The fake daughter was not exposed today

Chapter 159 The Origin of Hatred

Jiang Yiran didn't understand why things were developing so...peacefully.

The Jiang family did not blame Jing Yilan for the misfortune, nor did they try to keep her. Jing Yilan did not make a fuss about not wanting to leave, nor did she beg as much as one might imagine.

It was as dull as the end of an ordinary dinner party.

Madam Jiang stood up, gently twirled the Buddhist beads on her wrist, and looked at her. "Now that the matter is settled, how are you feeling?"

Jiang Yiran felt inexplicably irritated, "Are you mocking me?"

"Whether a story is ironic or not depends on the reader's state of mind, not on the words of others." The old lady stopped looking at her. "Old man, accompany me to the Buddhist temple and pray for that child."

"Even now, you are still so partial to her?" Jiang Yiran felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

It was as if the shadow of Jing Yilan was hovering overhead, and the haze never dissipated.

Jiang Zhongcheng looked at her with some disappointment. "This isn't partiality, it's etiquette. People in my family have always liked this kind of seemingly meaningless formalities. Did you only find out about this today?"

Seeing his daughter's puzzled expression, he continued to laugh.

"Guess which Jing in Jing Yilan's name is it?"

Jiang Yiran was stunned.

"Her father, Jing Xisheng, rebelled and left home early in life, but given his achievements during his lifetime, the Jing family has long since turned a blind eye to his rebelliousness. As long as Yilan is willing, she can return with this identity and become the little princess of the Jing family."

Jiang Yiran didn't know what he was feeling at the moment. He just felt a bitter taste on his tongue that he couldn't swallow.

"Originally, we planned to raise her and send her back to the Jing family, creating a beautiful story. This way, the Jiang and Jing families could form a relationship more stable than a marriage." Jiang Zhongcheng shook his head. "Unfortunately, plans can't keep up with changes."

Jiang Yiran didn't know how he got back to the room and how he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Her mind was in a mess and she remembered a lot of things.

At the age of seven, she was playing hide-and-seek in the cupboard of her new room and overheard the servants’ conversation.

"I heard that our family is going to have a new young lady."

"Yes, I heard she has a quiet personality, completely different from Miss Yi Ran... My husband has always wanted a daughter like this, but unfortunately I gave him a human-shaped husky, who is very naughty."

"Doesn't that mean Miss Yiran has a playmate?"

"Not necessarily. Back home, my great-aunt's two daughters have been fighting since they were little. They just don't get along, and there's nothing they can do about it. It's a real headache for her."

"That's right. If the family shows favoritism towards one of them at a time like this, the other will suffer."

Jiang Yiran didn't remember what the two servants talked about later, whether it was about the New Year's gift or the family wedding, anyway, she only remembered the last sentence.

She was a little scared, afraid that she was not the one who was favored, and afraid that this new sister would take away everything from her.

She recalled the news she had seen some time ago, where a missing boy was found and his parents were in tears.

If she disappears for a while, will her parents care about her more and favor her more?

After running away from home, her family finally showed that they cared about her.

Looking at the man and woman looking madly downstairs, she was a little excited, "Can I go back now?"

"Don't be too impatient." The man smiled elegantly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl in the white dress came over with two bottles of water in her hands.

"Uncle and aunt, drink some water." The girl smiled at them comfortingly, "You must take care of yourselves. Don't wait until your sister is found, or you will exhaust yourself."

"Yilan, you don't have to come with me." Jiang Zhongcheng rubbed her head.

The girl smiled and said, "I want to see my sister too."

The dusty lady also urged, "Good boy, go back first."

It is such a heartwarming scene, but it hurts my heart sharply.

After the two men left, the girl seemed relieved and smiled.

Xie Zhen said slowly, "It can be seen that she is trying very hard to integrate into this family."

After all, the legitimate daughter of a wealthy family ran away as soon as she arrived. If she didn't find a chance to consolidate her position, it was inevitable that she would be sent back to Sacred Heart Academy.

Jiang Yiran stared at that face quietly, "I'd better not go back today."

If she goes back now, she will definitely be disliked by her parents because she will be compared with such a well-behaved girl.

A year has passed.

She stood in the mall, looking at the mother and daughter in the crowd, and took a deep breath.

Walk over, call "Mom", and then go home with her.

"Why did you lose your things? I'll go find them for you. Follow the bodyguards and don't run around." Ling Xici instructed the girl and then left.

Jiang Yiran stared at the girl in the beige skirt, prepared himself mentally, and walked up to her.

First, let’s pretend to be friends and get to know each other.

"Hello." She looked at her.

The bodyguard was about to come up to remind her, but Jiang Yilan shook her head at him and said, "It's okay."

"Is your mother not here?"

"She..." The girl wanted to say that it wasn't her mother, but since she was living under someone else's roof, it wouldn't be nice to say that. She just smiled and shook her head, "My necklace fell off, and she went back to look for it."

"I'm here to see my mother. I'll be home soon." Jiang Yiran sat next to her and said casually.

In fact, it’s not bad to have a gentle sister, she thought, and suddenly she was looking forward to Ling Xici’s return.

Waited for a while.

"Isn't Auntie back yet?" Jiang Yilan looked in the direction the woman left and held the bodyguard's hand. "Let's go back and check."

Jiang Yiran was a little confused.

"I'm sorry I can't wait for your mother with you." The girl said goodbye to her sincerely.

That day, Jiang Yiran looked at the sky. The azure blue was gradually dyed with bright red, and the bright red was gradually swallowed by darkness.

Jiang Yiran felt a little disappointed.

A bottle of milk was handed to her.

"Don't wait, your mother won't come back." Xie Zhen looked into the distance, "Jiang Yilan had a small cut, and your mother took her away first."

There was a small wound on the back of the head, which was a little bit fatal.

Jiang Yiran sipped the milk dejectedly, as if her mother had another little cutie and had forgotten about her.

She suddenly felt that the smile that had just said goodbye to her was hypocritical and terrifying.

Five years later.

Jiang Yiran walked into the hospital.

Today is the day Ling Xici gives birth, and all the Jiang family members are here. She is a little worried that her appearance will change and she will not be recognized.

Jiang Yilan stood at the door of the ward, quietly holding the toy in her hand.

The two cars are exactly the same, even the decorative stickers are the same.

She was actually looking forward to the birth of the two children, but for some reason, it turned out like this.

Cold palms.

She noticed the person coming, the girl in the baseball cap.

Holding the two toys, she pressed her back against the door, "Inside, it's better not to go in."

She was a little scared of the scene. If other people went in, they might be scared too.

Jiang Yiran stared at the uneasy girl and suddenly heard a sound from the ward.

"Prepare for the funeral."