The fake daughter was not exposed today

"You're not surprised." Mr. Shan gave a kind smile.

"Let me see the drawing paper..."

Liang Wei tried to smooth things over, but he felt like every word was like a knife rolling down his throat, and it was unpleasant no matter how he swallowed.

"Hahaha, you have a keen eye. The original 'Pine and Crane' was destroyed during the Great Patriotic War and is difficult to restore. Zhifang was so passionate about painting that he spent two or three years to restore a little of Wang Yushan's charm," said Mr. Shan, recounting the past in a good mood. "Zhifang made the rice paper for that painting himself. At that time, he was like a madman in order to restore the painting. Sometimes he would dip the ink into steamed buns and eat them."

"Zhifang...the late Chinese painting master Lin Zhifang." Liang Wei was stunned.

Lin Zhifang was a famous modern artist, especially good at painting flowers and birds. He left behind countless works, one of which is currently hanging in the Huajing Hall.

Ordinary forgeries are not worth much, but this forgery was created by a deceased master of Chinese painting... its value will only increase with the master's fame.

"Yes, you Shen family, please keep it well and don't give it away casually."

Shan Lao seemed to have remembered something, his eyes were gloomy, and his hands were shaking. "I need to take medicine, you go back first."

"Well, I'll take my leave then." Liang Wei politely left the room.

She was feeling a little depressed. Thinking of how she had mocked Jiang Yilan before, she suddenly felt ashamed.

She underestimated others for a moment.

When she returned to the banquet hall, only her daughter was waiting there, and she did not see her son.

"Where is Ze Lin?" She looked around.

"Someone just came and said that Jiang Yilan was in trouble, and ran over in a hurry." Shen Qinglin crossed his arms.

Although he had mixed feelings towards Jiang Yilan, Liang Wei was still clear-headed when he thought of Madam Shen lying in the hospital. "Go call him back. It's not nice for him to keep going to the Jiang family."

Shen Qinglin added fuel to the fire, "Yeah, I don't know what magic Jiang Yilan has that makes him so obsessed."

Looking at Liang Wei's ugly face, she tried hard to suppress the corners of her lips and sent a message to the person on the other end of the phone.

[Jiang Yilan hasn't changed much, and neither has my mother's attitude.]

【R: Thank you for your hard work. Please observe for a while.】

She looked at the message that came back with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes. When did this little ancestor Jiang Yiran become so cautious?

On the other side, the "prophet" shook off the others and came to the second floor of the Shan family villa.

"It seems that you are a little unpunctual. I almost thought you stood me up." The woman's voice was lazy and casual.

She has a pair of extremely beautiful legs, which are even more eye-catching when paired with black patent leather high heels.

The Prophet lowered his head nervously and said respectfully, "Sorry, ma'am, something delayed me."

"I'm usually quite tolerant and don't take it too seriously," she said, casually playing with her hair. "Where's the thing you said you wanted to show me?"

"Please... follow me." The "Prophet" swallowed.

He was already prepared, and the accident just now would not affect what happened next at all.

Even if the girl had walked up the stairs normally and rushed back, it would not have prevented what happened. No, it might even have caused the opposite effect and completely confirmed her bad reputation.

Players like them, once they despair, will disappear from this world. He was playing tricks on Jiang Yilan just to make her disappear more artistically so that he could show off in front of the game operators.

He wants to join the game operation team, and Jiang Yilan is his stepping stone.

Shen Zelin felt a little heavy.

He did not find Jiang Yilan, and his uneasy premonition became more and more intense.

"Speaking of which, the most important painting this time, 'Pine and Crane Painting', was won by Mrs. Shen, right?"

"...I heard that earlier in the exhibition hall, the Jiang family's adopted daughter said that the 'Pine and Crane Painting' was a fake. Who knows if she has a conflict with Mrs. Shen..."

"I think it's probably true. Didn't Mrs. Shen say that he's a dark person and can't stand seeing others doing well..."

He had heard a lot of such discussions along the way, and his heart sank unconsciously. He was worried that something might happen to Jiang Yilan, and he was also afraid that she was really not a good person as others said.

He was really confused.

Staring at the guests around him, he felt empty inside and always felt that something was going to happen.

The mother's figure came from far away.

Just as he was about to walk over, he heard a loud noise suddenly coming from the ceiling of the banquet hall, and then the chandelier fell down, landing right on the head of Liang Wei who had rushed over.

At that moment, he felt as if someone was strangling his throat and he couldn't make any sound.

Jiang Yilan was not at home. He was attracted here by Jiang Yilan's reputation. His mother and the others came to find him... The incident started because of Jiang Yilan, and in the end all the suspicions and accusations would fall on Jiang Yilan.

He recalled the day when the girl wanted to explain but ended up saying nothing and felt frustrated.

How did things suddenly turn out like this?

His mind was in a mess and he stared blankly in the direction of his mother, until he finally saw a figure in a champagne-colored dress.

At that moment, he felt that his breathing was finally smooth, and he could barely make a sound from his throat.

"mom!"

The chandelier crashed heavily to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust and smoke, sending crystals and decorations scattering everywhere, and the frightened crowd quickly dispersed.

The moment Liang Wei reacted, the shadow of the lamp had already covered her head, and she only had time to push away her daughter beside her.

Just before the decoration on the lamp touched her head, someone put his arm around her shoulders. She felt the scene around her accelerate. When she regained consciousness, a muffled sound was heard behind her.

"Mrs. Shen, are you okay?" Jiang Fu asked.

Liang Wei stared at the face in front of him, his tongue a little clumsy, "...Are you, are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." She shook her head.

Her body's self-healing ability is terrifying. She will start to recover immediately the moment she is injured, and there will basically be no scars.

As for pain? She was very weak.

Liang Wei briefly examined her and quickly noticed the tear at the hem of her skirt. Without saying anything, she simply draped her fur over her and turned to check on her daughter.

Shen Qinglin was not hurt, but his face turned pale with fright.

Second floor.

The "prophet" looked very ugly.

How is this possible! According to the plan, Jiang Yilan couldn't make it in time, so how could...

He remembered those strange golden eyes... Could she have superpowers? Could she teleport back in an instant? But if that were the case...

He looked at the woman beside him, trying to get the answer he wanted.

"She didn't show any signs of using a 'skill card', but you seemed to have used a speed-up skill when fighting her." The woman curled her lips and smiled.

The voice was contemptuous and full of sarcasm, and every word pierced the "prophet's" head.

Jiang Yilan, without using any supernatural means, messed up the performance he had prepared by herself.

He was about to get closer to see the situation on the first floor clearly when the woman next to him suddenly raised her leg and kicked him hard, kicking him off the railing.