The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: Terrifying as Such

Jiang Zhouye finally realized he had accidentally let Jiang Nanshu into the frame.

Fortunately, it was just a reflection, and it didn’t show her face.

He breathed a sigh of relief and didn’t plan to respond.

He waved his phone at Jiang Nanshu proudly, "Look at your brother’s popularity. Even after being absent for a while, there are still so many people."

Jiang Nanshu gave it a merciful glance, humming, "Yeah, awesome, you’re so great, backing you is a surefire investment. Your fans have a discerning eye, finding a needle in a haystack, none of them are fake."

Jiang Zhouye: "... What nonsense are you spouting?"

Jiang Nanshu looked aggrieved, "I’m praising you! Since brother doesn’t like it, I won’t praise you in the future, lest I annoy you."

Jiang Zhouye: "!!!"

[You are a popular singing and dancing singer, if you can’t even maintain this level of popularity, retire early; it’s embarrassing! If I could sing well, there wouldn’t be any place for you in the music world.]

Jiang Nanshu felt depressed.

She had never undergone professional training and, in the original world, had her voice ruined by being force-fed medication due to childhood experiences. Her vocal cords were damaged, and her voice wasn’t pleasant, somewhat hoarse, unlike the sweet mellowness of this world.

She possessed many skills but couldn’t sing.

This body’s voice hadn’t been professionally trained, so she sang a bit off-key. Jiang Nanshu didn’t intend to stress over these things.

Jiang Zhouye remained silent for about a minute before saying, "Jiang Nanshu, I’ll teach you how to sing, okay? Do you want to learn?"

Jiang Nanshu’s almond eyes widened, her tone with a hint of surprise, "Fourth Brother, are you serious? I begged you for three days and nights, and you ignored me."

[Are you really so kind-hearted now? Teaching me to sing? The original person cried and fussed, and you still wouldn’t agree.]

Jiang Zhouye’s expression was a bit stiff, but fortunately, a mask covered it. He replied hoarsely, "The past is the past. Now I’m willing to teach you. Do you want to learn?"

Jiang Nanshu didn’t hesitate at all, with a bright face and a dazzling smile, "Sure, as long as you’re not bothered by me."

[Hehe, watch me torment you. Just try to teach this hoarse voice of mine.]

Jiang Zhouye: "..."

The car drove for about an hour, arriving at the concert venue.

Jiang Zhouye had mentioned in the group earlier that he would come, but only one person came to pick him up.

Su Jianlin wore a light green short-sleeve shirt with a white headband, looking very sunny and fresh.

Seeing Jiang Zhouye approach, he flashed a smile with little tiger teeth, "Brother Zhou, you’re here! Is your throat feeling better?"

Jiang Zhouye nodded lightly. Su Jianlin was the brother he had a pretty good relationship with in this team, a year younger, but since he couldn’t trace the people behind him, he didn’t dare form a deep bond right now.

Thus, he pulled Jiang Nanshu over and introduced them to each other, "Nannan, this is my teammate Su Jianlin, who also sings well."

"Jianlin, this is my sister, Jiang Nanshu."

Seeing Jiang Nanshu, a look of amazement flashed in his eyes, his naturally pale face slightly reddening, "Hello, sister, I’m your brother’s good friend. You can call me Brother Jianlin."

[Why does everyone insist on using this ’brother’ term, huh?]

Jiang Nanshu’s expression was obedient, "Hello, Brother Jianlin, is your singing very good? But I think my Fourth Brother sounds better; he’s the best." freewebnøvel.coɱ

[I said this just to be annoying, and it might make his teammates think less of him—this one’s a hundred-point move!]

Jiang Zhouye: "..."

This Flower Tea was all personally ordered by Su Jianlin.

No trace of a second person.

Jiang Zhouye felt a bit unwilling to let it go. Noticing Jiang Nanshu curiously looking around, he continued, "I think it’s really good. You should recommend it to the others."

Su Jianlin shrugged helplessly, "I’d love to, but they don’t like tea. Except for Fang Yi, I noticed he drinks the same brand of Flower Tea as me."

"Fang Yi?"

"Yeah, yeah. He’s almost finished his stock, so I’ll ask him in a few days if he wants more, just as a farewell gift."

Fang Yi was Jiang Zhouye’s best friend. The two were almost inseparable, with half of Fang Yi’s popularity being boosted by Jiang Zhouye, making him the vice-leader of the team.

Jiang Zhouye’s face, concealed by a mask, darkened ominously.

He probably waited for this day, confident Jiang Zhouye wouldn’t investigate the Flower Tea, so he brazenly drank it.

Truly acting with impunity.

"What about Lian Xingze?"

"Him?" Su Jianlin frowned.

He was never fond of this person, who had replaced Jiang Zhouye in the team, because he seemed to be ingratiating toward everyone and very insincere.

"That’s about it. His singing isn’t as good as yours or Fang Yi’s, yet he insists on taking the lead singer position. I don’t know what the company was thinking, trying to build him up."

Jiang Nanshu listened intently to their conversation, calculating in her mind:

[They don’t necessarily need to sing well; having connections means they might be pushed to the top. And this Fang Yi name sounds familiar... Oh right, it’s this Fang Yi. He swapped the Flower Tea, and Fourth Brother wouldn’t possibly think he’s his best friend, would he? He’s already a lackey of Lian Xingze.]

[I recall Lian Xingze seems to have foreign ties with a bigwig involved with Su Ran... With the plot so off-kilter, he might return home earlier than expected? Hmm, traditionally, it should’ve been after I died that the bigwig returned to compete with Lu Qingyan for a woman. But now, who knows? Terrifying indeed.]