The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322: Chapter 322: Yulin Temple

Jiang Nanshu hadn’t expected the encounter to be so sudden, and yet it was precisely during the act of committing murder that he saw her.

She was not a good person, but Zhou Yanxu had taught her kindness and virtue from a young age because he liked it.

So she would become anyone for him.

If he were still here...

He definitely wouldn’t want to see her hands stained with blood.

Jiang Nanshu instinctively withdrew his hand behind his back, his left hand holding a dim light, not bright enough to reveal his expression clearly. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Jiang Nanshu averted his eyes, "Don’t recognize."

After a long moment, Zhou Yanxu’s lips spread into a tender, elegant smile, "You’re lying."

It was a night of flashing lightning, yet his smile seemed to hold a brightness that couldn’t help but draw Jiang Nanshu’s attention.

She felt a little sour inside, and somewhat aggrieved.

What was this...

Eight years.

She had almost forgotten him, and now he had appeared again.

"Do you want to commit murder?" He took a step closer.

His voice was gentle, growing closer, "That’s not good, murder requires atonement."

"Don’t lecture me!" Jiang Nanshu looked up at him fiercely.

Zhou Yanxu was momentarily stunned.

It was only then that Jiang Nanshu realized, upon seeing Zhou Yanxu, her pride in her rationality crumbled to dust.

He raised the umbrella over her head with determination in his tone, "I came across this; I must intervene. I cannot watch someone take the wrong path."

"Bad people will receive their due punishment; they’ll face retribution without you lifting a finger. Spare them, do not live with regrets; consider your family, friends, who wouldn’t want to witness this, and this girl you want to save. If she finds out you killed someone for her, do you want her to live in remorse forever?"

Jiang Nanshu listened to his lengthy sermon advising her.

And then realized, this wasn’t the Zhou Yanxu she knew. Apart from looking the same and being equally gentle in demeanor, they were as different as heaven and earth in other ways.

For example, the original world’s Zhou Yanxu was always slow in speech and actions, remaining calm and unhurried.

But the current him preached a lengthy sermon, earnestly persuading her in the hopes she wouldn’t commit a crime.

He didn’t even consider, having stumbled onto her plans, how could she possibly continue? Even if she wanted to kill, she would have to deal with him, the eyewitness, first, right?

But he was Zhou Yanxu.

Jiang Nanshu just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Seeing Jiang Nanshu silent,

He knew she must have taken his words to heart.

Zhou Yanxu’s voice softened, "Up there is the temple where I stay. If the girl in this suitcase doesn’t receive timely treatment, she might not live until tomorrow. If you trust me, follow me."

After a long while,

Jiang Nanshu quietly agreed, "Okay."

She turned around, half-lifted Jiang Leyi from the suitcase, then carried her on her back, "You lead the way."

"This umbrella..."

"I don’t want it; you have a heart condition, don’t catch a cold."

She spoke coldly and passed by Zhou Yanxu to climb up.

Zhou Yanxu looked at her stubborn back, bent down to pick up the large wrench she left behind, and followed her, "Patron, wait for me."

Da Shachun, who witnessed everything:[...]

It originally wanted to see how Jiang Nanshu would handle the situation.

It didn’t think there was anything wrong with her wanting to kill to eliminate future troubles.

After all, none of the three were good people; they deserved their fate.

Moreover, Jiang Nanshu was determined to return to her original world; as long as these matters weren’t exposed before then, she could spare herself from suicide.

Then she left the rest up to others.

She looked towards the young monk, "Do you have a place to rest here? I’m so tired."

The young monk: "Ah? Donor, we don’t have any extra ... "

"We do, sleep in my room," Zhou Yanxu’s voice was calm and unhurried.

"Eh? How could that be, Guiyuan, where will you sleep then? There are no spare rooms in the temple," the young monk immediately became anxious.

Zhou Yanxu’s handsome face smiled, "It’s no problem, it’s late at night, letting her stay for one night is fine, this donor will leave the mountain on her own tomorrow."

The young monk hesitated.

Just moments ago this lady could have left their small temple with the ambulance, I don’t know why she insisted on staying!

Their temple was full of men, her staying overnight was quite presumptuous!

He muttered under his breath, "Thank goodness we are monks and harbor no improper thoughts, otherwise it’s very dangerous for a young lady to stay overnight outside."

Jiang Nanshu unbuttoned her raincoat, feeling stifled as it was soaked through.

Hearing the young monk’s not-so-subtle mutter, Jiang Nanshu turned her head to look at Zhou Yanxu’s slightly wet black hair and couldn’t help snorting coldly, "I’m seeing for the first time a monk who keeps his hair, does your temple have rather unique rules?"

Seeing Jiang Nanshu walk away, the young monk reacted.

"Hey! That’s no way to talk ..."

"Jingyou, it’s fine," Zhou Yanxu stopped him from going forward to argue.

The young monk Jingyou was indignant, "Guiyuan, you’re just too nice and you let people be presumptuous towards you, being sarcastic to your face, if it were me I would have sent her away long ago!"

"Guests are to be treated with courtesy, one cannot be rude."

Jingyou: "..."

Under the guidance of the temple master, Jiang Nanshu came to Zhou Yanxu’s room.

Inside was spotlessly clean with only a bookshelf for scriptures, a set of wooden table and chairs, a wooden bed, and an image of the Buddha, beneath which was a small tea table and a meditation cushion, along with a wooden fish that shone from being struck.

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