The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind Chapter 46 - 46 46 I think this project is good and can make

Chapter 46: Chapter 46 I think this project is good and can make a big profit Chapter 46: Chapter 46 I think this project is good and can make a big profit Jiang Yisen was staring intently at Jiang Nanshu.

Jiang Nanshu looked back, confusion apparent in his eyes.

“What’s the matter? Did I say sothing wrong? Why are you looking at like that?”

After a while, Jiang Yisen finally laughed, sat up straight, and reached out to touch Jiang Nanshu’s head: “Such a good girl, always thinking of her brother. How could brother make money without you? My dear sister.”

Jiang Nanshu: “…”

“I really want to slap you, get your filthy hands off , you jerk.”

Jiang Nanshu expressionlessly shifted his head away: “My hair is oily, don’t dirty brother’s hands.”

Jiang Yisen, unconcerned, laughed and continued to look at the prospectus: “Do you think I can make a profit by investing one billion?”

Jiang Nanshu then smiled sincerely, “I think this project is good, you can make a big profit.”

“Is that so?” Jiang Yisen looked inquisitive.

Jiang Nanshu nodded obediently: “Yes, trust .”

“You won’t lose your pants on this one, old man! Once you start working on the project, your family will co and steal your company’s secrets~”

“You really think you struck gold with that land? It’s just one of Bao Yan’s traps, waiting for you to fall into it. Don’t you actually believe that the won around you genuinely care for you? Can’t manage your company, can’t control your urges, serves you right if you go bankrupt!”

The more Jiang Yisen listened, the darker his gaze beca, his eyes lingering on the words “Yan Mountain”.

A trap?

He smiled inexplicably, turning to Jiang Nanshu with a pleasant expression: “Then, I’ll take my sister’s auspicious words.”

“Wonder if you’ll still be laughing when you face a massive loss, won’t you bla your sister then? Never mind, I need to get off and buy a plastic bag, I’m going to puke.”

Jiang Nanshu’s face turned slightly pale and he spoke weakly: “Assistant Yang, please stop the car.”

The car stopped at the roadside, and Jiang Nanshu quickly got out: “Big brother, I’m feeling carsick, you go to the office alone, my shoes are dirty so I won’t go in.”

Without waiting for Jiang Yisen to say anything, Jiang Nanshu hurriedly ran off.

“I really feel suffocated, I feel so unclean after being in his car.”

Jiang Yisen: “…”

Is it that terrible?

He didn’t even do anything in the car…

Looking at the stockings under the seat, he suddenly felt sowhat nauseated too.

He coldly said to Assistant Yang: “Get rid of this car, get a new one.”

A puzzled Assistant Yang: “…”

“Alright, President Jiang.”

…

Jiang Nanshu ran all the way to a 24-hour convenience store by the roadside and bought a bottle of water.

After taking a sip, she felt revitalized.

To stay as far away from Lu Qingyan as possible, she really suffered.

Looking at the desolate suburbs, her heart felt cold.

Wait, where was he driving to?

Jiang Nanshu checked the map, Jiang Yisen had driven in the complete opposite direction of the company, taking a huge detour.

God damn it, he was supposed to take her to the office.

Walking the dog?

She cursed Jiang Yisen’s ancestors in her mind, and it was already noon.

This desolate wilderness had no place to eat, the only slightly populated area was a building not far away with seven gilded characters that read “Dedicated Science Research Institute.”

The na sounded familiar, and upon thinking carefully, Jiang Nanshu realized it was where her estranged third brother worked.

He was a research eccentric, obsessed with experints and nothing else.

He was obsessed with experints to the point of madness.

She hadn’t t him yet, but the description in the book was that of a gloomy, frail person who could dismber corpses for three days and nights straight.

Jiang Hemian rarely ca ho, but the reason he stopped coming ho altogether was because of his original self.

A year ago, she had a conflict with Jiang Leyi, threw a vase at her, but the vase ended up hitting Jiang Hemian, who had just returned ho, fracturing his hand that he used for experints…

Jiang Nanshu recalled that the original self was scared stupid…

At that mont, Jiang Hemian’s eyes looked as if he was about to dissect her the next second, which was quite disturbing…

His hands were his life, as a researcher.

Jiang Nanshu cleverly took out her cellphone, smiling as she dialed Jiang Hemian’s number.

Great, let her witness this kind of terror.

The phone rang for five seconds before being hung up.

Jiang Nanshu wasn’t surprised; Jiang Hemian’s hatred for her was all hidden in those eyes that wanted to dissect her.

She persisted and continued calling.

After over twenty calls, she realized he had blocked her.

Jiang Nanshu sighed deeply as she looked at her phone—how much must he hate her to not even want to hear her voice?

She was thrilled inside, utterly delighted!

Then she calmly used another SIM card to continue calling; dual SIM, dual standby, you know.

Nothing could stop her.

This ti the call wasn’t hung up, probably because it was an unknown number.

Soon, a slightly deep voice answered, “Hello, who is this?”

Jiang Nanshu changed her tone to sound pitiful, “Third Brother, it’s your dear sister Nanshu. Why aren’t you picking up my calls? It hurts more than being stabbed with a knife. I’m outside your research institute; I’m so cold, so hungry, so scared. Can you co help your helpless little sister?”

After a while, he seemingly laughed and said, “Wait there, I’m coming to kill you now.”

Jiang Nanshu: “?”

This ntal state was really worrying.

She waited by the roadside, kicking stones.

A white figure erged from the automatically opening gates of the research institute.

He was dressed in clean, spotless work clothes, with his sleeves rolled up halfway, revealing a powerful lower arm.

Unlike his gloomy and indifferent nature, his appearance was as refreshing as a breeze.

His superior, ethereal face was adorned with a pair of gold-rimd glasses, his hair half-long, loosely tied up partially, with so strands lazily falling around his cheeks.

He had an androgynous beauty.

He and Jiang Jingcheng were fraternal twins. If there were similarities, it was the sa indifference, but he was indeed handso.

No wonder Chu Muxi eventually took notice of him.

Jiang Nanshu looked at him with heart-shaped eyes, another handso elder brother. If it weren’t for those eyes that almost genuinely wanted to kill her, she would have wanted to stick close.

Jiang Hemian stopped a step away from her, his gold-rimd glasses reflecting a cold light in the sun, his hands in his work clothes pockets, his beautiful face devoid of any smile, “You better have a reason for this. They might cherish family ties, but I don’t.”

Jiang Nanshu looked gloomy, “Can’t I find you if there’s nothing wrong? I haven’t seen you for a year, I ca here just to sneak a peek at you, wu wu wu.”

[Fuck, could this lunatic really have brought a knife? The hand in his pocket seems a bit restless!]

Jiang Hemian’s indifferent eyes flashed a hint of astonishnt and confusion: “What?”

Jiang Nanshu: “?”

[Is he that hard of hearing at such a young age?]

She sniffled, continuing pitifully: “Nothing, Third Brother, will you laugh at for expressing my concern in such a clumsy way? I’ve felt guilty about the accident a year ago until now. Because you don’t co ho, everyone at ho hates , they don’t like , they think I caused your injury, wu wu.”