[As the beautiful mother said, just donate it to the museum and see how she ends up. ]

[It’s clearly a product sold at Yiwu Small Commodity Market for 10 yuan for three pairs, and it’s not even as expensive as the box it came in.]

"Your brother-in-law bought it at a foreign auction. If we donate it to the museum, he will think that we don't like the things he gave us. That's not good," Jiang Zhuxin said as she forced the box into Song Li's hand.

Unable to refuse, Song Li had to turn to Fu Qingru for help. Fu Qingru stepped forward and took the box.

She wanted to see what it was.

You don’t know until you see it, and it’s really just as Shen Yue said.

Kingfisher feathers are a type of jewelry that is made by gluing the colorful feathers of kingfishers onto jewelry. It is known for its bright and lively colors. However, not only are the feathers of Jiang Zhuxin's earrings made of synthetic fibers, but even the gold, silver and pearls are fake.

Fu Qingru sighed speechlessly. The brainless bastard must have been deceived. She didn't want to expose her in front of everyone, so she said:

"Just keep it, my aunt gave it to you! No need to be polite to her."

Song Li thanked him tactfully, but he didn't expect that the little ancestor would be unhappy.

[What are you accepting? People are giving you something worth two or three dollars in exchange for a favor, and you are sticking your neck out to be taken advantage of? I am so angry. ]

System: [Your grandmother should have noticed this from her expression.]

[That's right, you thought she was innocent and was deceived, but in fact, she did it on purpose. ]

Fu Qing looked at Jiang Zhuxin subconsciously. Was it intentional? Impossible!

[My dear grandmother! You treat her as your sister, but she treats you as a joke, do you know that? ]

[She had already heard about you finding my beautiful mother, and she even laughed at you in the circle of rich ladies.]

[She said that your arrogance and domineering behavior finally paid off. Even if you find your daughter, she will be a second-hand commodity who was divorced by her husband's family because she couldn't give birth to a son and has a burden.]

[She also said that she had already inquired about it and found out that your daughter was eager to marry a vegetative patient to bring good luck, and she shamelessly flattered her husband for five years, but in the end, her husband dumped her.]

[I can tell at a glance that your daughter has a bad fate, yet you treat her like a treasure and keep her in the confinement center, not letting anyone see her.]

[Giving the right pair of inexpensive earrings is a good idea because my beautiful mother has never seen the market and believes everything she says. She won’t doubt that the item is worthless. Even if she doubts, it’s because she doubts that her temperament is not worthy of such a good item.]

Fu Qingru didn't believe that Jiang Zhuxin, who was closer to her than a real sister, would say such words, but she was still so angry that she realized for the first time that "furious" was a very subtle adjective.

She was about to explode, but Jiang Zhuxin was still provoking her, "Yes, Yingying, don't be polite to your aunt. I have a matching necklace. I will give it to you tomorrow."

Fu Qingru threw the box into Jiang Zhu's arms without any hesitation. "What are you showing off, you bastard? What's the point of giving my daughter a worthless thing?"

"..." Jiang Zhuxin was so frightened that she was stunned. "Sister, I came here in a hurry today and didn't prepare anything. If you think the gift is too shabby, I can prepare something else. Why are you so angry?"

"Is it a matter of whether it's shabby or not? This thing of yours is totally fake. You look down on my daughter and can't tell the real thing from the fake when you look at her, right?"

"I... am innocent!" Jiang Zhuxin stuttered and argued, "How could it be? I... don't know..."

Fu Qingru interrupted impatiently, "Several sisters in the circle told me that you knew I had found Yingying a long time ago.

She also said that you compared Yingying to your Shen Ciqing, saying that Yingying had a bad fate, married a not-so-good person, and now she is divorced and has a burden."

"..." Jiang Zhuxin's mind flashed through countless names of old sisters. All of them might have leaked the secret, but none of them could have, because they all hated Fu Qingru, who was high and mighty and had a happy family.

Seeing her expression of being struck by lightning, Fu Qingru continued: "You said that I was better than you in everything. Finally, I have a daughter who is ten thousand times worse than your daughter Shen Ciqing. This is my retribution."

Jiang Zhuxin: ...

That's exactly what she said.

Although it was the truth, she could not admit it. Jiang Zhu was so anxious that she stamped her feet. "They are too much. How could they wrongly accuse me like this?"

Crowd: Unjust? Really? I don't believe it.

It is necessary to teach her a lesson on sincerity.

It was so fast that before Jiang Zhuxin could even think of how to argue next, the surveillance video of the gathering of the wealthy ladies' circle that day was sent to Fu Qingru's mobile phone.

Perhaps because of the issue of portrait rights, the people in the video are blurred, but the audio is very clear.

After more than thirty years of friendship, let alone blurring the eyes, even if they were turned into ashes, she could still recognize which one was Jiang Zhuxin.

Fu Qingru showed her the video, "What else do you have to say?"

Jiang Zhuxin cursed in her heart which bastard dared to tell Fu Qingru about this and let her know who it was who would skin her alive.

But she still smiled and said, "Sister, it's a misunderstanding. I drank too much that day and my mind was not clear. Those sons of bitches deliberately led me astray."

"..." Fu Qingru looked at her with half-closed eyes, and it was unclear whether she believed it or not.

"Sister, you know me. Don't you always say that I'm good in every way except that I can't change my habit of showing off?

I drank too much that day, and they started comparing you to me, saying that I was not as good as them in every way. When I got drunk, I started talking about Yingying.

They just can't stand our good relationship and deliberately try to sow discord between us.

Sister, I know I was wrong."

[Just because I was drunk and framed is the end? 】

[When you were drunk, why didn't you say bad things about your mother and your daughter? When you were drunk, why didn't you say that you should divide your daughter's dowry among them? ]

【These are just excuses.】

Crowd: We can all prove this, being drunk is just an excuse.

Bricklayer Lao Yu: That's right. I've summarized it before. When I'm drunk, I only beat my wife and not my mother. When I'm drunk, I dare to scold my wife but not my boss. When I'm drunk, I don't look for ugly people when I have sex...

All in all, being drunk is the best excuse.

…

Jiang Zhuxin is a petty bourgeois person, and many of her behaviors are indeed annoying, but she is also stupid and can easily be taken advantage of for petty gains.

Fu Qingru still felt that her little granddaughter didn't know Jiang Zhuxin well enough and misunderstood her.

Recalling that Shen Yue also used to hate her biological father Yan Nanchuan, but later Yan Nanchuan bribed her with money, and the little girl no longer hated him.

Things are easy to do when you are attracted by money.

Fu Qingru deliberately pushed her on the head again, but in fact she was explaining to her granddaughter, "You bastard, you can't drink much and you get crazy when you drink too much. Don't you know what's wrong with you?

When you're drunk, you say there's nothing wrong with me, because we're friends for life.

But you are not talking about my daughter. You must pay some blood to apologize to my daughter and granddaughter."

Jiang Zhuxin said cheerfully, "No problem. Come with me to my storeroom later. You can pick whatever goodies the Yu family sent you. Yingying and my little granddaughter will each receive two."

Fu Qingru looked at her little granddaughter, and the look in her eyes meant, are you satisfied now?

Seeing that her little granddaughter was spitting out little bubbles of milk from her mouth and didn't say anything else, Fu Qingru finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Who knew that the little ancestor would become dissatisfied again the next second.