Chapter 8: Young Master Song, lend me five hundred thousand so I can show you my strength

Jiang Nanxi grabbed Li Chu and rushed toward the old man’s house. "Grandpa, Grandpa, when is the feast starting! I’m sitting at the kids' table!"

The old man was busy in the kitchen and sighed, "Hardly anyone came to the feast, so there aren't any kids. You two can just take a table each if you want."

Jiang Nanxi:!

Li Chu:!

Jiang Nanxi had helped the old man out, and even though not many people came to the feast, the elderly couple still prepared a table full of meat and fish to treat them.

Jiang Nanxi and Li Chu ate until they were stuffed.

After eating, Jiang Nanxi packed a bunch of leftovers into plastic bags, then walked back toward the guesthouse with Li Chu.

Li Chu let out a burp and said, "The guesthouse has a fridge. These leftovers will last us a few days, so we won't have to spend our points on food. Nanxi, you’re so witty. With you being so good at managing life, if we don't take first place, who will?"

Just as they reached the entrance of the guesthouse, they ran into Liu Qingyan and Song Shixing.

Liu Qingyan glanced at the things in their hands, his cold, handsome face remaining expressionless.

Song Shixing saw them too.

He saw several tacky red plastic bags filled with leftovers, and his eyes revealed three parts disdain, three parts shock, and four parts disgust.

Jiang Nanxi pointed at him on the spot and said, "You! What kind of look is that? Do you think having a pie chart in your eyes makes you so special?"

Song Shixing sneered, "How pathetic. You’re even packing up other people’s leftovers to eat. Are you guys so broke you can’t even survive?"

Li Chu couldn't help but say, "These aren't other people's leftovers; they're our own leftovers. What’s wrong with packing them up to eat later? You shouldn't waste food."

Song Shixing scanned Jiang Nanxi and said, "I know you guys freeloaded a meal at someone else's house, and now you're packing up a pile of food after eating. Why are you so fond of taking advantage of others? People like you are the trash of society."

Jiang Nanxi:?

Wait, even the old man and his wife didn't say anything about her packing the food, so why was this idiot looking for trouble?

Jiang Nanxi felt that Song Shixing had an inexplicable hostility toward her, but she didn't know him at all and had never interacted with him before.

A flash of inspiration hit Jiang Nanxi. She remembered his name was Song Shixing and that he was related to Song Wanwan, and she suddenly understood.

"Ah!!!"

Jiang Nanxi suddenly let out a loud scream, so shrill it pierced the eardrums, startling everyone nearby.

"How did you know I was poor? Is my poverty already impossible to hide! I’m so poor, I’m so poor! I’m so poor I can’t sleep at night, and at home, I can only drink the northwest wind! Not only do I eat leftovers, but I’m so poor I’ve even thought about listing Li Chu on Xianyu to sell her!"

Jiang Nanxi rushed over, grabbed Song Shixing’s arm, and burst into tears.

"I’m so poor, how can I be this poor? Noble, wealthy, and kind Young Master Song, could you lend me 500,000 to see if you’re the real deal!"

"Are you sick? Let go of me!"

Jiang Nanxi wiped her tears and snot all over Song Shixing. Song Shixing tried to pull her off, but he couldn't budge her.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m sick too! I’m so poor I can’t afford to eat or see a doctor, what else can I do!

I have an elderly father to support, a brain-damaged sister to provide for, and I’m full of problems myself. I work several jobs a day, and I can’t bear to eat or dress well. But what’s wrong with being poor? Do I deserve to be scolded just because I’m poor? I’ve already worked so hard to live, do you rich people just have to look down on me?"

Jiang Nanxi let out a heart-wrenching roar at Song Shixing, "Do we poor people not deserve to live! Hahahaha, then I might as well just smash my head against a rock and die!"

She headed straight for a large rock by the side of the road.

"Don't be impulsive!"

Song Shixing was terrified.

He hurriedly grabbed her, his expression full of guilt as he said, "I’m sorry, I didn't realize your family situation was so difficult. I... I didn't mean to say that. I’m sorry, I’ll lend you 500,000."

"Wuwuwu, no, no, you don't need to lend me money. We poor people are just wasting air by living; we have no value to society. You’re right, I am the trash of society!"

"That’s not what I meant. Everyone who works hard to live is worthy of respect. I had a misunderstanding about you, and I spoke without thinking in a moment of impulse."

Song Shixing took out his phone.

"I’ll transfer 500,000 to you. Consider it a friendly gift to help you get through your family’s difficulties; you don't need to pay me back. Is 500,000 enough? If not, I’ll give you a million."

"Really?"

Jiang Nanxi looked at him with teary eyes. "Are you really voluntarily gifting this to help me? You won't ask for it back later?"

"Really!"

Song Shixing said solemnly, "If you’re worried I’m playing games with you, I can write a certificate of voluntary gift."

Seeing Song Shixing nimbly transfer the million and insist on dragging Jiang Nanxi into the guesthouse to write the certificate, the director tried to stop them several times.

But he was blocked by someone.

The director looked at the elegant and cold man and couldn't help but say, "Teacher Liu, Jiang Nanxi is clearly scamming him. It won't look good if this is broadcast; we have to stop her."

Liu Qingyan spoke nonchalantly, "Jiang Nanxi got the money, and Song Shixing got something too. How can this be a scam?"

Director: "Huh? What did Song Shixing get?"

Liu Qingyan: "He got a lesson."

Director:???

Audience:????

【Ah??? Jiang Nanxi is blatantly scamming him! She’s an orphan, where would she get an elderly father and a brain-damaged sister!】

【I don't get it, why is God Yan speaking up for this lunatic Jiang Nanxi!】

【The Liu and Song families are both top-tier wealthy clans. Liu Qingyan and Song Shixing’s older brother are friends. Liu Qingyan probably didn't stop it because he wanted this naive rich kid to learn a lesson.】

【Doesn't anyone think Song Shixing has a really nasty mouth? Even the old man didn't say anything about Jiang Nanxi packing leftovers. He just came up and started scolding her for no reason; he totally deserved it.】

Inside the guesthouse.

After Song Shixing transferred the money and signed the voluntary gift certificate, he was informed that Jiang Nanxi was an orphan.

Song Shixing stared blankly at Jiang Nanxi. "You’re an orphan, where did you get a father and sister to take care of?"

Jiang Nanxi pointed at the director, "My elderly, unreasonable father." Then she pointed at Li Chu, "My naive, not-so-smart sister."

Director: I’m only middle-aged, right? Wait, who’s unreasonable? Who’s unreasonable?!

Li Chu: Huh? Am I Nanxi’s sister? I’ll ask when I get back; maybe I’m not biologically related.

The director and Li Chu were both dumbfounded.

Song Shixing was furious. "You lied to me?"

Jiang Nanxi looked surprised. "How did I lie to you? When we came to record the show, the director said the crew is one big family and we should take care of each other.

The director is old, so I respect him like a father. Li Chu is naive and not very smart, so I often scold her for being 'brain-damaged' out of frustration. I treat her like my own sister. What’s the problem with that?"

"You...!"

Song Shixing was shaking with rage. "No wonder Wanwan said you extorted five million from her before. You’re a lying fraud!"

"What?"

Jiang Nanxi looked confused. "When did I extort five million from Song Wanwan?"