Jiang Yue thought the original owner's biological father was a difficult character to fool, but he was actually very approachable, unlike the cold expression she often saw on the evening news.

He is fine.

She has a very good temper.

He would always generously ask her if she had enough money.

Jiang Yue felt that if the original owner hadn't been switched at birth, her childhood would have been very happy. She had loving parents, older brothers, and a twin brother with a bad temper but who was very close to her.

She was dealt a great hand in life.

They were just forced to be beaten to a pulp.

Jiang Yue was absentmindedly thinking about the plot of the original novel. In reality, everything was calm. News about the kindergarten standing up and "fighting to the death" and "bravely disarming" the criminals was all over the front page of every media outlet.

Netizens are still placing bets on whether the courageous parent who intervened was a 1.8-meter-tall strongman or a 1.9-meter-tall strongman.

No one associates Jiang Yue with this matter.

"Why does she even try to piggyback on good deeds?"

"Fruit TV has declined, and it seems everyone is busy finding a rich man to marry."

"I also want to marry a rich man."

"I also-"

"Just because her son attends a prestigious private kindergarten doesn't mean she's the one who grabbed a knife with her bare hands and kicked a 'bad guy.'"

"Hilarious! That brutal kick to the 'bad guy'—men really know men well, knowing exactly where to deliver the fatal blow! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

"Jiang Yue's team is so clever. They neither deny nor admit it, so they can steal the credit silently and, if they are discovered, they can openly say that they came out to take the exam."

"@Princess Jiang Yue, stop trying to ride every trending topic."

The discussion is still ongoing on the webpage.

Jiang Yue found the arguments uninteresting. She casually took a picture of her injury and posted it on Weibo, where she would regularly log in and post it.

Jiang Yue's photos of her injuries were so clever that anyone could immediately tell what she was trying to express.

Posting this kind of photo at this time is too much of a coincidence.

The fans were heartbroken and screamed in distress.

Occasionally, there are also sarcastic remarks from those who criticize others:

"If it's not treated soon, it will heal completely."

"Wow, that's some serious cooking skills."

"You're so good, sister. It's a real shame you weren't famous a few years ago. You're such a good actress, how come people still say you're faking it?"

"Is 3 seconds of treatment time enough? Any more than that would be a joke."

The idea of ​​a frail woman, who couldn't even kill a chicken, taking down a burly man over six feet tall and wielding a dagger with her bare hands sounds like a fantasy.

It's outrageous that he opened the door for his outrageous mother; it's outrageous that he's home.

Listen to this yourself, does it even make sense?

Even if fans want to "golden up" their idols, this is not the way to fabricate it! If you exaggerate to the extreme, no one will believe you.

Jiang Yue's fans dared not utter a word before receiving definite news, but they also fiercely told those who mocked and disbelieved them, "Go find whoever said that."

So what if my darling wife posts a picture of her injured hand?

His wife was just being affectionate with her online fans; it had nothing to do with the messy rumors circulating online.

However, the fans were also a little uneasy and didn't dare to believe such a ridiculous news.

This is unimaginable for them as well.

Especially in this era of declining morality, there are countless people who stand by and watch others die without offering help; everyone is a sophisticated egoist who is selfish and self-serving.

They subconsciously felt that there couldn't be anyone so brave and fearless as to disregard their own life and death.

The news has consistently ranked first on the trending searches.

News related to kindergartens always attracts more attention.

Some fans in the group were already getting restless. In order to prevent their beloved wife from being ridiculed for trying to ride the wave of popularity, they diligently refreshed the topic with related media news.

At the same time, he went to Jiang Yue's Weibo comment section to express his concern, "How did my wife's hand get so badly injured, waaaaah."

"My heart aches, but my dick hurts even more."

"You pervert upstairs, kick him out!"

"I advise you not to make things up out of thin air."

"Waaaaah, honey, look at them!"

"Am I the only one who feels sorry for my wife's hands? I can feel her being affectionate with me through the screen, wanting me to comfort her, right, right!"

"How did you get hurt? Did you cook for yourself, baby? Zhou Ji is dead!"

Jiang Yue still replies to comments, although not often, but whenever she is online and has time, she will reply.

If you don't have time, just give a few likes.

My right hand is injured, so I can only use my left hand.

So Jiang Yue liked the comments that she found agreeable, especially the one by Zhou Ji, which was pushed to the top of the comment section.

Very eye-catching.

Jiang Yue was quite idle while working at the Qin family's residence.

There was almost nothing she was asked to do.

Jiang Zhi went home and was attacked with her sour face every day, but he still managed to come to her without changing his expression and help her change her dressing.

With nothing else to do, she opened Zhou Ji's WeChat and, mimicking his words, sent him this message: "You're dead, you're dead."

Zhou Ji had just finished discussing the cooperation with the client and had a moment to look at his phone when he saw this message from her.

It couldn't be more sincere.

It seemed to contain no malice, but was simply her most sincere blessing.

Zhou Ji should have been angry, but looking at the words on the screen, he inexplicably laughed. At first, it was just a faint smile on his lips, but gradually, a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes as well.

She seems to be in a good mood.

The secretary and assistant standing nearby looked on with some surprise.

The gentleman remained calm in the face of adversity, and his emotions were difficult to discern. He rarely showed such obvious joy, making it clear to discerning people that he was in a very good mood.

The people around me have gradually figured out the pattern.

The gentleman only acts this way now when it comes to matters concerning his wife.

Zhou Ji pondered for a moment, then lowered his head and replied earnestly with a few words: 【Is this some new game that requires my cooperation?】

Jiang Yue thought Zhou Ji was a workaholic obsessed with his job, a cunning old-fashioned man who wouldn't understand trendy internet memes, so the princess didn't feel guilty about lying: 【No, that's not it.】

She said: "It's a blessing."

Zhou Ji raised his eyebrows, a slight smile playing on his lips, and chuckled softly. He casually replied with a question mark.

Jiang Yue didn't say anything more.

Continue surfing the internet, browsing for men with questionable morals, and watching palace dramas.

The wound had begun to heal gradually after the medication was applied, but it was still a little painful. At noon, Jiang Zhi appeared in the living room again, carrying the family's first-aid kit.

"It's time to change the medication."

Seeing him, Jiang Yue felt even the mango in front of her lost its flavor. She stared at him intently and asked, "Don't you have to go to school? Aren't you very busy?"

The boy had fine, dark hair hanging down his forehead, and dappled gold light adorned his snow-white skin. He had a straight nose and full, beautiful lips. He pursed his lips and said, "I'm not in a hurry."

He said in a low voice, "Sister, give me your hand."

Jiang Yue paused for a few seconds, then reached out her hand. Once she really turned on someone, her heart was as ruthless as stone: "Don't call me sister, I'm not your sister."

The boy's drooping eyelashes trembled twice. He remained silent, but the fingertips holding her wrist uncontrollably tightened a little too much. He quickly adjusted himself, re-treated her wound, and then added, "It won't leave a scar."

Jiang Yue was taken aback; she didn't care that much about whether or not she would be left with a scar.

However, it's certainly better if no scars are left.

Jiang Yue wasn't blind; she could see that Jiang Zhi's current actions were all aimed at pleasing her and trying to mend their already broken relationship.

But she did nothing.

Why isn't he chasing after the female protagonist he secretly loves like in the original story? Instead, he keeps popping up in front of her to pretend to be a close brother and sister.

Perhaps they once had a bond of mutual dependence.

However, when Jiang Yue thought of the man's cold, indifferent gaze in the finale of her dream, her heart felt like it had been doused with ice water, making it extremely difficult for her to continue treating him as her younger brother without any reservations.

Jiang Yue didn't care about his kindness. She pursed her lips and said, "You don't have to force yourself to be nice to me. You can continue to hate me as before."

She was not the original owner who humbly craved family affection.

Jiang Zhi swallowed hard, silently swallowing the intense bitterness. Every word he uttered seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty: "I don't hate you."