The fake daughter was not exposed today

"Mom, haven't you paid the electricity bill again?" Lu Chuntai walked in in the dark.

This happens often at home. We are behind on rent and utility bills, and it is basically pitch black when I get home from school.

She was used to it, so she walked towards the kitchen according to her memory, but was blocked by a tall shadow.

"You're back so late. What have you been doing?" The man's voice reeked of alcohol, spraying on his head and making him dizzy.

Lu Chuntai lowered his eyes and carefully put the bank card deep into his pocket.

When she was very young, her father Lu became addicted to gambling. He would gamble whenever he had a little money, and when he won, he would go drinking with his friends to celebrate. He was heavily in debt, but he dreamed of getting rich overnight.

If the money falls into his hands, it would be like throwing meat buns at a dog.

"There's a lot of homework today." She lowered her head.

Because there were frequent power outages at home, she would finish her homework at school before going home. However, for some reason, she often did not finish it and had to make up for it the next morning.

"Oh." The man looked her over.

The sixteen-year-old girl was skinny and childish, not at all attractive. Thinking of his drinking buddy's daughter who made a lot of money as a marginal anchor, he suddenly felt jealous.

They are at the age where they can make money, but he is not motivated.

Lu Chuntai was frightened by his stare and turned to leave.

A very light snapping sound came from the opening of her trouser leg.

"What is it?" The man reached out to pick it up and immediately felt the raised number on the card.

Bank card.

At that moment, Lu Chuntai felt empty inside and had only one thought in his mind.

It’s over.

"Where did you get this money? Did you hook up with a rich second generation guy? Which class is he from?" The man grabbed her arm tightly, his eyes suddenly flashing with excitement.

The reason he agreed to let Lu Chuntai go to high school was not only because of the tuition reduction, but also because there were many rich second-generation and third-generation rich people in Hegang High School. As long as Lu Chuntai worked hard, he could at least make a fortune.

"Give it back to me!" Lu Chuntai reached out to grab it.

The next moment, Mr. Lu's arm shrank suddenly as if he had been electrocuted, and the bank card fell out when he loosened his grip.

This was followed by the sound of glass beads falling to the ground.

Lu Chuntai hurriedly took the card and ran, hitting her waist against the corner of the shoe cabinet at the door. She grimaced in pain, but still took a breath, opened the door and ran out.

Hiding on the stairs upstairs, listening to the man yelling and cursing at home, she stuffed the card into her underwear with trembling hands and curled up into a ball.

She didn't understand why she was so unlucky to have such a family.

As the night deepened, the twilight grew increasingly intense and bright red, like blood gurgling from the abyss, carrying with it a pungent smell of rust.

Waiting for the person to run away, she walked back home cautiously and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a long time, a skinny, old woman finally came to open the door. She had an ice towel on her head and replied dryly, "I was sleeping just now and didn't hear it."

"Mom, do you have a fever?"

"It's just a low-grade fever, just get through it." She turned to go in, but was stopped.

Lu Chuntai touched the old face, which was rough and hot, and said word by word, "Let's go to the hospital."

"Where do we get the money?" Li Ningxiu sighed.

Neither she nor her father had any education, and in Yancheng, where they couldn't even work on the assembly line, they could only work as cleaners in nearby office buildings or move bricks at construction sites. Her father was a gambler, and the family was basically broke.

"Don't tell him it's just there." Lu Chuntai pulled her away from home.

The woman had some guesses in her mind, but said nothing.

The child has grown up.

the other side.

Mr. Lu fell down the stairs, but it was nothing serious. He answered a phone call and limped out.

Jiang Fu played with the marbles with a cold look in his eyes.

She guessed that Lu Chuntai's father was not a good person, but she didn't expect him to be such a scumbag.

As a gambler like this, he must be heavily in debt. If he died now, wouldn't it be so pitiful for my junior schoolmate and her mother?

"I'll let you go first." She bit her finger and flicked two drops of blood over, landing on the man's arm.

After being infected by her ability, not only can he rely on her will to repair himself, but he can also use this characteristic to parasitically interfere. From now on, if this scumbag father makes any offensive moves again, he will be forced to stop because of the pain in his arm, which can be regarded as indirectly protecting the junior sister.

I turned around and left, turned the key, and suddenly remembered something important.

Where did she park the single-track car?

"It's you?" Ling Mujiang was a little surprised.

"Mr. Ling?" Jiang Fu turned around confidently.

She wore sunglasses and changed her coat and pants, not afraid of being recognized at all.

"Nice to meet you again. We parted in such a hurry last time that I didn't have time to ask your name." Ling Mujiang said politely.

After their separation at the Colosseum, Master Sheng Qi searched for her for a long time, but after leaving Mirror Street, he found nothing. Unexpectedly, his trip to Luotang Lane would bring him a pleasant surprise.

Jiang Fu thought for a moment and said casually, "Pu Qiuyue."

It was a pseudonym she had used before, recorded in a remote village, and almost nothing could be found about it.

“It’s a very poetic name.”

"I don't like nonsense." Jiang Fu didn't want to beat around the bush with him, "What's the matter?"

"My sister's birthday is coming soon. I wonder if Miss Pu would be willing to do me the honor of chatting with her for a while?" Ling Mujiang took out a small badge.

Jiang Fu took a look, removed the rice-sized micro camera on it, and crushed it.

"Thank you for the invitation. I will consider it."

It's Jiang Yiran's birthday, so maybe I could go check it out. With a fake identity as cover, maybe I could get some useful information out of him.

"Then I will wait for Miss Pu to come." Ling Mujiang maintained a faint smile and watched people leave.

"Boss Ling, the person has been tied up." Meng Mian lightly jumped to his side and then noticed the receding figure. "Who is she?"

"Don't be curious..."

Ling Mujiang wanted to rebuke him in a low voice, but the next second, Meng Mian touched his chin and said, "She must be very beautiful."

"Probably." He was speechless.

"Compared to your sister?"

"Each has his own merits." He stopped the topic and said, "Don't ask about my sister's affairs."

"By the way, after we hand the man over to that weird uncle, let's go try the new food at Bingxue Tiancheng."

"also."

Two hours later, Ling Mujiang looked at the glass of lemonade in his hand that gave off a strange smell, his face solemn.

"This is the lemon-flavored sweet dish you mentioned that received rave reviews... uh..."

"Yeah, this tea just smells weird. It's okay, I'll drink it with you." Meng Mian squinted his eyes and raised his glass, "Cheers!"

Ling Mujiang stared at her lips holding the straw and took a sip silently.

Ordinary lemon tea, not as unpalatable as imagined.

Unexpectedly good.

Jing Bailu's villa.

"I'll go to the Ling family's birthday party for you... Don't worry, I'm not a three-year-old child. You just need to prepare the gifts." Shan Zhe gently coaxed the person on the other end of the phone.

After a long time, the other party hung up the phone.

"How come these days of freedom are going to end in just one week?" He collapsed on the sofa.

Jing Bailu tossed him an orange and continued on the phone, "You're still a little childish at this moment."

"I really want to treat myself like a child, but there are too many troubles." He swayed on the sofa twice, glanced at the message, and said seriously, "Call Wen Ke back in advance, it will be around these few days."

Upon hearing this, Jing Bailu's face became a little serious.