To keep alive, I tempt Buddhists to lose control every day

Mrs. Yao, who was wearing a dark green cheongsam, nodded with interest.

"Flan, this is your newly adopted goddaughter, right? To be honest, she looks more like you than your biological daughter."

Mrs. Yao is older than Mrs. Jiang, but in the circle of noble ladies, the two are rare good friends.

Mrs. Yao, whose real name is Yao Yuzheng, is a Grand Slam actress who has made her mark through her own strength. She is very confident and she hates green tea girls like Jiang Mengyao the most. Just looking at her face, you can tell that she is petty.

Back then, when Jiang Mengyao was having her coming-of-age ceremony, she once said to her face, "If you are ugly, you should read more books."

She is a straightforward person and doesn't beat around the bush when she speaks.

So much so that later, whenever these ladies were having afternoon tea or doing SPA, Jiang Mengyao would always stay away from them when she saw her.

"Yu Zheng, this is my goddaughter, Jiang Yu."

Mrs. Jiang introduced them to each other.

Jiang Yu behaved with propriety, greeting them one by one with a neither humble nor arrogant attitude, leaving a good impression on them during their first meeting.

"This cheongsam looks good on you."

Yao Yuzheng rarely praised someone. "Before, I tried this custom-made set at Ruan's Cheongsam Shop, and it was bought by Fulan. I didn't expect that she gave it to you. The style and color of this cheongsam are especially suitable for your skin tone and temperament. It is simply tailor-made for you."

Mrs. Wu smiled and echoed, "She's beautiful, so she looks good in anything she wears."

"Thank you for the compliment. I think Aunt Yao looks more elegant in this cheongsam today,"

When Jiang Yu saw Mrs. Yao's figure, he thought she was very suitable for wearing cheongsam.

She has a small frame but is voluptuous, and her every move reveals the voluptuous beauty of a noble lady. Compared with the internet celebrity's aesthetic of the White Bone Demon, she is much more beautiful.

Mrs. Yao is a beauty with a strong complexion. The experience brought by the years is like a finely carved jade, which becomes more beautiful the more you look at it.

"Well, I also love this cheongsam, especially the color, the green is so pretty. But I'm getting old..."

The last sentence is very meaningful and somewhat self-deprecating.

"Don't laugh at me for wearing flowers in my white hair. Time never defeats beauty. If you have poetry and books hidden in your heart, you can pick up the beauty and become the truest."

Jiang Yu made up a few random sentences, and Mrs. Wu praised him highly.

"I didn't expect Xiaoyu to be such a talented girl, she can compose poems out of her mouth."

Jiang Yu shook his head repeatedly. "I learned this by piecing together poems from the Internet and watching short videos. It's just nonsense literature."

This made Mrs. Yao cover her mouth and laugh, "Xiao Yu, you are quite interesting."

"As long as Aunt Yao is happy."

Jiang Yu curled the corners of his mouth, and today's business compliments were over.

Using the excuse of making a phone call, she slipped out of the ward and planned to go downstairs to get some fresh air.

As soon as she arrived at the lobby on the first floor, she saw Jiang Mengyao and Jiang Shizhe walking towards her.

"Sister, why are you here?"

Jiang Mengyao was holding a thermos bucket in her hand, and was obviously here to deliver breakfast to Mrs. Jiang.

Look at the time, it's already past ten o'clock.

If you come later, you can eat it directly as lunch.

Jiang Yu said with a cold expression, "I came to see godmother. Since you are here, I will leave first."

"Sister, go and do your work. I will take good care of mom."

Jiang Mengyao waved at Jiang Yu, signaling her to leave quickly.

Seeing her about to leave, Jiang Shizhe quickly called out to her, "Xiaoyu, when are you free? The old man wants you to visit the Jiang Group."

What a coincidence, isn't it?

Jiang Yu was just worrying about how to contact Mr. Jiang and ask him to give up the Jinxi City project. But he had already arranged it.

"I'm free now." Jiang Yu didn't want to drag things out.

The sooner this matter is resolved, the better.

"But..." Jiang Shizhe looked at Jiang Mengyao hesitantly.

Jiang Mengyao walked over and hugged him, "Don't worry, Dad. I can go up by myself, you don't need to accompany me."

"Well, talk to your mother nicely. She is kind-hearted. If you say a few nice words to her, she will forgive you." Jiang Shizhe touched her head, "Come on! My Yaoyao is the best."

"Thank you, Dad." Jiang Mengyao winked at Jiang Shizhe in a cute way.

hiss--

The acting spirit is on again!

Jiang Yu rubbed his arms and felt goose bumps all over the floor.

So, the troops were divided into two groups.

Jiang Yu and Jiang Shizhe went to Jiang Group.

Jiang Mengyao carried the thermos bucket and walked towards the inpatient department.

VIP ward on the 6th floor.

Jiang Mengyao was about to push the door open when she suddenly heard a female voice coming from inside.

"Flan, why don't you just do a paternity test?"

Jiang Mengyao held the thermos tightly in her hands, stood still, suppressed her inner panic, and listened quietly to the conversation inside.

"Yu Zheng, Yaoyao is the daughter of Shizhe and me after all. Even if you don't like her, don't scold her all the time. Every time she sees you, she's like a mouse seeing a cat." Mrs. Jiang couldn't help but sigh.

Although Jiang Mengyao's change on the day she attempted suicide was a little hard for her to accept.

However, she was also reflecting on herself: Was she really too strict with Jiang Mengyao?

"Flan, tell me, this is my first day meeting Jiang Yu. I like her personality and temperament. You know the magnetic field between people? Jiang Mengyao doesn't look like you, and her blood type is different. Have you never doubted it?"

Yao Yuzheng was a little impatient and urged Mrs. Jiang to act quickly.

Mrs. Wu has no opinion of her own, she is a fence-sitter, she will listen to whoever is more powerful. She echoed, "Anyway, doing a paternity test won't cost you anything, on the contrary it can help resolve the doubts in your heart. It's good."

Mrs. Jiang had had doubts before.

But she didn't want to hurt Jiang Mengyao's heart.

She raised the child for 20 years. If he was not her biological child, then where was her biological daughter?

dong dong dong-

Jiang Mengyao knocked on the door and came in. She lowered her head and called out to them obediently, "Aunt Yao, Aunt Wu, hello."

She placed the thermos on the bedside table and carefully opened the lid. "Mom, I asked the kitchen to cook some red date porridge to replenish your blood. I'll serve you a bowl to try."

"At this time, is it breakfast or lunch?"

Yao Yuzheng crossed her arms, looking like she was enjoying a good show. "If you want to show off, you should get up earlier. Jiang Yu came early. If she had waited for you, your mother would have starved to death."

"I know Aunt Yao doesn't like me. But I have hypoglycemia and I can't get up in the morning. I didn't even have breakfast and rushed to the hospital."

Jiang Mengyao's eyes were red as she looked at Madam Jiang pitifully. "Mom, you also think I'm not worthy of being your daughter, right? This time, I hurt you, you must hate me very much, right?"

In fact, it was not just the accident that day, but the little things in life over the past 20 years, which gave rise to more and more conflicts in the details.

These contradictions just broke out on that day.

Mrs. Jiang sighed heavily.

"Yao Yao..."