The fake daughter was not exposed today

Jiang Fu didn't have to worry. Not long after she turned back, she met the waiter who came to look for her.

"Miss, please follow me, that person is waiting for you."

"Please lead the way." Jiang Fu gave an awkward but polite smile.

The waiter led her upstairs, stopped at a corridor, and then gestured to her direction.

There was a person standing at the end of the corridor, with his head slightly tilted, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

He didn't move at all, as if he was waiting for her to come over.

Jiang Fu didn't suspect anything and walked straight over.

Just as she reached the middle of the corridor, the lights around her dimmed instantly, and pitch-black darkness enveloped her.

The darkness magnified her senses. Jiang Fu didn't feel any emotion, only the scent of wood. After a brief reaction, she quickened her pace and walked over, throwing the man to the ground.

Turning around, she saw that the man was, as she had expected, a jointed puppet wearing clothes and a wig, except that his chest was hollowed out and a piece of paper was stuffed in it.

Before the puppet fell to the ground, Jiang Fu had already pulled out the note. In the darkness, she could clearly see the contents of the note.

[Ms. Jiang Yilan, from now on, you are a complete rotten person.]

As the puppet fell to the ground, a strange laugh was heard, adding a bit of weirdness to the dark corridor.

"It's scary, right?" Jiang Fu crumpled the paper into a ball, capturing the emotions around him.

The "prophet" hid in a dark corner, admiring the gift he had prepared.

When Jiang Yilan walked to the middle of the corridor, he would instantly cut off the power supply. A little girl like her would be frightened and at a loss in the dark. When she went forward to check on the puppet, the sound device would hear the puppet's strange laughter... When she recovered from the shock and saw the message he left, she would be even more devastated.

Everything was like a lit fuse, burning bit by bit to the end, and the sparks of despair were brilliant and charming.

However, the scene he expected did not appear.

The moment the lights went out, he saw the girl's eyes light up, like a golden candle lit at night, and the leisurely wandering beast opened its eyes, sharpened its claws, and was ready to attack at any time.

He was the targeted prey.

Something was wrong! With a moment of palpitations, he instinctively took a step forward and ran away.

"You're here." Jiang Fu instantly locked onto the corner of clothes disappearing at the end of the corridor and chased after it.

As they walked through the corridor, the distance between the two of them quickly narrowed, and the "prophet" could almost hear the footsteps behind him.

That golden-eyed monster was too fast... He decisively took out a small metal cube and ran towards the corridor where the terrain was complex and it was easy to escape.

Jiang Fu chased the man into a corridor with room doors on both sides. She was about to lose him. She was not familiar with the road and suddenly felt a little annoyed. Without thinking, she pulled out the dessert fork from her sleeve and threw it over.

The fork brushed past the back of the man's hand and flew straight towards the window at the end of the corridor.

Just at this moment, a figure swung down from the upper floor, ready to jump into the room.

Shan Zhe never thought that he would be attacked by someone when he fell from the upstairs, and the fork was only one foot away from his face.

It was difficult to move in mid-air, so he could only turn his head by inertia and barely land in a relatively safe position.

Even though he reacted quickly, the fork still left scratches on his face.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Fu walked over and helped the man up.

Dan Zhe's hands stiffened the moment he heard the voice, and he adjusted his sunglasses as if nothing had happened.

Before he could react, he heard the girl's voice, "Come to think of it, I haven't thanked you for helping me last time."

"Last time, which last time?" He pretended to be confused.

"You helped me once at the Jiang family." Jiang Fu replied.

Her sense of smell was more sensitive than that of a normal person, and the moment she approached him, she smelled a familiar scent on him.

Moreover, in that thrilling moment just now, she did not show any surprise or panic, so it was too easy to identify the person.

Shan Zhe couldn't see her expression clearly. He just stared at those eyes that were emitting a faint golden light. Then, as if he had thought of something, he lowered his eyelashes slightly, "...Aren't you chasing someone?"

"Oh, that's right." Jiang Fu reacted.

She remembered that when the fork brushed against the back of his hand, the "prophet" took out a silver thing, then he sped up and slipped away in an instant.

This corridor is interconnected and she would definitely get lost if she is not good at finding her way.

Fortunately, she had roughly deduced the guy's plan.

Leading Jiang Yilan away from the venue was not only to scare her, but also to create an alibi. When Jiang Yilan, still frightened, returned to the charity dinner venue, she would be criticized by thousands of people because of some vicious incident.

If the person who came today was not her, but the real person... Jiang Fu couldn't imagine it.

"Thank you for the reminder." She reached out and wiped the wound on his face.

Just like erasing a pencil mark on paper, the wound healed instantly.

Shan Zhe didn't say anything, just stared into her eyes, "Do you know the way?"

"Maybe?" Jiang Fu smiled. "To thank you for helping me last time, I'll treat you to a meal. Remember to ask me to make it your wish next time we meet."

After that, she turned and left.

Shan Zhe stared at the figure looking for a way around without saying anything. He closed his eyes and touched the part of his skin that she had touched just now. It was a little hot.

Suppressing the dark and messy thoughts in his mind, he sighed and walked in the direction she came from.

Please help clean up the scene first.

Liang Wei finally relaxed when he heard from his secretary that the auction was over and got the "Pine and Crane" painting.

Shen Qinglin put his arm around her shoulders and said affectionately, "Mom, I told you it would be helpful to have a fortune-teller before going out. Look, doesn't this make everything go smoothly for you?"

"Feudal superstition." Shen Zelin had a stern face and looked absent-minded.

He was a little worried about Jiang Yilan.

This time, just like last time, he was called away by a stranger again... He began to worry about what would happen next. It's not that he didn't listen to his mother's words, but the friendship they had grown up with forced him to force himself to give up those thoughts.

If something really happens again this time, he might not know what to do.

"Mrs. Shen, before handing over the painting, Mr. Shan would like to have a few words with you in private." A well-dressed butler came over.

"Okay." Liang Wei followed him to Mr. Shan's room.

The old man sat on a chair, his face full of signs of aging and his eyes were gloomy.

"Sit down." His voice was dry and hoarse, and his hands, which used to hold a pen and paint, were shaking uncontrollably.

He is very ill and the doctor says he will die in the next few years.

"Ms. Liang, I won't keep you in suspense. That painting of 'Pine and Crane' is a fake."

Liang Wei was a little stunned when he heard it suddenly.

Remembering that Jiang Yilan had said this was a fake and that he had laughed at her, he suddenly felt at a loss.

How come it came true?