The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376: Chapter 375: Worlds Overlapping

He buried Zhou Yanxu, and with him, her past was also buried.

Jiang Nanshu coughed intermittently, feeling a heavy chest compression until she coughed out a mouthful of blood, which made her feel much better.

"Boss, let’s go to the hospital. How much longer can you hold on like this?"

Xun Wu’s voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Jiang Nanshu wiped the blood with a tissue and turned her head to glance at him, "I’m fine, I should be able to outlive Zhou Yanbai."

Xun Wu was both frustrated and helpless, "I really should call Sister Xu Yun to supervise you and ensure you take your medication properly. You’re neglecting it again."

Speaking of Xu Yun, Jiang Nanshu’s eyes softened as she smiled, "Planning to marry Sister Xu Yun?"

Xun Wu blushed shyly in a second, "That, that’s all up to her. She’s in charge."

They got together last winter.

Jiang Nanshu sincerely wished them well. It was good to see that even a big fool like Xun Wu could find love, and she felt happy for them.

She coughed twice, "Treat Sister Xu Yun well. If you dare to cheat on her, I won’t let you off even as a ghost."

Xun Wu pursed his lips, "How could I dare? I’m too busy adoring her. How could I possibly cheat on her? Boss, you can rest assured. Don’t you know what kind of person I am?"

"That’s good, but it’s a pity I can’t see you guys get married," Jiang Nanshu remarked somewhat wistfully.

When she married Lu Qingyan, they had just registered the marriage without a wedding ceremony, not even wedding rings.

Originally, seeing others happy made her feel joy for them.

Xun Wu’s eyes reddened. "Wu wu wu, don’t say such things, I will marry Xu Yun tomorrow, and you’ll be able to see it."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

"Why would Sister Xu Yun date you?"

So crybaby!

She hoped not to meet such crybabies again.

She was fed up.

She wouldn’t comfort anyone who cries!

Jiang Nanshu left Port City, and her illness began to worsen.

Before that, good news came.

Zhou Yanbai went insane.

He needed a sedative every day to control his self-harming behavior.

Many scars appeared on his forehead from banging it, and he constantly muttered, "I want to go back to that world; I don’t want to stay here."

Jiang Nanshu just glanced at him, "Even if you go back, you are destined to die young."

She didn’t know which word of Jiang Nanshu had triggered him.

He crazily banged his head against the wall again.

He knocked himself out cold.

The next day, Jiang Nanshu sent him to the psychiatric hospital and instructed them to treat him "specially."

The crazier he got, the more sedatives they had to administer.

As April approached, the psychiatric hospital passed on the news that Zhou Yanbai had committed suicide.

He had hidden a sharp object in his room and slit his wrists.

In total, it hadn’t even been three months.

His endurance was really poor.

Jiang Nanshu had thought he would be able to hold on for longer, but she had overestimated him.

In the season when the grass grew and orioles flew, Jiang Nanshu confirmed with the doctor that she had at most two months to live.

She decisively handed over her company to Xun Wu, wrote a will, and arranged her assets.

She hadn’t done many good deeds in her life, so she decided to do more as she was dying.

She sponsored schools in impoverished mountain areas, provided funds to orphanages, and finally assisted children suffering from severe illnesses.

Being ill was truly painful.

Jiang Nanshu was in pain every day.

She couldn’t save herself, but she hoped those children undergoing treatment could recover and be healthy.

Then she packed her bags and began traveling everywhere.

She went to see the sea, the desert, the mountains, the aurora, and felt the wind on the grasslands.

Jiang Nanshu had seen all the beautiful scenes she had ever wanted to see, and finally, she paid a family in Linhai to cremate her after her death and scatter her ashes into the sea.

She was a person without a destination; wherever she was buried would be a problem.

Better to be an eternally free wind.

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