The fake daughter was not exposed today

Jiang Fu was full of doubts, but he was not in a hurry to get the answer.

She waited until Xie Zhen left before she came out and walked along the corridor. She saw a man carrying a large suitcase at the stairs.

The man's face looked quite ugly.

"Tell me, how do you understand the gesture I just made?" Shan Zhe quickly put away his expression and put on a smile.

Jiang Fu was puzzled. "Didn't you say to go in that direction and wait for you upstairs?"

"Is it possible? What I meant was, 'You go to the left and I will come to meet you.'" Shanzhe was speechless.

"Don't you need to go upstairs?"

"How brave am I to let a person with poor sense of direction wander around? What if you run into someone dangerous?"

"Sorry." Jiang Fu understood.

He is so nice and considerate of her little flaws.

"This incident fully demonstrates that our tacit understanding needs to be improved." He did not hesitate and led her into the cloakroom. "Before that, I have one more favor to ask of you."

"You say." Jiang Fu stood up obediently.

In order to respect the privacy of guests, there is no surveillance in the cloakroom.

"I'm looking for someone, but this person is guarded and I don't want to alert the enemy." Shan Zhe handed over the photo.

The photo was taken on the street. The young man in the photo has an elegant appearance but an icy face and is wearing a traditional Tang suit.

"Pu Qiubai?" Jiang Fu was a little hesitant to recognize him for a moment.

To be honest, Pu Qiubai was not good looking when he was a child. He was as skinny as a monkey. Unexpectedly, boys change a lot when they grow up. He went from being a stubborn stud to a cold and aloof Taoist priest.

"It's good to know him." Shan Zhe wasn't too surprised by her connections and immediately began to lay out his plan. "Once I find out his exact location, I need someone to contact him and find a way to take him away."

"They have guards, and it seems that they have the ability to restrain you." Jiang Fu thought of what he had just eavesdropped on.

"I didn't say I was going in person," Shan Zhe said, opening his suitcase and pulling out his clothes and makeup case. "Imitate someone, okay?"

Jiang Fu nodded. "Whatever. Who do you want to imitate?"

"Someone who can inspect the courtyard without arousing suspicion." He kept it a secret. "The time is not right yet. We'll talk about it later."

It's quite mysterious.

Jiang Fu didn't care, since the answer would be revealed soon anyway.

She sat in front of the makeup mirror, thought about it, and then asked, "What is Judgment Day?"

The air became silent in an instant.

A serious face was reflected in the mirror. The eyes that had been smiling just now were now gloomy. The atmosphere was so cold that it seemed as if even time could be frozen.

"I don't want to talk about it." He pursed his lips and turned away.

Although he couldn't read emotions, Jiang Fu could still read the atmosphere. Judging from Shan Zhe's reaction, it seemed that something bad had happened on Judgment Day.

It must be his sad story.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"The past is the past, and the present is the present. People should live in the present. What happened in the past is no big deal." He did not lose his temper, but calmly opened the suitcase and prepared for his future plans.

The villa courtyard has a greenhouse carefully designed by the master, with a winding route and an afternoon tea table in the center.

Meng Mian sat at the tea table, with her sketchbook, paper and pen casually thrown on the table. She swung her legs boredly.

"Boss Ling, could you please send me some photos of your birthday party tonight? I know you have a girl in your house and I can't see her face, but at least show me the dress..."

She spoke in a coquettish voice.

To be honest, she was more curious about the dress that Cihua wore than what Mr. Ling’s sister looked like.

Almost all students in the fashion design department of Yancheng Academy of Fine Arts idolized the design director of Cihua. She had previously attended a class taught by an alumni, but the design drawings the director presented were mostly from the brand's own designers, with only a few designs by the director himself.

She also wanted to see the master's design this time and learn from him.

"Do your own thing and don't let Pu Qiubai get away." Ling Mujiang pressed his brows, "Also, don't talk like that."

"Okay, Mr. Ling!" Meng Mian saluted, his tone excited. "So you'll take pictures of me?"

Ling Mujiang was speechless, "Yes, yes, yes."

downstairs.

Zixu went to the agreed meeting place, but did not see the person he was thinking about.

"Miss, I found a harmonica when I was cleaning here before. Is it yours?" A maid in charge of cleaning came over.

She handed over the harmonica, then regretted her action and stared at the depressed woman in front of her with a pale face.

"Thank you." Zixu took the harmonica and restrained himself from getting angry with her.

The maid was so frightened that her whole body was frozen. She felt that no matter what she did, even if she ran away, she would be killed by her because of whether she took her right foot first or her left foot first.

"Sister Zixu." A gentle voice broke the situation.

Jiang Yilan walked over and held Zixu's hand, "Sorry, Sister Zixu, I encountered something."

"It's okay." Zixu quickly put away all his expressions and smiled in an especially gentle and kind manner.

The maid was so shocked by the change of expression that she was speechless, but she didn't dare to stay any longer and quickly fled the scene using her hands and feet.

"I accidentally tore the clothes you gave me, so I found something else to wear. I'm sorry." Jiang Yilan felt a little guilty.

That skirt was picked by Sister Zixu, and she tore it just like that. I feel a bit sorry for her.

"It's okay, your harmonica fell. Keep it and don't lose it again." Zixu put the harmonica back into her hands.

She has endless patience when facing Jiang Yilan.

"By the way, you can accompany me to today's birthday party. We can just stay upstairs and eat some cake, how about that?"

Jiang Yilan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she nodded as if she had made some kind of decision.

She would have to face Jiang Yiran eventually, and besides, she was just staying upstairs now, so she wouldn't easily get into a conflict.

Anyway, nothing will happen.

patio.

Jiang Fu took a deep breath and recalled Dan Zhe's plan in his mind.

"Can you pretend to be Jiang Yiran?" Shan Zhe handed her the dress.

"You don't seem to have any disguise tools with you." She frowned slightly, "Do you want me to change myself?"

"No, just some simple makeup will be enough." He smiled, "Not everyone in this world knows Jiang Yiran.

"Is this true?" Jiang Fu was puzzled.

Today is Jiang Yiran’s birthday, and almost everyone comes for her. Even the security guard at the door knows what she looks like.

"Maybe?" Shan Zhe smiled.

The memory ends.

Jiang Fu pursed her lips, which were painted with bright red lipstick, and changed her expression.

Meng Mian was writing and drawing when he saw a red figure walking towards him from afar. The red and vermilion long skirt was embellished with peonies outlined with gold thread. Combined with the aura of the owner of the clothes, it was awe-inspiring and luxurious.

Most importantly, she saw the iconic signature design of Cihua’s design director on the ribbon part of the skirt.

She could match the name of the person in front of her almost without having to say the name.