Chapter 5
Chapter 5
"Very good, it's the look I need you to achieve."
Han Rong arrived at the reception room at some point. After carefully inspecting Jiang Mingyue's outfit from head to toe, he acknowledged the stylist's efforts.
The stylist hurriedly brought over a new suit: "Mr. Han, you also need a styling."
"Mm." Han Rong calmly agreed, and a group of assistants immediately came up to fix his hair and change his clothes.
The wealthy are the true beneficiaries of luxury goods.
Jiang Mingyue shrugged inwardly.
She walked up to Han Rong, leaned comfortably against the desk, tugged at her overly conservative lace half-sleeve, and asked, "Am I going to dress like a conservative, demure young lady tonight?"
“You’re very smart.” Han Rong nodded in agreement with Jiang Mingyue’s guess. After looking her over a few more times, he frowned in displeasure and instructed her, “You should act more nervous, instead of taking it so for granted.”
"Because I went from a girl in financial trouble to a rich heiress? Mr. Han, you think too highly of yourself. Although it's a bit ridiculous to tell you 'wealth cannot corrupt,' I really don't think there's anything about a ruthless businessman who 'abandons his newborn daughter when she doesn't need to come home and affect his business empire, and then uses his misfortunes to manipulate her with money when he needs to.' That's why I feel uneasy or respect him." Jiang Mingyue glanced at the stylist team, who seemed to have no presence but were actually eavesdropping on their conversation, and deliberately exposed the secret that Han Rong was trying to hide.
Han Rong quickly discerned the truth from Jiang Mingyue's words.
He said confidently, "You know we've known about you for a long time."
Jiang Mingyue added with a smile: "Not only Mr. Han and Ms. Wang Mei, but also your two little Mr. Hans and your daughter. Your whole family of five knows about my existence and often peeks into my life. The objects of my contempt include your entire family."
Wow, I actually heard such exciting secrets about wealthy families while getting my hair done! This life is worth it!
The stylist's eyes widened.
Han Rong declined to comment on his wife and children's reactions, but he was surprised that Jiang Mingyue had discovered his existence: "I've only visited you twice in person."
Jiang Mingyue raised her index finger: "A wealthy businessman gave a lecture at the school, repeatedly emphasizing the importance of studying for success, but instead of caring about the top student in the school, he kept praising the pretty girl who was assigned to lead the dance. You know, this kind of behavior is quite noticeable. The teachers specifically told me to stay away from you, because there are many 'old perverts' and 'damn pedophiles' in society."
Jiang Mingyue waved her hand and laughed heartily.
She quickly changed her expression and raised her second finger: "You appeared the second time on the day I received my college entrance exam acceptance letter. I was saying goodbye to my classmates when your luxury car stopped at the school gate for about two minutes. Although the window was only half down, my eyesight is very good, and I saw your face clearly."
Jiang Mingyue didn't stop there. She bluntly exposed the spying behavior of the remaining members of the Han family: "Ms. Wang Mei likes to pay attention to details. No matter if it's a big exam or a small exam, she will personally appear at school wearing sunglasses and a scarf wrapped around her head to ask the teachers of each subject about my grades. Of course, she asks about them as an afterthought, on the side, to find out about Han Jialan's grades."
Jiang Mingyue's description was so vivid that Han Rong listened with great interest. He glanced at his watch and, seeing that there was still time, he added to Wang Mei's defense: "My wife is rather simple-minded and not very good at concealing her actions."
"Heh." Mingyue let out a short chuckle, her voice full of sarcasm towards Han Rong's words. "I agree with your statement, Mr. Han. Ms. Wang is indeed too bad at pretending."
Han Rong pressed further: "For example?"
Jiang Mingyue stopped laughing and crossed her arms: "In high school, although Han Jialan and I were classmates, we were in different classes, and we didn't even really know each other. Because Ms. Wang Mei always used Han Jialan to inquire about me, the homeroom teacher of the next class always suspected that I had formed a clique to bully Han Jialan—God knows how a little girl like me, whose father had passed away and whose mother was busy searching for her biological daughter, could bully a rich girl who was always surrounded by a group of friends."
She pointed out the problem sharply: "Is it just because I'm more popular with my classmates?"
Jiang Mingyue rolled her eyes, unable to bear it any longer.
Even if she lived a lifetime, she would never understand this matter.
Han Rong thought about the differences between the two girls and objectively commented, "Jia Lan's appearance and personality are indeed not as good as yours."
In public, Han Jialan has a rather quiet image; to put it nicely, this is called gentle and calm; to put it bluntly, she is introverted and not good with words.
Jiang Mingyue nodded indifferently and continued, "As for those three children, I sincerely suggest that you consider having a few more. Raise a few more; your two sons are both useless."
Han Rong was quite satisfied with his eldest son.
This time, it was his turn to be surprised by Jiang Mingyue's evaluation.
What do you think is wrong with them?
Jiang Mingyue said bluntly, "Your eldest son arrogantly warned me that people are born into different classes. Your youngest son tried to lead a group of people under the age of fourteen to beat me up, and even arrogantly said that the law cannot punish minors. Their crazy behavior was because your adopted daughter cried and said that the short play I performed with my classmates at the school's art performance was more popular than her solo dance."
Several stylists and styling assistants nearby couldn't help but show strange expressions.
Han Rong sat up straight, his expression turning serious: "I will have someone investigate what happened back then."
It would be best if no visual or photographic evidence was left behind, otherwise it would cause a very serious damage to Han's reputation.
Jiang Mingyue patted Han Rong on the shoulder in a disrespectful manner: "I still appreciate Ms. Wang Mei's care."
Han Rong was a little troubled: "What else has my wife done?"
Jiang Mingyue smiled and said, "Ms. Wang Mei arranged for a housekeeper across the hall so that I could always have a hot meal after my evening self-study session. This saved my mother a lot of trouble, and I am very grateful."
Han Rong suddenly said, "You've always called her 'Ms. Wang Mei,' why not Mrs. Han?"
Jiang Mingyue answered matter-of-factly: "She did these things out of a mother's guilt for abandoning her biological daughter; she is, of course, Wang Mei herself."
"You're too opinionated; you need to change that," Han Rong commented.
What he didn't say was that since she was so opinionated, she was not easy to control, and the Han family girl was only useful for marriage alliances. His previous decision to give up on Jiang Mingyue was correct.
Jiang Mingyue understood Han Rong's hidden meaning, curled her lip, and retorted bluntly: "Mr. Han, don't worry, even now I have no intention of returning to the Han family. I'm a normal person and I don't like staying in an environment of hypocrisy and malice."
Even though the entire Han family knew that the two families had switched the babies, they deliberately pretended that nothing had happened, causing Liang Shuanglan to travel all over the country in her sixties to search for her biological daughter, and also causing Jiang Mingyue to lack family care during such a crucial period as high school.
Jiang Mingyue said with a smile, "I am very grateful," after realizing the hypocrisy of the Han family, which doubled the irony.
Every word she uttered was a sarcastic jab at the hypocrisy and shamelessness of the Han family.
Han Rong's face darkened: "Enough."
Jiang Mingyue straightened up from her desk and deliberately bowed to Han Rong: "Mr. Han, you paid three million to have me win Fu Qian's heart tonight. I'll make sure you feel it was worth it."
After she finished speaking, she lowered her hands, and her posture changed subtly. The toes of her feet, which had been firmly supporting her on the ground, turned slightly inward, her straight back relaxed, her head drooped slightly, and her hands were clasped together, sometimes in front of her and sometimes behind her, as if she didn't know where to put her hands.
It's just like a little white flower feeling anxious in an unfamiliar environment.
Han Rong was very displeased with Jiang Mingyue's unruly attitude; but now that she had suddenly put on such a naive and unsophisticated act, Han Rong was even more uncomfortable.
This posture and expression made Han Rong unable to help but think of his other daughter at home—Han Jialan, who was a typical girl who was not good at socializing. Over the years, she had always been very uncomfortable in crowded places.
Han Rong even felt that Jiang Mingyue's current expression and actions were a second time she was scolding him.
But it must be said that Jiang Mingyue's current image perfectly matches his requirements.
A beautiful yet anxious young girl desperately needs the rescue of a hero or knight. Fu Qian would be even more excited and have an even stronger urge to save his beloved if he saw her.
Han Rong coldly assessed the situation in his mind.
After the chat, the stylist finally smoothed out the last wrinkle on Han Rong's suit.
Han Rong extended his arm to Jiang Mingyue: "It's time to go. Stay the way you are."
They still used the private elevator and rode in the same car that had brought Jiang Mingyue.
Han Rong didn't speak to Jiang Mingyue along the way, and Jiang Mingyue showed no intention of communicating with him. Through Jiang Mingyue's pointed remarks, she had transformed her image from "completely becoming Han Rong's puppet" to "only allowing Fu Qian to show his infatuation with her at the party."
Jiang Mingyue was engrossed in texting Liang Shuanglan on her phone.
Jiang Mingyue and Liang Shuanglan exchanged caring words back and forth, saying whatever they wanted without restraint. This was completely different from their confrontation with Han Rong, who was forced to listen to their conversation and became increasingly agitated.
Finally arriving at the party location, Han Rong breathed a sigh of relief and coldly ordered, "Put your phone in your handbag. Don't let me see you taking out this junk at the banquet."
Jiang Mingyue obediently put her phone into her handbag.
As soon as she got out of the car, a spacious front yard came into Jiang Mingyue's view. She recognized it as the old house of the Fu family in the old town of Ningcheng.
It turns out that tonight's party was hosted by the Fu family. Bringing her here directly to introduce her identity was indeed a bold but effective occasion.
Unfortunately, she wouldn't do everything according to Han Rong's wishes.
As soon as she stood still, Jiang Mingyue clutched her lower abdomen, her legs trembling as she cried out in a trembling voice, "I'm so nervous! My stomach hurts, I have to go to the toilet right away!"
Why go to the toilet!
The first thing to do when you arrive at the Fu family banquet is to go to the toilet. Is there anything more embarrassing?
Han Rong cursed inwardly.
But the highlight tonight is Han Rong personally bringing Jiang Mingyue out, allowing Fu Qian to see another trump card of the Han family right away.
Therefore, he couldn't leave Jiang Mingyue behind and go into the arena alone.
Han Rong took a deep breath and, with unusual patience, instructed, "Come with me, I'll take you to the restroom. Come back quickly, don't think that wasting time will help."
Upon entering the restroom, Jiang Mingyue saw her own smug smile in the mirror.
She spread her fingers, letting the eyebrow trimmer blade fall onto her handbag, then pinched the blade to cut off the eyelash lace above her shoulders.
Jiang Mingyue turned around in front of the mirror—her neck, collarbone, and shoulders, which had been covered by the dress, were able to breathe again under the light, and her fair skin made people squint.
It completely unleashed the youthful sexiness that had been overly suppressed before.
Very good visual effect—the kind that mothers-in-law hate the most.
Jiang Mingyue threw the razor blade into the wastebasket, washed her hands, and left the restroom.
When Han Rong saw Jiang Mingyue's changed dress, he was so angry that he stopped breathing: "Your outfit will disrupt my plans."
"But it will also make Mrs. Fu more directly aware of how infatuated her son is with me." Jiang Mingyue walked past Han Rong and took the lead into the venue, looking happy. "If you didn't bring any other dresses, then you'd better not criticize what I'm wearing now."
There wasn't enough time for her to go back and change her clothes.
Han Rong closed his eyes in annoyance.
Jiang Mingyue stopped, flashed Han Rong a standard smile with eight teeth, and deliberately said in a high-pitched, coquettish voice, "Mr. Han, if you don't hurry up, I'll go and introduce you to Mrs. Fu myself."
Han Rong could only keep up with Jiang Mingyue's pace.
He underestimated this girl tonight. Although Han Jialan is clumsy, she is still easier to control than the child he raised.
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