The fake daughter was not exposed today

Her knowledge of this old lady Cui Ningyu was limited to the descriptions in the gossip tabloids.

It is said that Mrs. Cui had a relationship with Mr. Jing when she was young. Later, Mrs. Cui went abroad and Mr. Jing married his current wife.

After returning to China, Old Lady Cui relied on the uncle of the Jing family that she was pregnant with and forced her way into the Jing family. Later, she became more powerful because of her son, and the Jing family became the current situation with two Empress Dowagers coexisting.

No matter what, this is a resourceful woman. If he came after her, he must have bad intentions.

"Miss Jiang, don't be so reserved. Our old lady has a very kind personality." The assistant comforted her softly.

What they needed was a face similar to Jiang Fu's, and naturally they hoped that this face would maintain the most relaxed posture.

"really?"

She doesn't believe it.

Just in case, she turned on the recording on her phone.

In the Jiang family's car.

"Chengcai, I remember you were working in another province? Why are you back? Where is Uncle Li?" Jing Yilan looked at the driver.

"My dad recently had surgery, and I just resigned from my previous company, so I came here to fill in for him." Li Chengcai touched his nose. "It's true how quickly things change. When I came back from college, the Jiang family had completely changed."

He didn't want to be too blunt and just stopped at the point.

Jiang Yiran silently moved his eyes away, but his gaze met Jing Yilan's.

"you……"

"You've become silent, Jiang Yiran." Jing Yilan stared into her eyes. "If it were before, you would probably think I was deliberately caring about others."

"I'm not that bored."

"Really?" Jing Yilan didn't say anything else.

She could hear that Jiang Yiran's music was slowly collapsing, sliding from order to chaos.

Jiang Yiran turned his head, but still saw Jing Yilan's quiet profile through the car window.

After looking at it carefully, I realized that she had really changed a lot.

The restless and flattering child she saw from afar when she was young, the docile and temperless lady from a wealthy family, Jing Yilan now looked like a lush kapok tree with branches full of bright red flowers.

She had become too good, too dazzling, too tough. She somewhat missed the old Jing Yilan, at least that kind of weakness and gentleness gave her some reason to hate her.

She felt that she had been left far behind by Jing Yilan without realizing it, and her heart felt empty.

The place has arrived.

The two followed the waiter to Jiang Jiading's room, where an old lady who looked somewhat frail was looking at them lovingly.

"This is the first time we meet. According to seniority, you should call me grandma." Old Lady Jing looked at Jing Yilan and introduced herself.

"Grandma." Jing Yilan walked over.

When she was a child, she heard her parents say that her father chose to sever ties with the family because her grandfather asked her father to give up his business career and opposed the two of them being together.

My father didn't say anything about grandma.

Madam Jiang glanced at the grandfather and grandson, then looked at the person who was ignored, "Yiran, come and sit down."

Jiang Yiran walked to the position and stared at Jing Yilan and her granddaughter without saying a word.

"I heard that you were in the city when the Nosti riot broke out. Were you injured?" Old Madam Jiang asked with concern.

"I'm fine. I found a place to hide a long time ago." She answered casually, but her mind was somewhere else.

She was fine, but overnight, the gap between her and Jing Yilan had completely widened.

Thinking of what Richard said before his death, she felt even more upset.

"Eat something and don't think about anything." Old Madam Jiang picked up some dishes for her.

"I don't want to eat." She didn't move her chopsticks.

Madam Jiang smiled and said, "If you're in a bad mood, just go out for a walk."

She had basically figured out her granddaughter's temper, and as long as she didn't violate any principles, she could just go along with her.

Jiang Yiran got up and went out for a walk.

Unfortunately, as soon as she went out, she saw a familiar face.

Jiang Fu also noticed her, but just glanced at her quickly and then followed his assistant to another room.

Cui Ningyu's appearance is different from what most people imagine a lover in a high position to be. She looks like a lady from a scholarly family. In her old age, she leisurely drinks tea and maintains her health, living a peaceful life.

"Miss Jiang, if I didn't know you weren't related to our family by blood, I would have thought Xisheng had given birth to twins." She beckoned her to sit over. "But this is fate, so why don't we talk while we eat?"

"No need, just tell me what you want to say, old lady." Jiang Fu glanced at the dishes on the table.

Basically, these dishes are safe to order, they are not spicy or pungent, and are perfect for a good chat.

"I've read Miss Jiang's information. Both her parents are dead, and she lives with an old friend of her parents. She's a poor child." As Mrs. Cui spoke, her eyes softened.

Jiang Fu stared at her face, with a vague guess in his mind.

"Have you ever thought that you are actually a child of the Jing family? It's just that you are unfortunately stranded outside." She handed her a script.

Jiang Fu glanced at the script and put it down.

Sure enough, the Queen Mother of the Jing family was targeting her face.

She and Jing Yilan were both in Nosti, and they happened to look exactly the same. If she said that the girl with the lantern in the photo was her, someone would definitely believe it.

As long as she reveals her background according to the script at this time, and the Jing family comes forward to recognize her, this wave of popularity will be enough to benefit both sides.

"I refuse," she said calmly, handing the script back to her.

She has no interest in backstabbing her friends.

"You are a good child. You have been taught so well by the school that you have no idea what you are rejecting." There was a hint of sarcasm in Mrs. Cui's eyes.

"Have I lost anything?"

"School teaches you benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness, but they never tell you that your efforts are no match for the accumulated wisdom of several generations of a family. What's wrong with being a daughter of the Jing family? You can have whatever you want, and you can save yourself several years of hard work."

Her voice was calm and powerful, yet strangely alluring.

Go to the lighted office buildings in Yancheng at night and ask, who would still work hard when they can be the daughter of a wealthy family and be pampered by others?

As for face and backbone, they are things that cannot be eaten, and are only believed by children.

Jiang Fu stared into her eyes expressionlessly, "Will you agree if I ask you to die?"

"Is this why we can't reach an agreement?"

"There's nothing to talk about, right? We don't even have the same ideas." Jiang Fu looked at her.

The woman's face showed no sign of anger, and she remained calm and composed. "Miss Jiang, it doesn't seem right for you to leave like this. You should stay for a while."

Jiang Fu pushed open the door and looked at the bodyguards outside.

Are you trying to force her to stay?

She rubbed her wrist and prepared to attack.

There was a hint of contempt in Cui Ningyu's eyes.

The salaries of these bodyguards are not a small amount, and their strength is naturally commensurate with their salaries. It is impossible for a delicate and tender girl to break out.

"Fufu? Why are you here?"

A voice interrupted Jiang Fu's action.