The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind-Chapter 93: I didn’t notice his knife was almost stabbing my major artery!

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: I didn’t notice his knife was almost stabbing my major artery!

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang, having heard the panic in their inner voices, hurried over. "..."

Jiang Nanshu bumped into Mrs. Jiang full on. Mrs. Jiang reacted quickly, steadying Jiang Nanshu. "Nannan, what happened?"

"My third brother wants to kill me!" Jiang Nanshu hid directly behind Mrs. Jiang.

[With so many people here, I don’t believe you dare to go through with it!]

Seeing the knife in Jian Hemian’s hand, Mrs. Jiang comfortingly patted Jiang Nanshu’s hand and scolded with a frown, "Ah Mian, put the knife down, you’re scaring your sister."

She remembered how a year ago, Hemian’s hand was accidentally broken by Jiang Nanshu with a vase... and now this son was about to take a knife to her...

This is bad...

She broke out in a cold sweat.

She stepped in front of Jiang Nanshu slightly, thinking that if he wanted to use a knife on his sister, surely, he couldn’t include his own mother in the threat, could he?

Mrs. Jiang nudged Mr. Jiang.

Mr. Jiang came to his senses, with a stern face, he said, "Ah Mian, playing with knives is forbidden at home, now put it away."

Hemian’s gaze locked directly onto Jiang Nanshu’s face, a smile curling at his lips. "I was just joking with my sister. I’m peeling an apple. Would you like one?"

Jiang Nanshu appeared timid. "How could I dare to eat the apple peeled by Third Brother? I know you still resent me for breaking your hand, but I didn’t mean it. How could I have known your hand was so fragile?"

[Rule number one of seeking death: Keep rubbing salt into the wound and he will definitely break! Hee hee.]

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang: "..."

Silly girl, stop talking.

Hemian really was getting angry.

His hands were more important than anything to him.

But as soon as he heard Jiang Nanshu’s inner voice, that irritation dissipated instantly. Provoke him on purpose? He wasn’t as childish as she was.

Psychologically, Hemian was quite fascinated by the fact that he could hear his sister’s inner voice, which was truly baffling, so he had come home during his time off this week.

Thus, the corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile. "A year has passed, and I no longer bear a grudge for that. You don’t think I’m that petty, do you?"

Jiang Nanshu’s lips quivered, tears welling up in her eyes. "If you weren’t holding a grudge, then why did you say you wanted to stab me to death when I went to visit you in your lab? Indeed, for someone as horrendous as me, how do I deserve to live? Maybe I should hang myself at the front door tomorrow."

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang: "..."

We can’t have that!

[Hey, keep pretending, how could you ever outsmart me, disgusting.]

Hemian’s lips straightened, and his expression turned a few degrees colder, as he applied more force to the apple peeling.

Seeing all the apple peels scattered on the ground, Mr. and Mrs. Jiang felt their hearts race.

Thus, Mr. Jiang quickly tried to smooth things over. "Nannan, that’s just your Third Brother joking with you. He said he doesn’t hold a grudge, so he meanst it. You should get along peacefully from now on, okay?"

Jiang Nanshu obediently nodded. "Got it, I’ll listen to Mom and Dad."

Mr. and Mrs. Jiang heaved a sigh of relief.

[Tss, as if I’d bother arguing with someone who’s about to be crippled, karma will take care of it.]

Their sense of relief was short-lived, and the tension returned. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Mrs. Jiang’s eyes filled with anxiety as she was about to ask why Hemian’s hand would break.

Mr. Jiang fiercely pulled her back, and Mrs. Jiang’s complexion soured as she came back to her senses, her mouth firmly shut.

Mr. Jiang cleared his throat slightly. "Now, get along with your Third Brother. He doesn’t come home often, don’t let your sibling bond grow cold."

With that, he nudged Jiang Nanshu out toward Hemian.

Hemian grabbed her, smiling faintly. "Caught you. Let’s see how you’re going to dodge now."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

[Brother, your smile has a bit of a prelude to dismemberment!]

He pulled Jiang Nanshu over, the hand holding the fruit knife wrapped around her shoulder, the tip of the blade aimed at her neck. With just a bit of force, this "harmonious" scene would turn into a crime scene littered with body parts.

He turned to Mr. and Mrs. Jiang with a slight smile, "It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her. I’ll have a good chat with her, mom and dad, why don’t you go upstairs and rest?"

Mr. Jiang was quite relieved, "That’s good, seeing you siblings getting along so well puts my mind at ease."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

[Old man, are you blind?! Does this look like getting along to you? Can’t you see his knife is about to pierce my carotid artery!]

Mr. Jiang: "..."

Mrs. Jiang couldn’t hold back and said a sentence, "Ah Mian, you must not hurt your little sister."

Jian Hemian held an apple to Jiang Nanshu’s mouth, "Eat."

"..."

[I’m not eating your damn apple! Can’t you hold it further away, I won’t eat!]

A cold sensation pressed against her neck.

Jiang Nanshu took a bite and cheerfully said, "Delicious... The apple peeled by third brother is sweeter than anyone else’s."

"If you like it, that’s good."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

[No wonder I’m just a cannon fodder character; can’t there be one normal person in this family!]

Outwardly she was all smiles, but inside she was cursing.

Jian Hemian led her to the living room, dressed in a loose-fitting T-shirt, exuding a faint scent of fresh grass, a refreshing aroma.

But the man himself was quite the opposite, with a soul as gloomy as can be.

Jiang Nanshu moved the knife slightly with her hand, grinning with her teeth showing, "Third brother, do we really need to talk this way? I’m a bit warm, could you not hold onto my shoulder?"

"What’s wrong with siblings being close? You don’t like it?" Jian Hemian tilted his head, his semi-long, slightly curled black hair swaying, making his face look exceptionally beautiful, a real stunner just like Jiang Jingcheng.

Staring at him with a wooden expression, Jiang Nanshu said, "Should I like it? Can you put down the knife first? It’s dangerous!"

[Hah? Close siblings, go be intimate with your good brothers in hell, I’m not joining you.]

After a moment, Jian Hemian chuckled softly, pinching her cheek, "Suddenly, I find you kinda cute."

Jiang Nanshu: "?"

[I see ghosts, this is creepy, something’s very wrong; looks like another crazy is about to emerge in this family...]

Jiang Nanshu just had to think of how twisted Jiang Yunchuan’s character had become to feel utterly annoyed.

Oh, she didn’t have balls.

Then let it be chest pain.

Mock sincerity plastered on her face, she said, "Third brother truly has an eye for talent; it’s been a year, and you’ve finally noticed my sparkling qualities. Shall we then call it even on our past grievances?"

Jian Hemian’s phoenix eyes slightly squinted, his tone ice cold, "Not possible, my hand still hurts, what do you suggest we do?"

[What to do? Just mix it up with cold tossed scrambled eggs, still thinking of extorting money from me!]

But on the outside, she looked aggrieved, stopping short of speaking further, weak and pitiful, "I’m sorry, third brother. What if I blow on it, then it won’t hurt?"

Jian Hemian: "..."

Jiang Nanshu blinked her sincere big eyes, full of hopeful anticipation.

[Heh heh, wait till I spit on your hand later and gross you out.]

"..."

Still unable to accept the potential action of Jiang Nanshu spitting, Jian Hemian let go of her, "Never mind, when I think of a way to write off our grievances, I’ll tell you."

Jiang Nanshu’s mouth twitched.

[Will I ever live to see that day? You’re going to lose that hand in a month!]