The fake daughter was not exposed today

Shen Shuran and Shen Ji, a brother and sister, have a delicate relationship.

"I'm back." Shan Mingxue walked back and put her hand on Ling Mujiang's shoulder with a smile.

Ling Mujiang quickly suppressed the disgust in his eyes and walked towards the gallery with a few people. "I remember you painted a new painting recently. Why don't you let us see it?"

"Let's go." Shan Mingxue took the three of them to see his new work.

"With Mingxue's painting skills, this model will surely become famous again," Ling Mujiang chatted casually. "I heard that one of Mingxue's paintings once made the model a wealthy wife. I wonder if this model will be so lucky."

He glanced at the Shen siblings beside him.

The gentle boy silently held his sister's hand tightly, and Shen Shuran gently patted the back of his hand.

Ignoring the slightly ambiguous and intimate actions of the two, Ling Mujiang quietly stood beside Shan Mingxue, acting like a perfect fiancé.

Away from the crowd, Ji Xueqing breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't have to worry about finding an investor for the time being, so she relaxed a little.

"You are Miss Jing, right?" A well-mannered young man walked up to her with curiosity on his face.

"Miss Jing? Who?" Ji Xueqing looked at him puzzledly.

Before she could deny it, the man had already hugged her impatiently.

"Miss Jing, don't be too nervous. We are relatives after all."

His aunt had told him that Miss Jing, the talented and wealthy girl of the Jing family, was wearing a shell-white dress today. He recognized it as soon as he saw it from a distance.

The power gap between men and women was too big, Ji Xueqing couldn't struggle and just kneed him directly.

Under the fatal blow, the man let go in pain and felt angry.

"How can you be so uneducated, girl?"

"That's better than you, a scum who molests girls as soon as you meet them!" Ji Xueqing tidied her hair and ran away.

Unexpectedly, she didn't look at the direction, ran too fast, and bumped into someone on the road.

"Little sister, don't you look at the road when you walk?" Jing Bailu looked at the hem of her skirt that was torn by her push.

She finally picked out a skirt she liked to visit the exhibition, but within half an hour of entering the venue, the skirt was ruined.

"Sorry, I ran into a psychopath over there and didn't look where I was going when I ran away." Ji Xueqing sighed inwardly at her bad luck and asked tentatively, "Um, sister, how much is your skirt?"

"Don't you notice that we are dressed exactly the same?" Jing Bailu looked at her outfit.

At this moment, for the first time, she didn't feel embarrassed to wear the same clothes as others when going out.

Fortunately, the price of the skirt was affordable, so she could just use her pocket money to compensate for it. Ji Xueqing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's talk about compensation later. I'm curious about something. This is a regular venue, where did this lunatic come from?" Jing Bailu was puzzled.

This is an exchange meeting organized by several institutions in the art circle and some art families. It has complete security, so how could a madman get out?

"There was a man who called me Miss Jin or Miss Yin as soon as he saw me. He rushed over and hugged me. I was scared to death."

After listening to her for a while, Jing Bailu finally understood the situation. "So it seems you helped me block a move."

Ji Xueqing was confused by her sudden words, "Huh?"

"I am the Miss Jing he is looking for."

Sitting at the bar for rest, Ji Xueqing leaned on the table and suddenly couldn't recover.

She suddenly met a big boss who runs a company?

"Have some brown sugar cake tea, a friend of mine invented it."

Ji Xueqing stared at the drink cup in his hand, which was made to look like a birthday cake, and doubted whether it was drinkable.

This, like the whole family of milk tea condiments, should be considered a sweet porridge rather than a beverage.

"Ms. Jing, that man..."

"I asked my contact to deal with it, but it probably won't be of any use." Jing Bailu thought for a moment.

Most people will probably be saved by the old woman, but now that the enemy has been alerted, she has become wary, and it will be difficult for the old woman to succeed.

"Xueqing, where are you?" Ji Qunqing called.

He had to persuade Jiang Yiran to give her a chance to show herself.

He didn't know where Ji Xueqing had run off to. If he provoked someone he couldn't afford to offend and he couldn't handle it, then he would be in trouble.

Ji Xueqing didn't want to see him, so she said helplessly, "Brother, this way at the bar."

Ji Qunqing came over quickly, and Jiang Yiran also came with him.

The girl walked behind with her hands in her pockets, as if she was strolling in the garden.

"Mr. Jing, it's the first time we meet."

Jiang Yiran's gaze passed Ji Xueqing and fell on Jing Bailu.

She had heard of the name of Mr. Jing a long time ago. He left his wealthy family to start his own business. Now he owns a large company and works as its CEO leisurely.

She admires such women very much.

"Hello." Jing Bailu responded casually.

Although it was their first meeting, she had heard too much about Jiang Yiran's deeds before and had no favorable impression of him at all.

"How do you know Mr. Jing?" Ji Qunqing was a little confused.

Jing Bailu answered instead, "It's a coincidence, it's also fate."

"I heard that Mr. Jing is interested in the Nanwan project recently. I wonder if this is our destiny."

After Jiang Yiran said this, the smile on Jing Bailu's face gradually stiffened.

She was interested in this project, but Dan Zhe asked her to be cautious, so she went there to investigate in person, and something went wrong during this investigation.

The project over there is a complete pit.

She acted concerned, but she just wanted to lure the old woman over to be a scapegoat, but she didn't expect it to be misunderstood.

"Ms. Jiang, why do you think I will definitely invest in this project? After all, there are many cases of people regretting their investment at the last minute." Jing Bailu didn't want to implicate the innocent, so she reminded her tactfully.

Jiang Yiran could imagine her refusing, "What do you mean?"

"I'm not trying to give you face, it's just that your excuse for getting close to me is too lame." Jing Bailu skipped the topic and handed him a drink. "Want a drink? I learned this from a friend."

Jiang Yiran didn't know what to do with this strange drink in front of him that only had a beautiful appearance, so he could only put it aside.

While they were talking here, Ji Qunqing also chatted with his sister, "Sister, Miss Jiang has agreed to invest in your design. When the time comes to make it..."

Knowing that she and Jiang Yiran didn't get along, Jing Bailu also noticed the conversation between the brother and sister.

"Xueqing, did you bring your own design drawings?" She was a little interested.

Ji Xueqing handed over his design draft.

"The drawing is a bit childish and not suitable for actual operation. You can refer to the actual design drawings and make modifications later." Jing Bailu turned two pages.

"Are you very knowledgeable about this?" Jiang Yiran asked curiously. "I also think her design is somewhat flawed and too childish."

"It seems we have nothing in common." Jing Bailu looked at her slowly.

They looked at the same painting, but their experiences were different.