The fake daughter was not exposed today

The next day, on the eve of the banquet.

Jiang Fu took two deep breaths nervously, followed Old Man Jiang out of the car, and tidied his appearance briefly.

The dress I am wearing today was prepared by Aunt Wen, the housekeeper. It is champagne in color, and the hem is decorated with pink and orange gauze of similar hue. It is simple and elegant, and a style that basically cannot go wrong.

Unlike the Jiang family's traditional Chinese garden, the building hosting the dinner was of typical Western style. The overall color was a gray with just the right saturation, and the decoration was mainly gorgeous and elegant.

"Mr. Shan loved art when he was young, and his children have inherited his unique vision. They have each achieved great success in the art field over the years," said Mr. Jiang. "But this time is different from the past. This is the first time the Shan family has held a dinner at their estate."

"It's a pity that I'm not very good at painting, otherwise I might be able to help grandpa." Jiang Fu continued.

No one is perfect. Jiang Yilan is a musical genius, but she is mediocre in other areas.

As for her... the people in the Eternal Island Laboratory stuffed a large number of memories of famous modern and contemporary artists into her brain, including the memory of a well-known painter. Even if she didn't deliberately try to understand them, she could still understand a little bit.

"Mr. Shan has been in seclusion for many years, and he will also be present this time. Remember, don't mention the youngest child of the Shan family. This is a taboo in this family." Old Master Jiang reminded.

"Okay." Jiang Fu nodded obediently.

Perhaps he was afraid that his granddaughter might get into trouble again, so he reminded her. However, letting Jiang Yilan violate Shan Lao's taboo in public would be an opportunity to ruin her reputation, and the "prophet" might take advantage of it.

But she always felt something was wrong.

The thought was interrupted by a gentle emotion.

"Grandpa Jiang." A somewhat gentle male voice sounded behind the two of them.

"Zelin." Old Master Jiang nodded kindly and greeted him.

Jiang Fu turned his head nervously and squeezed out a sentence, "Zelin..."

She was still hesitating whether to add the word "brother" when she heard the man's gentle greeting, "Sister Yilan looks much better."

"Ah, maybe I've figured out some things recently and have become more open-minded." Jiang Fu replied with a smile, but he was so nervous inside that he dared not breathe.

God, who knew it was so counterintuitive that Jiang Yilan and Shen Zelin were actually siblings? Fortunately, she didn't finish her words, otherwise she would have been exposed on the spot.

She was just thinking about how to hide her identity from Shen Zelin when she saw a noble lady with a bad look coming up behind him, "Zelin, come here, we are going into the venue."

"Go." Old Master Jiang sighed.

Shen Zelin was helpless, "Grandpa Jiang, Sister Yilan, I'm leaving first."

Jiang Fu waved goodbye politely, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the oldest woman among the three.

She could sense the woman's undisguised resistance.

"I should have told you not to get so close to the Jiang family anymore." Liang Wei straightened his fur coat and spoke with dissatisfaction.

"Zelin, you're too young to judge people." The woman standing next to Liang Wei, who had been silent the entire time, said calmly, "Jiang Yilan's face shows she's not a good person. It's a good thing you're breaking off your engagement."

Shen Zelin's eyes dimmed slightly, and he replied in a neutral tone, "That's right. I'm not like my sister. I'm an expert in metaphysics. I have opened my third eye and can see clearly."

Shen Qinglin was annoyed by the ridicule. He gently adjusted his hair with his white-gloved hands and turned his head away.

"Alright, you two, each of you should keep quiet." Liang Wei slowed down and walked to his son's side. "Zelin, think carefully. Your grandmother is still lying in the hospital. It's not reasonable for her and you to be together anymore."

When Jiang Yilan was her future daughter-in-law, she hadn't been optimistic about her. She wasn't a fan of versatile girls; in her opinion, the art Jiang Yilan excelled at was just a minor decoration, a side topic to talk about when discussing business.

The Jiang family is in a period of transition among the younger generation. When Shen Zelin marries someone in the future, he will inevitably have to help the Jiang family... To put it nicely, it's help, but to put it bluntly, the Jiang family is here to hold them back.

"I know, Mom." Shen Zelin's eyes were dim.

"Okay, the finale artwork prepared by Mr. Shan today is Wang Yushan's painting of pine and crane. Your grandfather is waiting to take it as a gift." Liang Wei gently let it go and reminded him of the business.

Some time ago, an investor from Huajing came in. He was a senior Chinese painting enthusiast. If the Shen family wanted to establish this connection, they would need a gift of sufficient size.

"Mrs. Shen, long time no see." Jing Bailu stepped forward and greeted politely.

Liang Wei smiled and chatted with her, "Ms. Jing, I've heard my husband talk about you a lot recently. Congratulations on completing another major project some time ago."

She admired Jing Bailu very much, a rebellious runaway from a prominent family, who had become worth tens of millions at a young age thanks to her vision and talent.

Apart from the age difference, she is exactly her ideal daughter-in-law.

"No, no." Jing Bailu felt scared when she stared at her.

Liang Wei greeted him warmly, "Why did you come alone today? Didn't you bring any friends?"

"I brought bodyguards with me. That guy is slow-witted and I don't know where he got lost again." Jing Bailu smiled awkwardly.

As he was speaking, a man in black and sunglasses walked over. The red and white houndstooth scarf around his neck was very eye-catching.

"Mrs. Shen, Miss Shen, Young Master Shen." Shan Zhe greeted them politely and then lowered his head apologetically. "Secretary Song has something to ask our boss. I'll excuse myself first."

"It's okay." Liang Wei smiled.

Even the bodyguard around Jing Bailu is of such high quality.

"Luckily you came in time, otherwise that woman would have peeled me off with her eyes." Jing Bailu rubbed the goose bumps on her arms. "Next time, I'll let Secretary Xiao Song do it for me. This kind of occasion is not suitable for me."

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Xiaolu." Shan Zhe looked around and clenched his hands nervously.

"What are you looking for?" Jing Bailu asked with concern.

He answered casually, "I'm looking at the female executive in the white dress with beautifully defined arms and muscles. She looks like a medieval sculpture standing there."

Jing Bailu rolled her eyes at him. The bodybuilding female executive he was talking about was on the left, but his gaze drifted to the right.

Some people can't tell right from wrong when they tell a lie.

She tacitly didn't ask, then followed his gaze and saw an old man and a young boy coming in.

Oh, are you waiting for that lady?

Jiang Fu quietly held Old Man Jiang's hand, feeling the emotions coming from all directions, some teasing, some disgust, some concern, but they were all relatively plain and ordinary.

Finally, she sensed a small group of strange emotions, like fiddling with a doll, so bad that it made her feel sick.

She quickly looked in that direction.

As if sensing his gaze, Liang Wei glared back with a bad look on his face.

"Mom, she still seems unwilling to give up," Shen Qinglin closed his eyes slightly and whispered, "Her current fate is incompatible with Ze Lin. We must not let her get too close to her brother."

"Mom knows." Liang Wei was a little annoyed.

Just as she was about to give a warning, she noticed a man coming down the stairs behind her. He was wearing a suit and white gloves, looking like a polite gentleman from the Middle Ages.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the person in charge of this charity auction. Guests who need to auction artworks, please arrange for their entourage to move with me to the exhibition hall and take a seat." He bowed politely to everyone.