The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 92: The Murderous Maniac has Entered the House!

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: The Murderous Maniac has Entered the House!

Jiang Nanshu dodged his hand, thinking she could manage the shallow depth, so she jumped down with a "plop."

She intended to land perfectly, but her feet slipped, and she fell straight into the water.

"Ah... glug glug... help... glug glug."

Jiang Nanshu floundered in the water.

Duan Huaiyu: "..."

He reached out a hand and grabbed her delicate white arm, pulling her entirely out of the water.

Then he put a small yellow duck swim ring around her.

Floating on the surface with the swim ring, Jiang Nanshu wiped the water from her face and met Duan Huaiyu’s speechless gaze, offering an awkward smile, "I’m sorry, I get a bit dizzy in water."

"Hold on and tell me the key points, I have to go home in an hour."

Duan Huaiyu immediately switched back to coach mode, instructing Jiang Nanshu not to thrash about after an accidental fall into the water, and taught her many swimming techniques.

Then he took her towards the center of the pool with the swim ring.

Jiang Nanshu paddled with her arms, listening intently to Duan Huaiyu’s explanations.

Su Ran stood at the edge of the pool, where Duan Huaiyu was the instructor and Jiang Nanshu a guest, which, in itself, was nothing unusual.

She unthinkingly snapped a photo of the scene.

Looking at the picture, where Duan Huaiyu was supporting Jiang Nanshu’s arm as she slid through the water, it seemed harmless live, but the photo might lead to wild guesses.

Regaining her senses, she realized what she had been doing.

She wanted to delete it, but her fingers just wouldn’t tap the button.

"Coach Duan is amazing, it feels like I can swim after your lesson," said Jiang Nanshu after removing the swim ring, trying to move in the water.

"Good, keep it up, swimming isn’t difficult, tell me if your legs go numb to prevent cramping in the water."

A perfectly normal conversation.

Yet Su Ran felt as if Jiang Nanshu was trying to take something from her.

She left the medication on the bench and walked away.

Once outside, her heart raced at the sight of the photo.

She quickly sent it to Cheng An’s chat window.

But within half a minute, she sobered up and hastily retracted it.

How could she do such a thing and deleted the photo decisively? Jiang Nanshu’s private affairs seemed to have nothing to do with her.

Why should she care so much when Lu Qingyan didn’t?

But it was already too late.

Cheng An sent her a question mark: [Ranran, who is Jiang Nanshu with? She really has no shame, flirting with everyone.]

Across the screen, Su Ran’s face turned somewhat unnatural, feeling as if she had done something wrong.

So she hurriedly explained: [Anzi, it’s not what you think, I just encountered her, she’s learning to swim at this pool, don’t spread this around, I just took the photo by chance, I just ran into her.]

After typing her message and seeing that the other party was still typing, Cheng An sent a simple "Okay."

She breathed a sigh of relief.

She rubbed her cheeks, reminding herself never to do such a thing again.

On the other hand.

Cheng An looked at the photo he had saved. He had set special alerts for Su Ran’s messages, so he saw them the instant they arrived.

Seeing it was a photo, he saved it rapidly.

Heh, a wanton woman.

As if he didn’t know who the coach was.

Truly fitting of her.

A secret rendezvous with her lover at a swimming pool.

He had recognized the male model from the bar in an instant, and now here they were, flirting in the pool.

Cheng An smirked coldly, wishing for Jiang Nanshu’s complete downfall.

To show Lu Qingyan what his fiancee, whom he refused to break the engagement with, was really like - just a plaything entertained by many.

He forwarded the photo directly to Lu Qingyan.

With a touch of revenge: [Brother Yan, your fiancee’s off to see a model again. I didn’t spread it, just showing you. Don’t say I’m trying to slander her again.]

After sending the message, he felt satisfied.

Not caring whether Lu Qingyan saw it or not, he bit on his cigarette and played with his handheld game console.

...

An hour later, inside the swimming pool.

Jiang Nanshu had learned to swim and even mastered several strokes: breaststroke, freestyle, dog paddle, and backstroke.

A look of appreciation appeared in Duan Huaiyu’s eyes.

She was the most talented person he had ever taught.

She just needed a little guidance, and she got it.

Teaching her was so satisfying that he could finish work early.

Jiang Nanshu swam over to the edge and climbed up the underwater stairs, grabbing a clean towel from a nearby chair and began drying her wet hair.

Duan Huaiyu followed, also wiping the water off his body with a towel, his face stern as he went to the changing room, changed into clean clothes, took his bag, and prepared to leave.

Jiang Nanshu suddenly called out to him, "Coach Duan, where are you going?"

Duan Huaiyu stopped in his tracks, maintaining a two-step distance from Jiang Nanshu, "The bar, it’s a part-time job."

Jiang Nanshu draped the towel over her shoulder and asked with a raised eyebrow, "You swim and work out during the day, and you’re a male model at 859 in the evening. How come you’re so energetic?"

"For a living," he fell silent for a moment before adding, "not as a male model this time, but as the bar’s resident singer."

It was then that Jiang Nanshu noticed the guitar bag he was carrying.

He can sing?

That day, she shouldn’t have called him over; she should’ve let him sing for her all night.

She smiled wryly and asked casually, "Ever thought about becoming a singer?"

Duan Huaiyu’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down before he shook his head, "It’s just something to pass the time when I’m free."

If Zhou Ye ever heard that, he would definitely pick a fight with him.

Music was even more important than life itself to Zhou Ye.

Watching him hurry away, Jiang Nanshu finally exhaled deeply and spoke somberly, "Don’t go, head back home and see your mother, or you will regret it."

Duan Huaiyu looked at her, puzzled.

He pursed his lips, "Miss, goodbye."

The plot in the book was that Su Ran had brought medication for Duan Huaiyu, and when he returned that evening, he found his mother had accidentally fallen out of a window and died.

He later agreed to become Su Ran’s bodyguard.

Whether he listened or not was his own business.

Jiang Nanshu changed her clothes and walked out of the swimming hall.

She had mastered swimming for just 9.9, huh, it wasn’t that hard after all.

Meanwhile, inside the arcade, in the billiards room,

Lu Qingyan calmly looked at the photo Cheng An had sent him.

He zoomed in and out of the picture for nearly a minute before turning off his phone screen.

Jiang Yunchuan missed his shot and was a bit annoyed, "Brother Yan, it’s your turn."

Lu Qingyan lined up his cue with the ball and made the shot.

Yang Jiashu exclaimed, "Good shot."

During the next shot, his hand slipped, grazing the side.

"Eh, how can you not take a compliment? Your skills weren’t like this before." Yang Jiashu chuckled as he went to find a good position and lined up the cue ball with his pool stick.

A faint irritation welled up in Lu Qingyan’s chest as he threw his pool stick to the side, "I’m done playing."

"What, why stop suddenly?" Jiang Yunchuan was a bit perplexed.

They hadn’t even finished the game.

Lu Qingyan glanced at him, then, unexpectedly, he smiled, "Let’s go, to your place."

Jiang Yunchuan was puzzled, "???"

"Are you crazy? Don’t you detour your drive just to avoid my sister when she’s home?"

Lu Qingyan spoke indifferently, "Yeah, which is why I need to make sure. Is she back home yet?"

Jiang Yunchuan was speechless.

Don’t you have a phone?

Ever heard of texting?

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He grumpily touched his nose, "We’ll play next time."

...

At the same time, at the Jiang Family villa.

It was just half-past six in the afternoon.

The sky had not yet darkened.

"[Hee hee, dear Mom and Dad, I’m home~]"

Jiang Nanshu’s presence was felt before she arrived.

Mr. Jiang, sitting on the sofa watching the news brief, "..."

The little tyrant was home; he just hoped this weekend wouldn’t bring any more scares!

He suddenly stood up and ran upstairs.

Too terrifying, just too terrifying.

Jiang Nanshu walked in and didn’t see Mr. Jiang, who usually sat in the living room reading the newspaper.

At that moment, someone walked out of the kitchen, holding an apple in his well-defined hand and peeling it with a fruit knife in the other.

His slightly long hair was half tied back, with some of it falling loosely, covering half of his delicate face, adding a touch of laziness and listlessness.

His grip tightened on the fruit knife, and he squinted dangerously when he saw Jiang Nanshu.

Jiang Nanshu’s eyes widened in shock.

"[Holy shit, I’ve lived to see the day—how is Third Brother at home!]"

Hemian lifted his eyelids slightly and, holding the fruit knife, approached Jiang Nanshu.

Jiang Nanshu’s legs spun like whirlwinds as she hastily ran upstairs.

"[Ahhh, help, a murderous maniac has entered the house!]"