The fake daughter was not exposed today

Before he could react, the woman pulled out a platinum metal Rubik's Cube and twisted it with one hand.

"you……"

"You were almost discovered." The woman reminded.

Downstairs, Jiang Fu quietly observed his surroundings, carefully feeling the emotions of everyone present, and frowned slightly.

She was sure that the "prophet" should be there, but there was too much panic at the scene, and she was unable to perceive the other party's emotions due to the interference.

But in just a few seconds, she changed to another way of identification. The "prophet" had scratches on his hands caused by her, but the hands of the guests around him, except those near the chandelier, were intact... She thought for a moment, and then noticed Shen Qinglin's hand.

Gloves.

If you want to hide the scars on your hands, wearing gloves is the best way, so that there will be fewer people investigating.

Liang Wei comforted her daughter and turned around to see Jiang Yilan standing there in a daze. She was hesitating whether to ask her to go to the infirmary with her.

But the person in front of her refused before she did.

"Mrs. Shen, since you're alright, I'll be leaving first." Jiang Fu gathered her shawl. "Thank you for the clothes. I'll wash them and return them to the Shen family."

Liang Wei's expression was a little stiff. He just sighed and didn't say much.

Jiang Yilan saved her life, but with the matter of Old Madam Shen, the best outcome now is for both sides not to get involved and complicate the situation.

She can understand.

Jiang Fu read the woman's emotions and clearly felt that she had misunderstood. She wasn't trying to create a calm and indifferent persona for herself; she simply didn't want to get involved with them too much and reveal her true identity.

However, even if it was a misunderstanding, I could just consider it as helping Jiang Yilan restore her reputation.

Shen Zelin rushed over and wanted to say something, but was pulled back by his mother.

"Now is not the time to talk about old feelings. Those who are innocent will be innocent." Liang Wei reminded, "If you have anything to say, wait until your grandma wakes up."

Shen Zelin turned away reluctantly and accompanied his mother to the infirmary to check the wound.

Jiang Fu walked out of the Shen family's sight, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he encountered a difficult problem.

With such a big thing happening, she had to go find Mr. Jiang to report her safety, but she didn't know where the old man was.

Just now, now is now.

There was no cure for her poor sense of direction, but she guessed that after the "prophet" shook her off, he would take a shortcut to the first or second floor to see the scene. She could identify the "prophet's" location by the slight smell of blood on his body and find a quick way out.

As she expected, the secret door she discovered when she took the wrong path turned out to be the staircase for servants to quickly ascend and descend. And she saved Mrs. Shen just in time.

As for now, she really didn't have a way to find the old man quickly... She should have remembered the smell of the old man earlier.

Just when she had a headache, a voice came from behind her, "Miss Jiang, Mr. Jiang is looking for you."

Fortunately, the Shan family's housekeeper found her and led her to the place.

When Mr. Jiang saw her, his face was immediately filled with distress. "Are you hurt?"

"Grandpa, I'm fine." Jiang Fu shook his head.

Old Master Jiang ignored her and just checked on her condition. "No limbs missing, very good. Were you scared?"

"No." Jiang Fu felt a little warm in his heart.

"I'm glad you're not hurt. The Shan family will give an explanation to all the guests about this matter." A middle-aged man with a dignified face walked over.

He is Shan Lao’s eldest son, Shan Congrui.

"I heard about the situation from the servants. I didn't expect that the weak little girl could be so brave." He praised.

"That's right." There was a smile on Old Jiang's face.

Shan Congrui was slightly stunned.

Jiang Fu quickly read his current mood.

Puzzled. This uncle probably couldn't understand why Mr. Jiang would take such good care of a notorious adopted granddaughter.

She didn't know the answer to this question either.

The Shan family acted quickly, some checked the surveillance, some checked the list, and those who cleaned up the scene were in an orderly manner.

"I'll only help you this time, there won't be a next time." The woman took the man to the garage, crossed her legs, and sat in the driver's seat.

The "prophet" lowered his head in silence, like a timid quail.

"You said you had prepared a good show, so I came here to honor you, but you ended up asking me to clean up your mess." Her tone was flat, but one could hear that she was here to accuse him.

"I will reflect on myself." He was like a primary school student who had made a mistake.

The next second, the woman seemed to have noticed something and gently twisted the metal Rubik's Cube.

The "prophet" felt as if a firecracker was stuffed into his clothes on the left chest and suddenly exploded.

"I just want to teach you a lesson. Don't be afraid. I'll let you go this time." She smiled kindly. "My new canary has been so depressed these days that she can't eat or drink. I'm already in a bad mood. Be quiet these days and don't cause me any trouble, okay?"

The "prophet" nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, feeling lucky to have saved his life.

After all, this woman has always been moody, so letting him go now is like amnesty.

The Shan family arranged a room for the frightened guest and respectfully sent the rest away after questioning them. They worked until midnight but still found no clues.

The surveillance footage has been tampered with and nothing can be seen.

Dan Congrui was tired and wanted to lie down and fall asleep, but he had to force himself to keep his eyes open. When he was tired and irritable, the housekeeper suddenly pushed open the door with a nervous voice.

"Master, I just went to see the gallery. The gallery... that..."

"What happened? The painting was stolen?" Dan Congrui shuddered.

All the paintings in the gallery are Mr. Shan’s treasures. Losing any one of them would be enough to make him furious.

"No, there's an extra painting." The butler explained haltingly, "The extra painting is 'Wild Roses on the Window Sill'!"

Shan Congrui was a little bit unbelievable, "Wasn't that painting..."

So, the youngest one came back, but didn’t want to be seen by the old man, so he deleted the surveillance video.

He pressed his eyebrows and said, "Notify them and stop looking."

The new servants looked at each other and suddenly became a little nervous.

"But how can I explain this to today's guests?"

There is always a reason for this kind of accident to be given to outsiders. If the people above do not pursue it, the people below will always find a way to cover it up.

"Don't worry, I won't hold you responsible. Mind your own business." Shan Congrui said with a serious expression, "This matter has nothing to do with you. Don't gossip about it."

"Yes, young master."

Several servants understood.

Today's incident involved the youngest child of the Shan family who ran away from home. The Shan family didn't want to mention it, so everything naturally ended there.

Outside the villa, Jing Bailu was driving and looking at the person beside him.

"The painting was just given away like that?"

"Without that painting, today's matter is not over." Shan Zhe breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the Shan family mansion gradually moving away.

The Shan family decided to let the matter go, so naturally no one would find out that her golden eyes were different from those of ordinary people. This could be considered as helping her.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his left hand and touched the wound on the right side of his face.