I May Be Dumb, But Not an Idiot
Chapter 32: bad plan (right before everything goes wrong)
Night.
Cold.
Silent.
Jiang Nanshu stood in the shadows.
Still.
Waiting.
Her expression was no longer fake.
No soft smiles.
No polite voice.
Only anger.
Sharp.
Clear.
"…She embarrassed me," she said quietly.
Beside her—
An old man stood with his hands behind his back.
Calm.
Patient.
Like someone who had seen too many bad decisions and still chose to help anyway.
"…Then remove her," he replied.
Jiang Nanshu shook her head slowly.
"…No."
Pause.
"…I don't want her gone."
Her eyes darkened.
"…I want her ruined."
Silence stretched.
The old man studied her for a moment.
Then—
From his sleeve—
He took out something small.
An incense stick.
Thin.
Dark.
Strange.
It didn't look normal.
Didn't feel normal.
"…This will weaken her," he said.
Jiang Nanshu's gaze locked onto it.
"…How."
"…It will affect her body and mind," he replied calmly.
Pause.
"…After that—she won't be able to resist much."
Silence.
Then—
A slow smile formed on Jiang Nanshu's face.
"…Good."
She turned away.
"…I'll place it in her room tonight."
Pause.
"…You enter after."
The old man hesitated.
Just slightly.
"…This is risky."
Jiang Nanshu didn't even look back.
"…Just one night," she said coldly.
Pause.
"…I'll take care of the rest."
Silence.
"…Understood."
Later That Night
The house was quiet.
Unusually quiet.
No shouting.
No Sterling complaining about life.
No random chaos.
Even the cat was silent.
Zian Hausi stood outside her room.
Still.
Her hand rested on the door.
Something is wrong.
Pause.
The air feels… off.
Not loud.
Not obvious.
But wrong.
She opened the door.
Stepped inside.
Stopped.
Her eyes shifted slowly across the room.
There.
A faint line of smoke curled upward.
Thin.
Barely visible.
Incense.
Zian walked closer.
Calm.
Too calm.
Each step slow.
Measured.
Trap confirmed.
Pause.
Timing: late.
Her fingers brushed the edge of the table.
The scent reached her fully now.
Warm.
Heavy.
Wrong.
Her vision blurred slightly.
"…Annoying," she muttered.
She tried to focus.
Identify. Remove. Neutralize.
Simple steps.
But—
Her body didn't respond properly.
Heat spread through her.
Fast.
Too fast.
"…Why is it so hot…"
Her breathing shifted.
Uneven.
Her hand pressed harder against the table.
Control decreasing.
She tried to step back—
Paused.
Her legs didn't listen.
Movement inefficient.
"…Tch."
Her mind stayed sharp.
But her body—
Was not cooperating.
Outside the Room
A shadow moved.
Slow.
Careful.
The old man approached the door.
Each step quiet.
Controlled.
His hand reached forward—
Almost touching the door—
"THUD."
A sudden force.
A kick.
Hard.
The old man flew back.
Hit the wall.
Fell.
"…Wrong place," a cold voice said.
Fiang Sheng stood there.
Eyes sharp.
Dangerous.
No hesitation.
No patience.
"…Leave."
The old man didn't argue.
Didn't even try.
He stood up quickly—
And ran.
Gone.
Fiang Sheng didn't chase.
Because—
He felt it.
Something wrong.
From inside the room.
The air.
The presence.
He turned.
Opened the door.
Stepped inside.
Inside
Zian stood near the table.
Unsteady.
Not her usual self.
Not calm.
Not controlled.
Different.
"…You," she said softly.
Fiang Sheng frowned.
"…What happened."
Zian blinked slowly.
"…Hot."
Pause.
"…Everything is hot."
Her voice wasn't weak.
Just—
Not normal.
Fiang Sheng's gaze moved.
The incense.
The faint smoke.
The air itself.
Trap.
"…Jiang Nanshu," he muttered.
Zian stepped forward.
Slow.
Unbalanced.
"…You came."
"…Yes."
She moved closer again.
Closer.
Too close.
Her movements weren't precise anymore.
Not calculated.
Just—
Instinct.
"…Then stay."
Silence.
The room felt smaller.
Heavier.
Zian's hand lightly caught his sleeve.
Not strong.
Just enough.
To stop him from stepping away.
Her eyes met his.
Unfocused.
But still—
Clear enough to show one thing.
Trust.
"…Stay," she repeated softly.
Silence.
And that—
Was where everything began to go wrong.
"You forced me into this"
By saying that he kissed her making her unable to move
they moved place to bed.
Fiang sheng he pulled the blanket
Covered them with or