I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 169 Bad Guys
Sang Nanshan took the bowl of water somewhat stiffly and said thank you in a low voice.

Jiang Anning chuckled and said, "You're welcome." Then he said, "The dishes I made today are very oily and spicy. If you have been hungry for a long time, I'm afraid they are not suitable for you to eat."

Sang Nanshan wanted to say anxiously that he didn't mind.

"Besides, I just ate, so there isn't much left."

"If you don't mind, how about I make you a bowl of dumpling soup? It can fill your stomach and warm it up. It's better than eating oily and spicy dishes directly."

Jiang Anning spoke softly, making Sang Nanshan even more embarrassed: "No, I don't mind... No, no, no, if it's too much trouble, I, I can eat anything."

They have already fallen to the point of begging for food, so how can they complain about the food being rotten?

"No trouble."

Jiang Anning said softly, "It's just a matter of boiling the water and kneading the dough. It's not that difficult."

"As long as you don't mind the simple food being too crude, it's fine."

"I don't mind it!"

Sang Nanshan's ears turned slightly red, and he would steal a glance at Jiang Anning from time to time.

He couldn't help but wonder, could this girl really be Aunt Jingwan's daughter?
What kind of person is Aunt Jingwan?
The elders in the clan all said that Aunt Jingwan was extremely rebellious and a disgrace to the family.

But he always felt that this was not true enough.

If Aunt Jingwan is really the sinner of the family and brings shame to the family as they say, then why do they describe her as the hope to save the family from decline and the savior to prevent disasters from happening?

It's too contradictory.

Not to mention...if Aunt Jingwan was really the most rebellious person as the elders said, then how could her daughter be so gentle and soft as water, and unnaturally gentle.

Sang Nanshan's gaze always stayed on Jiang Anning.

Although he was said to be peeking, he was actually distracted and did not try to hide it at all.

Looking through the kitchen window frame at the person who had a hazy beauty hidden under the white mist, Sang Nanshan became more and more curious about Jiang Anning.

People in this village all said that she was ungrateful, treacherous, and cruel, stabbing her fiancé's family in the back and causing harm.

But in his opinion, those people are the real ungrateful people.

When Jiang Anning was boiling water and kneading noodles, Sang Nanshan just stared at her without blinking.

What kind of woman is she?

"What are you thinking about?"

When Jiang Anning came over with the dumpling soup, she saw this man staring at the kitchen in a daze.

She freed one hand and waved it in front of people's eyes.

Sang Nanshan suddenly came to his senses and his handsome face turned red.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

Being caught peeking at a girl is so embarrassing.

That's too rude.

Jiang Anning was somewhat surprised by the man's innocence. She smiled and said nothing, then handed over the dumpling soup in her hand.

"I didn't live here before, and I don't have much food at home, so I made it simple. You can just make do with it for now."

As he spoke, Sang Nanshan's gaze fell on the bowl of noodle soup with rich aroma and oil, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

A simple bowl of dumpling soup is carefully topped with two blanched green vegetables and a double-yolk egg.

This was the best meal he had had since he left home in anger.

"Thank you!"

While Sang Nanshan was gulping down the dumpling soup, he wiped his eyes, swallowed back his tears, and said thank you in a mosquito-like voice.

Jiang Anning gently advised him to eat slowly, saying that eating too fast was bad for his stomach.

Sang Nanshan responded with "hmm-hmm" sounds while slurping the dumpling soup into his mouth.

He is really hungry.

So much so that even a bowl of dumpling soup with just a little bit of animal oil and soy sauce seasoned on it seemed like a delicacy.

Jiang Anning was afraid that he would eat too much at once and get sick from eating too much, so she didn't make too much.

Sang Nanshan slurped it up for a while, and the big bowl of dumpling soup was finished.

He touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly, and while Jiang An Ning wasn't paying attention, he quickly licked the bottom of the bowl, licking away all the residue, leaving not a single bit behind.

Clang.

There was a sudden noise at the door.

When they both looked over, they saw that the door, which was originally ajar, was swaying back and forth without wind.

Although Sang Nanshan did not see the person behind the door, his intuition told him that the person hiding at the door and peeping at them was most likely his brother.

"You've already eaten, so I won't keep you here any longer."

Jiang Anning withdrew his gaze, took the empty bowl that looked clean from the person's hand, and unceremoniously asked the person to leave.

Sang Nanshan suddenly felt a little scared.

He didn't want to go back and face his brother's questioning. After some hesitation, he boldly called out to Jiang An Ning, "Can I ask you something?"

Click.

There was another sudden noise at the door. This time, it was probably someone stepping on some dry branch or something.

Sang Nanshan and Jiang Anning, in perfect tacit understanding, just glanced at each other casually and then looked away.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Anning asked with a faint smile, and her eyes glanced at the door casually.

It was really interesting that she could actually hear the breathing of the person at the door clearly. He was nervous and panicked at the moment, and she almost held her heart in her arms and dared not relax.

Sang Nanshan pursed his lips and said, "I understand that what you said before... you wanted us to help you and cooperate with your plan. Is that what you want to do?"

His brother said that the woman in front of him was very scheming and it must be not a good thing.

If he stayed here, he would probably get involved in trouble, endangering himself and even his family.

Sang Nanshan pursed his lips, his eyes fell on Jiang Anning, and he inexplicably felt a little more trust in her.

He did not agree with the unorthodox ideas his brother said.

The woman in front of him clearly didn't look like a bad person, and was completely different from the people in this village.

"Of course..." Jiang Anning paused, and smiled more intensely. Under Sang Nanshan's expectant gaze, he slowly and lightly uttered a few words: "Doing bad things!"

Sang Nanshan just felt that something seemed to have suddenly shattered at that moment.

"Do, do something bad?"

Jiang Anning smiled as she looked at his face full of disbelief, her eyes glancing towards the door intentionally or unintentionally.

The people hiding outside were obviously relieved.

It was as if hearing Jiang Anning say "I want to do bad things" with my own ears had successfully proved something, and the matter that had been hanging in my mind suddenly fell to the ground.

"Yes!"

Jiang Anning looked at him jokingly: "Do you think I'm a good person?"

of course!

Sang Nanshan answered affirmatively in his heart without even thinking about it.

However, when these words came to his lips, his eyes met Jiang Anning's slightly rogue smile, and he suddenly became less confident.

Could it be that his brother was right?
This woman just looks gentle and kind, like a delicate little white flower.

In fact, secretly, he has a vicious mind, like a colorful venomous snake.

Did he make a mistake?
Sang Nanshan began to doubt himself. He struggled and hesitated. After thinking about it over and over again, he finally decided to follow his heart: "Yes, I just don't think you are a bad person."

He pursed his lips lightly: "Perhaps, you have some unavoidable difficulties?"

After thinking about it, he could only think of this possibility.

"Why do I have to have such a hard time?"

Jiang Anning smiled even more, thinking of teasing him: "Can't I be a bad person who is not what I seem to be?"

"Bad people don't keep saying they are bad people."

Sang Nanshan suddenly became more determined: "People always emphasize something repeatedly when they can't get it or do it."

How can a bad person keep saying that he is a bad person?

I'm afraid they will only think that they are great good people, extremely good people.

Just like the patriarch of this village, he talks about benevolence, righteousness, and morality all the time, and claims that he is doing this good and that good, but in fact, he wants all the benefits to go into his pocket.

Jiang Anning looked at the man for a long while, and as if he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Sang Nanshan felt like he was being laughed at, and said in dissatisfaction: "What are you laughing at! Am I wrong?"

"Yes, and also wrong."

Jiang Anning's smile became slightly restrained, but there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"I really just want to use you to do bad things."

She was very frank and open, stating her true purpose without hiding anything.

But she didn't say what bad things she was going to do.

"So, have you considered whether to accept my proposal?"

Jiang Anning got to the point in a simple and straightforward manner, which really caught Sang Nanshan off guard.

"I……"

Before Sang Nanshan could make adequate preparations, Sang Donghai, who was hiding behind the gate of Jiang Anning's house, could not stand it any longer and pushed the door open angrily, "You evil woman, don't even think about tricking my brother into colluding with you!"

Sang Donghai glared at people angrily, as if he was treating Jiang Anning as an old witch who abducted good boys.

"elder brother?"

Sang Nanshan frowned, then stood on Jiang Anning's side and glared at Sang Donghai: "I don't allow you to say that about her!"

Sang Donghai couldn't believe his ears.

"What did you say?"

This bastard has been out for a few days. Could it be that he was drugged by this witch?
Why are you so confused?
He can't even tell who is good to him and who is bad to him!

"I said, I won't let you speak such vicious words to her."

Sang Nanshan's voice was firm.

Sang Donghai was furious: "Have you been bewitched by this witch? Are you familiar with her? Why are you speaking to her in such a way?"

"I am your brother, your relative, a brother with broken bones and tendons. How could I harm you?"

Sang Nanshan pursed his lips and was silent for a moment: "You won't hurt me, but she didn't do anything wrong."

"Why do you have to make malicious assumptions about her?"