The fake daughter was not exposed today

"I didn't do this at all. Jiang Yiran deliberately cut herself to slander me. The evidence is the fruit knife and the wounds on her body."

Jiang Yiran said slowly, "You can tell by looking at the wound?"

"That wound wasn't caused by me." Jiang Fu touched his chin. "If I had swung the knife during a conflict, it would have been difficult for me to cut so accurately and cause a wound of the same depth and bleeding volume."

Researchers on Eternal Island occasionally took tissue from her body for experiments, and she noticed this after observing her a few times.

The wound on Jiang Yiran's arm was not a cut caused by a quick stroke of a knife.

"That's it? I thought it was such a great deduction." Jiang Yiran was speechless.

One wound can convict someone, just like a forensic doctor.

"Another piece of evidence is the murder weapon, the fruit knife. With its wide blade, it would have required very slow and careful cutting to create a long, narrow wound like yours..." Jiang Fu gestured on his wrist with a pen. "If I really did that to you, would you not run or struggle, but just be a quiet, docile piece of pork belly on the chopping board?"

Jiang Yiran was obviously choked.

"I just didn't expect that you, who have always been weak and frail, would suddenly pull out a knife. I was shocked." She explained calmly without changing her expression.

But before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, she heard a rebuttal. "I remember Miss Jiang suddenly became famous because she bravely kicked away a gangster's knife on a variety show, right? That gangster also looked weak and then suddenly attacked. You weren't afraid then, but you are afraid now?"

The young man in the hat ran his fingers across the brim of his hat, like a mocking arc.

"If what happened back then wasn't a script, then that means you were fully capable of reacting," Jiang Fu snapped his fingers. "The so-called intention to hurt you was a deliberate frame-up on your part. As for the wound, if it wasn't a scratch, it must have been caused by a thinner blade, like the scalpel your assistant used."

For a moment, Jiang Yiran's pupils dilated.

She got it almost 70% to 80% right. When did Jiang Yilan become so perceptive?

The young man in the hat adjusted the brim of his hat and said at the right moment, "Speaking of which, I have a video I want to show you."

He pressed the play button on his laptop, and a simulated 3D image appeared on the screen. It clearly showed one of the girls holding the other's wrist and stabbing herself with a knife. The knife-wielding girl then fled, while the other girl slowly stood up, took out another knife, and slashed her own arm.

Then he threw the knife under the sofa.

"This is another knife I found under the sofa." The young man shook the sealed bag in his hand, which contained a scalpel with a thin blade.

Jiang Yiran stared at the bag, with blood still on the blade, as if mocking the full extent of her false accusation.

"I'm burning." Old Master Jiang slowly spread out her hands. "Your palms are sweaty."

It was a simple action, and the old man's tone was very concerned, but Jiang Yiran only felt as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on his back.

She has been seen through.

"Why did you falsely accuse Yilan of wanting to hurt you?" The old man's voice was quite easy-going.

Jiang Yiran's throat was dry. He gritted his teeth, stood up, and bowed to Jiang Fu to apologize. "I'm sorry this time, but there won't be a next time. Okay?"

Her eyes were red and her nails dug into her flesh.

She will remember this lesson... One day, she will get back at the humiliation.

Jiang Fu looked at this scene and gently closed his eyes to hide the coldness in his eyes.

A revenger who would do anything to achieve his goal, felt wronged after being exposed. Unfortunately, she was not Jiang Yilan, and she would not just sit there and wait for her revenge to satisfy her.

She looked at Jiang Yiran, pretending to be sensible, her eyes instantly moist. "It's been half a year since my sister came back, and we still have conflicts. This shows that it's difficult for us to get along. I'm willing to make some concessions and live outside to not cause more trouble for the Jiang family."

Jiang Yiran was stunned.

Jiang Yilan's character is very weak, but giving in at this time is a retreat to advance, and she has become the one who is making unreasonable troubles...

"That's enough." Old Master Jiang frowned.

"Yi Ran, you're being too outrageous. Fortunately, Yi Lan is fine this time. Starting tomorrow, I'll hire a teacher to teach you the rules. Do you understand?"

Although it is a question, there is only one answer.

Jiang Yiran's eyes were red, and he said aggrievedly, "Okay."

"Qianyi, send Yiran back to rest. She is tired too." Old Master Jiang called someone.

Aunt Wen, the housekeeper, nodded and led the man out in a somewhat forceful manner.

"Yilan, you have been wronged in this matter. If you want to go out and relax, grandpa will arrange it for you." Grandpa Jiang's attitude returned to being kind.

"Thank you... Grandpa." Jiang Fu slowly stood up. "Just take care of the arrangements. I want to rest for a while."

"Mr. Jiang, I'm not in a position to get involved in your family affairs, so I'll take my leave first." The young man in the hat nodded and left with the instrument.

The two of them walked to the corridor together.

"Thank you this time." Jiang Fu apologized sincerely.

Although she did not feel his emotional attitude, his actions had proved that he was on her side.

"That was Mr. Jiang's idea. I'm just doing my duty as entrusted by him." He took out a coin from his pocket and tossed it around casually.

"We knew each other before, right?" Jiang Fu gently twisted the ends of her hair.

Half guess and half intuition, she always felt a sense of familiarity with this person.

"So, when was the last time we met?"

Jiang Fu didn't say anything, but closed his eyes and thought.

She feels familiar, which means there must be a connection between them, but she still needs to think about how exactly they are connected.

"It's a good thing you don't remember, Miss Jiang, goodbye." He gestured goodbye and turned to leave.

"You...don't interrupt me while I'm thinking..." Jiang Fu opened his eyes and looked at the receding figure with resentment.

Asshole, he didn't give her any time to think.

"Forget it, if there is a first time, there will be a second time. We will definitely meet again next time." Jiang Fu was in a good mood.

There was always a chance she could catch someone and ask them questions properly.

Just as she was about to go back, she suddenly fell into confusion.

She, Jiang Fu, is a person with poor direction, especially when she comes across a large building like the Jiang family villa with many extensions, she can't remember the way even more.

Which way back was it? The servant had clearly taken her there just now, so why didn't she remember it now?

By guessing, Jiang Fu returned to his original floor. Just as he was about to search each room one by one, the door opened by itself.

"What? Are you here to laugh at me?" Jiang Yiran stood in front of her with a menacing look.

"No." Jiang Fu was speechless.

She was just lost, really.

She crossed her arms, "Do you really think that everything will be alright if you put me in solitary confinement? Don't be naive."

"That's good too. Less trouble and less worry." Jiang Fu responded casually.

She hated this woman's overly stimulating emotions more than the trouble. She couldn't control her ability to perceive emotions, and standing next to Jiang Yiran, the inexplicable hatred pierced her head.

Seeing her turn and leave, Jiang Yiran turned his head away indifferently, "Anyway, there are many people who want to teach you a lesson."