Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

Two days later, when Leng Qingqing appeared next to Mr. Jiang and participated in this weekly family dinner as a family member, everyone at the scene was shocked and their jaws dropped.

Mr. Jiang's face remained as usual. With the help of a girl who looked exactly like Jiang Yin, he sat down at the top.

Then, ask him to sit in the first position he started.

Jiang Mingzhu was as shocked as if she had seen a dinosaur, her eyes widened. The old man's connivance made her unbearable: "How can she deserve to sit in that position!"

Jiang Yan forced a smile, her smile was awkward and stiff: "Old man, what do you mean, let an outsider sit in my seat?"

In the past, this position belonged exclusively to Jiang Yin.

After Jiang Yin died, the one who accompanied the old man became Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan thought she would always occupy this position.

Unexpectedly, the old man who kept silent today actually...

Mr. Jiang glanced at Jiang Yan lightly. It was clearly not serious, but Jiang Yan felt a little pain in her face.

The old man spoke: "She is not an outsider."

"Old man, you don't know that there are many liars out there. I think it's better for this young lady to come up with more authoritative results to convince the public."

Jiang Yan seemed to be on the same page with the old man. As soon as the old man finished speaking, she couldn't wait to retort.

Mr. Jiang raised his eyelids and looked at her coldly: "Are you questioning me?"

"I don't."

Jiang Yan lowered her head, but she was quickly thinking about what she didn't know.

Unexpectedly, really unexpectedly, it seems that Lengqing has been doing a lot of things recently.

Jiang Yan clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms, but she couldn't feel the slightest pain.

Mr. Jiang took a report from the butler's hand and threw it lightly on the table.

The huge dining table was empty, and before the food could be served, this piece of paper fell on the table and instantly attracted everyone to look up.

Jiang Mingzhu was the closest to the piece of paper. When she saw the big words at the top, her pupils instantly contracted.

——Authentication report of relatedness!

"mom……"

Jiang Mingzhu's voice suddenly trembled when she called her mother.

The housekeeper took a step forward and said, "Let me read out the results of this kinship report for everyone on behalf of the old man——"

"No need." Jiang Yan interrupted him urgently, as if the truth that was not spoken was not the real truth.

She couldn't hear the truth.

There was no need to report any kinship at this moment. Just by looking at Leng Qingqing's disgusting smile just now, she could conclude that she must be Jiang Yin's child!

"Of course we believe what the old man says."

This sentence came out almost word for word from Jiang Yan's mouth.

Leng Qingqing gave her a sincere smile, picked up the red wine in front of her, and raised her glass to Jiang Yan who was opposite.

When Jiang Yin was around, the old man never had room for others.

But now, when Leng Qingqing appears next to the old man, Jiang Yan seems to have returned to her nightmare past.

She took a deep breath and tried her best to suppress the emotions that were about to explode.

Jiang Guodong no longer knew what expressions and actions to use to deal with the result at this moment.

He lowered his head and remained motionless, sweating like raindrops.

The old man must have doubted himself.

But Mr. Jiang said nothing.

As if he heard his son's voice, Mr. Jiang half-closed his eyes: "Some things have been going on for so many years, and there is no point in pursuing them anymore. Let him let the past go. As long as our family is together, it will be fine. My age is indeed It’s big, but it’s not blind yet!”

When he said the last sentence, Mr. Jiang slowly opened his eyes. In the turbid whites of his eyes, the pupils shot out a frightening light, shocking everyone present with evil intentions.

A man in a suit and leather shoes walked in, stood next to the old man, took out a cowhide envelope from his briefcase, opened it, and found a stack of documents inside.

Jiang Yan instantly clenched her daughter's hand, and dozens of pairs of eyes in the hall stared at the document.

The old man sighed as if he was chatting away, not knowing whether he was happy or worried:

"Today is a good day. All members of the Jiang family are here."

Then the conversation changed: "Now that everyone is here, let me announce something."

"Lawyer Zhang." Mr. Jiang sat up slightly, then nodded gently.

Lawyer Zhang walked to the front, took out the pile of documents, arranged them, and nodded to everyone present.

"This is a will made by Mr. Jiang."

"What kind of will are you making! I don't agree!"

Jiang Yan stood up with a bang, kicked off the chair and went to grab the document. She grabbed it, tore it into pieces, and threw it at her feet, her eyes red as she tore it apart.

"Why don't you sit here and make a will? I won't allow you to curse yourself!"

It was deserted and quiet, watching famous performing artists perform.

Mr. Jiang said nothing, raised his hand slightly, and the lawyer took out another brown paper bag from his briefcase.

Jiang Yan's face was extremely ugly. Needless to say, she knew that this must be an identical document.

The lawyer pushed up his glasses and said with a smile: "You can tear it up, I still have dozens of backup copies here."

"you--"

When the words came to this point, Jiang Yan's heart suddenly went cold.

It seems that today, it is unstoppable.

A loud noise attracted everyone's attention. Jiang Mingzhu jumped up and shouted angrily: "Leng Qingqing, don't go too far! You want to be part of our Jiang family, but who knows which wild man Jiang Yin had fathered with you?" Zhong, you are just dirtying the lintel of our Jiang family by sitting here!"

"Get out of here quickly, or don't blame me for revealing everything you did before!"

From Jiang Mingzhu's tone, it seemed that she had some handle on Leng Qingqing.

Leng Qingqing raised her eyebrows slightly: "Tell me, why don't I know what I did?"

Jiang Mingzhu was so angry that her hair exploded. She tried her best to suppress the anger surging in her heart: "I'm giving you a chance now. As long as you know better, I won't tell anyone."

"Mingzhu, shut up."

The old man was as still as a clock. He spoke just two simple words, which made Jiang Mingzhu stop instantly.

Jiang Mingzhu couldn't explain the old man's eyes, which seemed to contain deep disgust.

Jiang Mingzhu, who had never been looked at by the old man with such eyes, felt an unprecedented threat.

"Why did you change as soon as she came? Don't you love me and my brother the most? If it weren't for her, my brother wouldn't have gone to jail! Our Jiang family wouldn't have become the laughing stock of the imperial capital!"

"Mingzhu, what are you talking about!" Jiang Yan grabbed her daughter's hand and almost pulled her back a big step. Jiang Mingzhu hit the corner of the table hard, and her tears became more violent.

"Did I say something wrong? She is just a bastard!" Jiang Mingzhu pointed at the top, wondering why even her mother was facing her!

"Snapped!"

Jiang Yan slapped her daughter hard: "I told you to shut up!"

But it's too late. If you say it out loud, it will throw water away.

It's hard to stop the water, Mr. Jiang has heard it.

With the old man's cleverness, he could naturally think of what Jiang Mingzhu was referring to when he seemed to be out of tune.

"Let her continue!"

Mr. Jiang scolded angrily, and the entire hall fell silent.

Everyone was quiet.

But at this moment, looking at the countless familiar faces, Jiang Mingzhu felt as scary as a devil.

She stammered: "I, I..."

Help, how could she tell the truth about how she and her brother tried to harm Leng Qingqing, but were killed instead!

Jiang Mingzhu covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. She shook her head and refused to say another word.

In this solemn silence, Leng Qingqing put his hands on the table and slowly stood up.

The system is deserted and equipped with an OS that accurately sounds:

——"It's my turn to perform."