Ah, no, you still had a second spring before you went to the mental hospital. Can you hurry up and remarry Aunt Chu? I can’t wait to meet my stepmother. Will you give me a big gift?”
Jiang’s mother’s face turned green.
From the beginning to the end, Jiang Nanshu never wished well for her biological mother.
She held the cup tightly in her hand.
Jiang’s father looked a little embarrassed. He didn’t dare to look directly at Jiang’s mother’s eyes.
The group of people in the Song family didn’t know the embarrassing atmosphere of the Jiang family.
Old Mr. Song continued to speak: “Is she still young? She is an adult and can bear legal responsibilities. If she weren’t my granddaughter, I would have sent her to the police station.”
Jiang Nanshu sat on the chair, pouting at Old Mr. Song: “Then you can call the police to arrest me.”
The police are not idle either.
Do you really think that you can ignore the law and convict people at will just because you have money?
Seeing that Jiang Nanshu still dared to be stubborn, Old Mr. Song was so angry that he covered his chest and shouted: “Misfortune for our family, misfortune for our family!”
Jiang’s mother quickly calmed him down: “Dad, don’t be so angry. Take care of yourself.”
She looked at him with disapproval: “Nan Nan, you can’t be so aggressive. Apologize to your grandfather quickly.”
Seeing that Jiang Nanshu was about to speak, Old Mr. Song snorted coldly: “No need, I can’t afford it!”
Jiang Nanshu immediately took back what she was about to say and replied obediently, “Okay.”
Old Mr. Song: “…”
He just made a scene, but Jiang Nanshu didn’t understand at all.
Was she still waiting for him, an elder, to bow his head and apologize to her?
At this time, Eldest Mrs. Song pushed Song Yichen in.
He was sitting in a wheelchair with bandages on his knees and his right hand hanging in front of his chest. He stared at Jiang Nanshu fiercely, as if he was going to pounce on her in the next second.
In response, Jiang Nanshu gave him a friendly smile.
Song Yichen was furious.
He started shouting, “Hurry up, make Jiang Nanshu kneel before me and apologize to me. Hurry up, hurry up!”
His teeth were grinding, and his chest was heaving violently.
The next second, Song Yichen turned his head to look at Old Mr. Song and Jiang’s mother, his eyes red: “Woo, Grandpa, Aunt, my hands hurt so much. I had a piano performance in a few days, but it’s all gone. I lost my first place. It’s Jiang Nanshu’s fault. She’s ruining my future.”
Old Mrs. Song was heartbroken.
This is her youngest grandson.
She quickly held Song Yichen’s head in her arms and gently stroked it: “Don’t be afraid, Chen Chen. Grandma will seek justice for you. Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid.”
She glared at Jiang Nanshu fiercely, her voice surging with anger as she addressed Jiang’s father, “Huanye, I know you’re heartbroken that your daughter has been living away from home for fifteen years, but you can’t shield her just for this reason. She was wrong in the first place, and we just want an apology from her. Is that that difficult?”
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