coobybook Chapter 102 Heir, I Want to Compete Too!
Chapter 102 Heir, I Want to Compete Too!
Grandpa Song was initially very angry, but he couldn't hold back when he heard "sooner or later".
I laughed in exasperation.
"Then tell me, what should we do to prevent the Song family from collapsing?"
Song Nanxi smiled and said, "Don't you think I'm much smarter than Song Mo?"
She can do what Song Mo can't.
She can do even better than Song Mo could.
The Qing Dynasty is over, and women can now sit at the table.
Therefore, Song Nanxi also wanted to compete for the title of heir.
Although she could create her own wealthy family, but—
With the foundation already laid out, why should Song Nanxi go through the trouble of starting from scratch?
She's a rather gloomy person; she enjoys making those she dislikes lose everything.
Old Master Song fell silent.
He abandoned his usual playful demeanor and gazed intently at his graceful granddaughter before him.
This granddaughter suffered a lot in ways he didn't know, growing up alone without the love of relatives or the elite education of a wealthy family.
But he had to admit that his granddaughter was still growing up to be very outstanding.
Grandpa Song did not think that having ambition was a bad thing.
On the contrary, seeing Song Nanxi showing such a rare expression made him feel both curious and gratified.
"If you want to work for the Song family, what will you do with the other job?"
Song Nanxi knew that Old Master Song wouldn't be wary of her because of this.
She smiled gently, "Grandpa, shall we talk?"
……
As I emerged from the study, night had already fallen.
Butler Bai said, "Miss Nanxi, Aunt Liu has made you some bird's nest soup."
"Okay, I'll go down now."
Butler Bai entered the study and, unusually, saw the old man with a solemn expression.
He asked in surprise, "What happened? Did you encounter some trouble?"
It should be noted that since Mr. Song decided to retire, he has been cultivating his mind and character every day and rarely inquires about his children's trivial matters.
Could it be Miss Nanxi?
Upon hearing this, Old Master Song shook his head and chuckled.
He exclaimed, "Old Bai, my granddaughter... she's truly remarkable!"
His expression was complicated.
I don't know whether to feel fortunate or regretful.
The children raised by Song Hai and his wife greatly disappointed Old Master Song.
However, upon further reflection, he wondered: if his granddaughter had been carefully nurtured when she was young, what achievements would she have made by now?
These ideas went through my mind, but ultimately none of them provided a solution.
Butler Bai had no idea what they were talking about.
However, he strongly agreed with what Grandpa Song said.
"Miss Nanxi is indeed outstanding. Her medical skills alone are enough to impress everyone!"
Butler Bai advised, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Don't worry, I think Miss Nanxi will definitely not disappoint you."
An outsider's perspective is often clearer; a single sentence can dispel the fog and reveal the moon's brightness.
Grandpa Song suddenly smiled.
"You're right! I believe this girl!"
……
Shortly after dinner, the family's maid brought Jiang Mu in.
Qi Yu was peeling lychees for Song Nanxi, her hands never stopping, when she looked up towards the door.
Their eyes met, and there was a brief exchange.
Then, as if by unspoken agreement, they each looked away.
Song Nanxi opened her mouth and took a lychee, glancing at Jiang Muye.
"How did you come."
Jiang Mu also said, "It's raining outside. My grandmother has a chronic rheumatism problem, and I came to ask if you have any way to alleviate her symptoms."
"It's raining?"
Song Nanxi then noticed the faint sound of rain pattering outside.
She stood up. "I'll go with you to take a look."
She still had a lychee pit in her mouth, looked around, and suddenly a tissue was handed to her lips.
It is Qi Yu.
Song Nanxi spat the kernel directly onto the paper.
"Why didn't you say so earlier? If you had known in advance, I could have prepared some ointment for her to apply."
She asked Qi Yu to help her go back to her room to get the silver needles, and the two waited at the door.
Jiang Mu also opened his umbrella, and upon hearing this, chuckled ambiguously.
"You're a very busy person; I'd probably need to make an appointment to see you."
His voice was deep and hoarse, mixed with the sound of rain, carrying an air of lazy roguishness.
"Stop being sarcastic and speak like a normal person."
Song Nanxi crossed her arms, refusing to indulge him.
Jiang Mu also smirked, "Your WeChat account got hacked?"
“That’s ridiculous,” Song Nanxi rolled her eyes at him.
Jiang Muye: "It would be better if my account were hacked, at least the scammers would know to reply to messages."
Song Nanxi: "..."
Is Jiang Mu subtly implying that she isn't replying to his messages?
Song Nanxi chuckled, "That's because you weren't sincere. Remember to send a red envelope next time, and I guarantee I'll see it immediately."
Otherwise, with so many messages sent to her every day, she would be exhausted from replying to each one.
Seeing her carefree and unrepentant attitude, Jiang Mu puffed out his cheeks, his teeth itching with rage.
Out of the corner of their eye, they noticed a slender figure walking towards them.
Jiang Mu's eyes darkened slightly as he urged Song Nanxi on.
"The silver needles are here, let's go."
He lifted the edge of the umbrella, gesturing for Song Nanxi to come over quickly.
Song Nanxi sized up his umbrella, finding it large enough to free her hands, and walked straight over.
When Qi Yu arrived, she saw the two of them walk into the rain.
Song Nanxi's voice was not very clear in the rain, "Qi Yu, come quickly."
Butler Bai clicked his tongue in admiration and discreetly handed Qi Yu a large umbrella.
He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Young man, you need to take the initiative!"
Qi Yu silently opened the umbrella and strode after the two.
……
The Jiang family's old house is right next door, but it's still a bit of a walk away.
When I arrived, my pants were all wet.
Mr. Jiang is a refined and scholarly old man, more like a university professor than a businessman.
His wife, Old Mrs. Zhuang, on the other hand, dedicated her entire life to teaching and educating people.
After greeting Grandpa Jiang, Jiang Mu took Song Nanxi to the old lady's room.
Before I even entered, I could hear people cursing and swearing inside.
"Ouch! It hurts like hell! I might as well just saw this leg off!"
"puff--"
The old lady is kind of cute.
Jiang Mu's lips twitched slightly. He knocked on the door and said to the person inside, "Grandma, I'm coming in."
He whispered to Song Nanxi, "My grandmother is from Sichuan Province."
Song Nanxi suddenly realized, "Oh, so she's a hot girl."
No wonder.
"Little one, who are you talking to? Come in, come in!"
Jiang Mu also pushed the door open.
Grandma Zhuang peeked out and exclaimed, "Wow! What a beautiful young girl!"
"cough……"
Jiang Mu was also helpless, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Grandma, speak Mandarin."
Grandma Zhuang glared at him and snorted, "I'm so old, do I not even have the freedom to speak my hometown dialect anymore?"
Jiang Mu also chose to keep quiet.
Song Nanxi chuckled and waved in greeting.
"Hello, Grandma, I'm the doctor Jiang Muye invited."
Grandma Zhuang looked at Jiang Muye, then at Song Nanxi, and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
They're a perfect match! They're such a perfect match!
She praised, "My dear child, you found a great doctor. As soon as I saw her, the medicine cured me instantly!"
Jiang Mu was also caught off guard and found it amusing.
"I hired someone to give you acupuncture, and you're already better before the treatment even started?"
"Huh?" Grandma Zhuang was shocked and distressed: "This isn't your girlfriend?!"
Jiang Mu was also taken aback and quickly looked at Song Nanxi.