The fake daughter was not exposed today

laboratory.

"Enter these data." Ling Tianhe handed a document to Jiang Yiran.

Jiang Yiran looked at the data in his hand and turned to go to the computer.

Unlike her grandfather, Ling Tianhe treated her like an ordinary subordinate, ordering her around, asking her to do endless chores, and even adding a sentence: "Learn the basic work first to familiarize yourself with it."

The flavor is full.

She looked at the data on the computer, her face full of annoyance.

Although these were all biological data from mice, Jiang Yiran still felt that the curve that emerged at the end was somewhat familiar.

"Yiran, don't be lazy. The data of cell chimera is very important." Ling Tianhe urged her when he saw her operating the computer dawdlingly.

What are chimeric cells? Why are they so important?

Jiang Yiran took a quick look and continued entering the data, but the more she entered, the more familiar the number seemed to her.

A lot of the data is very similar to the data when Ling Xici was pregnant...

"The teacher has scolded you, and you are still in a daze?" My colleague's senior brother glanced at me with disdain.

"Alright, ignore her. You haven't finished your work yet." Another older female researcher also buried her head in her work. "Everyone is so stupid when they first enter the workforce. They changed after being scolded by Old Ling twice."

The gossip was very irritating, and Jiang Yiran continued to type numbers in an irritable mood.

"What were you thinking? You typed two numbers wrong." Ling Tianhe suddenly appeared behind her and slapped her hard on the back of the head. "Recheck the data you entered earlier. If the money invested in this project goes to waste because of you, I will cut off your pocket money."

The old man walked away with a gloomy face, but the squinty-eyed assistant beside him kindly reminded her, "Sister, listen to my advice. If it doesn't work, we'll just give in. Anyway, your family is so rich, you can just lie down for the rest of your life."

"roll."

The assistant was disappointed and left with a smile on his face.

"Have you persuaded her?" Ling Tianhe poured a cup of tea and looked at the assistant who came in.

The assistant narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Given Miss Yiran's personality, persuasion is useless, only encouragement will work."

Jiang Yiran is a strong-willed person. The more you tell her she can't do it, the more she will do it to show you.

"Aren't you afraid she'll know something?"

"Even if she knew, that old Xie Zhen would still help us get away with it." The old man leaned back on the sofa. "After all, we are all working hard for that master's ideals."

The birthday party was over very quickly.

Wen Ke occupied the sofa in Shan Zhe's house, leaned against the pillow, hugged a blanket and went to sleep.

Qin Yun hugged Cuihua and entered the guest room, and then heard ghostly laughter coming from inside. It was obvious that some unspeakable cat-loving tragedy had occurred there.

Jing Yilan ran away without giving any reason, but Jiang Fu still caught a glimpse of a clue from the look between her and Shan Zhe.

"You didn't do anything to her?"

"I just gave her a training schedule accurate to the minute." Shanzhe put the unfinished cake into the refrigerator.

None of the death row inmates in prison who committed serious crimes had ever experienced such a devilish thing. No wonder Jing Yilan ran away as soon as she saw him.

Could it be that Shan Zhe is the ultimate genius who is secretly successful?

Without giving her time to think, Dan Zhe walked directly to the pile of gifts, took out the gift she had given him and opened it.

Staring at the painting, his expression suddenly became serious.

"You spent a lot of money on this painting."

"Is it very expensive? I exchanged it for my own paintings, and the art dealer thought he made a profit." Jiang Fu came over puzzled.

"This is a work by Ferdinand Lorenz." He angled the frame and showed it to her. "Look closely. There's his signature graffiti here. The color is lighter than the surrounding blocks of color."

Ferdinand Lorenz, a Heman-Federalist, was a representative of the avant-garde painting school of the Star Federation. This name alone was worth more than the ducks she painted.

"What's the valuation?" Jiang Fu came over.

She needed a number to measure how much of a bargain she had made.

"The price of my complete set of Peach Blossom series blueprints." Shan Zhe roughly estimated and muttered, "Of course, the calculation will be different after I die."

The works of dead artists will be more expensive.

"So, Jiang Xiaomei, you just painted a random picture and exchanged it for one that's five times more expensive?" Wen Ke was so scared that he sat up from the sofa.

How many trips would he have to make to earn just a fraction?

“…Expensive is not a problem.”

"Ah?" Isn't this a problem?

"The thing is, I really like Ferdinand's early works." He felt that his expression was not quite accurate, so he corrected himself and said, "His youth...his unformed style."

Wen Ke suspected that he was so happy that his ability to organize language was scrapped. He just asked the new AI and found out that Ferdinand was just turning 40 this year.

Jiang Fu watched people excitedly enter the room and hang up the paintings. He was also infected by this emotion and his heart beat faster.

She was sharing his joy.

Glancing at the clock, she stood up and went to the door to put on her shoes.

"Do you want to go home? I'll take you there." He looked at the sky outside and took an umbrella.

The two walked slowly on the way to the subway station.

"I can feel your emotions. You are really happy today." Jiang Fu described his emotions.

The sheep, as light as if appearing in a dream, jump freely on the sun-drenched grass.

"Maybe it's rare to be so relaxed." Shan Zhe stared at the street lights shining above his head.

He knows very well how difficult it is to endure the mental torture when he has an emotional breakdown, so before the next despair and misfortune comes, he will enjoy every positive emotion that life brings.

Jiang Fu stared at him silently.

She remembered Shan Zhe saying that his "talent" was reincarnation, which would cycle continuously at a certain time without end.

Such misfortune is only because of becoming an Origin Cell Infected Person.

Tracing back to the source, she was the source of the evil.

"What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Fu stared into his eyes and let out a long sigh. "Although you seem very optimistic, don't you resent me at all? After all, I'm the one who made you infected and led you to misfortune because of your 'talent'."

He, and Yilan too, were forced to be involved in events related to the Eternal Island because of the infection she brought.

"I've hated it, but I've discovered it's useless. The 'gift' I've been infected with will continue my reincarnation, repeating my life over and over again," he answered calmly, then narrowed his eyes. "Rather than hating whoever caused this, the more important question we should address is how to end it all."

He had experienced the problem she was talking about, so he could use more mature answers to tell her what she should think at this time.

"Is it over?" Jiang Fu felt his heart slightly touched.

She reached out, took his hand, and clasped it.

If she could end this, she would be willing to work with him and do her best.