The fake daughter was not exposed today

Chapter 222 This is a super generation

Upon hearing this, a smile suddenly appeared on Shan Congyi's face.

He and Shan Congqing are of similar age and grew up together, so they naturally have a deep friendship. Although he is dissatisfied with her abandoning her home and eloping with Huangmao, his expectations are greater than his complaints.

"She's here, it's good that she's here, Dad—"

He turned his head and saw the old man staring at the girl painting quietly.

Jiang Fu slowly put away his brush and stared at the painting.

The brushstrokes she captured fell on paper and became stars, becoming part of the map of southeastern China.

All living beings are the country.

Quite interesting.

"Little girl... draw... for me..." The old man's voice was a little unclear.

His eyes were exceptionally clear, as if he could see his long-gone best friend in the girl in front of him.

"Okay." Jiang Fu agreed. This painting was originally created by an old friend of Shan Lao. She was just stealing his talent.

The old man twitched the corner of his mouth and pointed at the cabinet.

"Yi...take Yin...Fang's."

Shan Congyi just thought it was outrageous.

That seal was custom-made by the old man for Master Lin. Now giving it to a little girl is simply a blasphemy to the ancestors.

He walked up to the old man and was about to explode, but his eyes suddenly widened when he stared at the painting created by Jiang Fu.

Mr. Lin’s posthumous work is still on the wall, and the one in front of him seems to be a perfection of that masterpiece.

"How did you draw this? You... Hey, are you and Lin... Ah——"

After a while of incoherent talk, he walked to the cabinet and took out the ink pad.

"Once this painting is stamped with our seal, it will be ours. You can open it. Well, it's not really ours. Just give it to us." He placed the seal on the table with a firm attitude and put his hands on his hips.

Jiang Fu frowned at his confusing logic.

“Not for sale…”

"Yi, step back." The old man's hands trembled as he forced a smile. "Would you like to be my close friend?"

He seemed to see a living best friend in this girl. He thought that if Lin Zhifang were still alive, she would probably agree with his decision.

Jiang Fu looked at the frail old man in front of him, held his hand, closed his eyes, and activated his ability.

The trembling hand regained its stability in her hand, and then reached out to the seal, dipped it in cinnabar, moved it to the rice paper, and knocked it down heavily.

The same imprint as the painting.

Sheng Nian was stunned watching from the side.

After she got over the shock, she walked over to Jiang Fu and whispered, "What's going on?"

"Are you thinking of his old friend?" She lowered her eyes and stared at the painting.

That didn't seem to be the vast territory of China today, and the things she saw were not the clothes of modern people...

It seems I need to read some history books when I have time.

"But the old man recognizes you as a friend. Your generation has overshadowed many people..."

If her mother is really the daughter of Mr. Shan, then Jiang Fu is two generations older than her, right?

"Hmm..." Jiang Fu suddenly felt inexplicably irritated.

In this way, Danzhe had to call her aunt, which felt bad.

Shan Congyi came over a little embarrassedly and asked, "I haven't asked yet, what's your name?"

"Jiang Fu."

"Aunt Jiang Fu."

"No, no, let's just address each other as peers." This address was unpleasant to the ear.

Shan Congyi informed the servants and then took her to the banquet hall. "I'll take you to meet some people and introduce you to everyone."

He took a quick look at Jiang Fu's dress.

The ink-and-wash butterfly is very well designed. Even without gorgeous decorations, it does not look disrespectful. This shows the excellence of the designer.

As for Sheng Nian, he was respectfully taken away by the Shan family's servants.

Ballroom.

Jiang Yiran sat down under the guidance of the future couple, and Meng Mian was arranged to sit next to her, his face full of anticipation.

"Sister Ran, our angle seems to be the best. We can just see President Ling and Miss Shan." Meng Mian took out his mobile phone and gestured with the camera.

Jiang Yiran was a little annoyed, "Do you like my second brother so much?"

She keeps calling him Mr. Ling, as if she is nothing without him.

"Isn't it normal to like President Ling?" Meng Mian was puzzled.

Although Ling Mujiang is not a top handsome guy who can make the world cry and the ghosts weep, he is still good-looking. As for his personality, he is not friendly, but he has always been very good to her. What reason does she have not to like such a Ling Mujiang?

Hearing this, Shan Mingxue's eyes darkened slightly.

I thought she was just a naive girl, but I didn't expect that she would covet her man.

Ling Mujiang's heart suddenly tightened, "Then who else do you like?"

As if he had reconciled his signals, Meng Mian counted on his fingers, "Sister Lin, Amin, and the instructor who let me off at the end of the semester..."

She likes everyone, so she seems like a bit of a scumbag.

Shan Mingxue looked at him suspiciously and was about to explode when she saw her father leading a young girl towards her.

"Dad, who is she?"

Shan Congyi explained, "Your grandfather's new friend, Miss Jiang Fujiang, come here and meet her."

"Hello." Shan Mingxue stared at the girl in front of him with some vigilance, trying to see a dirty heart through that beautiful face.

The person in front of him smiled calmly and took out a handmade hairpin from his handbag. "Miss Shan, congratulations on your engagement."

This was made by Jiang Fu himself. It took some time to carve, but it wasn't that difficult.

Shan Mingxue looked at the hairpin in her hand. It was completely different from the cheap ones that were all over the Internet. It was obviously made by polishing the materials bit by bit.

In terms of value, it is not too high among luxury gifts, but what is rare is the craftsmanship.

This girl doesn't seem simple.

"Thank you." She handed the gift to the servant to keep.

Jiang Yiran stared at the hairpin, feeling waves of irritation welling up in his heart.

Not only did Jing Yilan surpass her overnight and become a popular internet celebrity, but even Jiang Fu's status was upgraded overnight.

How did she become Mr. Shan’s close friend regardless of age difference?

"So your name is Jiang Fu." Meng Mian looked at her, "You are..."

Ling Mujiang pinched her and signaled her to shut up and eat the cold dishes.

After staying here for a while, Jiang Fu followed Shan Congyi away.

"Mr. Shan, please pay a little more attention to your daughter..." Jiang Fu reminded in a low voice.

She felt that Shan Mingxue's mood was very strange, as if she was afraid of the curly-haired girl who had just greeted her.

Moreover, Ling Mujiang seemed to care a lot about that girl.

These three people have a strange triangle relationship.

"Ms. Jiang, my daughter is indeed a bit willful. It's my fault for not disciplining her properly." Shan Congyi was also a little helpless. "I'm old now and can't manage her. If you are willing to help me, I don't mind."

"Okay." Jiang Fu looked back.

She always felt that Shan Mingxue was likely to do something, and if she could stop him before that, things wouldn't get too bad.

When she turned around, she seemed to see a shiny object passing through the corridor.

"I saw a friend and went to say hello first." She informed Shan Congyi and left.

Toilet.