Chapter 154 A Villain with a Sense of Rules
The next morning, the extended van drove out of the park.
In the car, Madam Jiang asked with a smile, "Don't I need to make my face look paler?"
Tu Yao shook her head: "It's not necessary."
"And you don't have to stagger along?"
Tu Yao said helplessly, "No, it's not necessary."
"One or two obvious pieces of evidence may spark speculation, but too much evidence seems too deliberate."
Madam Jiang's smile widened.
Perhaps it's been far too long since I've experienced the feeling of being cared for and loved.
In just one night, she transformed from a strong and aloof woman to someone who knew how to back down and advance, and she began to rely on Tu Yao with complete confidence.
But even though the atmosphere was relaxed at first, the smile on the old lady's face gradually faded as they drove further.
Today is the anniversary of her daughter's death.
...It was the anniversary of her daughter's family's death.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at an art center in downtown Yanjing, where the auction was held on the third floor.
All the members of the Jiang family tacitly waited at the door beforehand, their probing gazes fixed intently on the car.
It's here!
The car door slowly opened, revealing Madam Jiang's face, which was as aged and stern as ever.
When someone tried to help her up, the old lady gave them a sharp look, and they immediately stopped.
Immediately afterwards, in full view of everyone, a girl got off the car and steadily took her arm.
The old man and the child walked straight in.
They didn't even glance at them.
The Jiang family members all had stiff expressions.
He couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "The old lady doesn't look like she's about to die!"
Jiang San snorted, "The old lady values Jiang Fengchun's death anniversary the most. She attends the event in person every year. One year, she insisted on being discharged from the hospital even though she had a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius."
He acted as if nothing had happened.
That's why he often said that the fate of Jiang Fengchun's family was extended by her; she was incredibly resilient.
"He's probably just putting on a brave face again this time."
Someone muttered quietly, "But this is too normal. He looks more energetic than me!"
"wrong……"
Jiang Peng slowly shook his head.
“She didn’t bring Jiang Liqing with her today. Go and find out where Jiang Liqing went.”
...
On the other side, people came up to nod to Madam Jiang along the way, and their gazes naturally drifted to Tu Yao beside her.
He quickly looked away.
It's no secret that the old lady has a girl by her side.
As Tu Yao walked, she said softly, "Uncle Butler and Mr. Cormier should be at the hospital by now. He will arrange a month's worth of daily care for you. I will go with you after the auction ends."
“You called a doctor last night and specially changed my seat and brought me to the auction. They think you are in a hurry to push me out as the heir because of your health.”
"But you look perfectly healthy today, so they'll start to wonder if you're actually sick."
“Jiang Peng is the most observant; he would notice when the housekeeper is missing.”
"Once he finds out what the housekeeper is doing, he'll probably be able to deduce that you're a 'patient' now."
Such repeated repetitions of seemingly true yet false and obscure "truths" are most likely to convince suspicious people.
Madam Jiang sighed, "...You've only met Jiang Peng twice, yet you know how to deal with him and how to manipulate his emotions?"
Tu Yao paused for a moment, then said, "...just a little bit."
“I’ve never done anything like this before, but since it was my idea, I will take responsibility for it.”
She looked up and said earnestly, "Thank you for trusting me too."
It's amazing that this old lady in front of me trusts her completely.
Therefore, she must work hard to live up to her trust.
Looking into her bright eyes, Madam Jiang felt as if her heart had been stabbed, and she suddenly staggered.
Tu Yao was startled: "What's wrong?!"
The old lady frowned.
The next second, he waved his hand, regained his composure, and said softly, "It's nothing..."
"It's probably because I remembered that the last person who said they would take responsibility for me was my daughter."
Tu Yao lowered her eyes.
She said slowly, "...I don't know if Cormier has told you that more than 20 years ago, I had an abdominal surgery. At that time, there was a collaboration, and Jiang Peng was eager to attend in my place."
At that time, the Chiang family had just stabilized, the board of directors was reshuffled, and the Chiang family members were expelled from the board one by one. There were no new people to take over, and she had no one to use.
At this moment, Jiang Peng was eager to attend in her place, but everyone knew that if he succeeded in the negotiations, the hard-won situation would tilt again.
Just then, an eighteen-year-old girl, looking at her with the same firmness and fearlessness, took over the heavy responsibility from her hands.
After securing the contract, they quickly relinquished control.
She had no desire to fight; she simply wanted to protect her mother.
Madam Jiang regained her balance and patted her hand: "Xiao Mao, I don't see you as a consolation for losing Feng Chun. You and she are two independent people."
"But you're all smart kids, and I always think of her..."
The two walked to the main seat in the center, and Madam Jiang sat down slowly.
Tu Yao carefully reviewed the whole process and felt something was missing. "Let me get you another blanket!"
After Tu Yao left, Madam Jiang looked ahead and suddenly reached out her hand, slowly moving it towards her abdomen.
A few beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
...
On the second floor, Jiang San, who had been monitoring the entire time, suddenly slammed his hand on the railing!
He yelled into the earpiece, "She's faking it! The old lady was definitely faking it!"
The person on the other end of the line who received the message immediately asked, "What do you mean, 'pretending'? Is the old lady faking illness?"
"He's faking it!"
"She almost lost her balance just now! Although she immediately stood up again, I saw it!"
"Tu Xiaomao has gone to get the blanket! The auction hall was set to a constant temperature early this morning, and the old lady actually used a blanket!"
Jiang San's tone betrayed his barely suppressed excitement.
Having obtained such meticulously pieced-together "evidence" made him feel like he had become a bit smarter.
Meanwhile, Jiang Peng also found out about the news.
"Jiang Liqing underwent a one-month treatment at Yanjing Central Hospital in the name of Cormier."
Someone immediately scoffed: "Cormier, that foreigner, is as strong as an ox. He held eight concerts around the world without any problems, but he needs to recuperate as soon as he gets back home?"
"The old lady was really desperate; she actually used him as a shield."
"A whole month has passed; I'm afraid this illness is incurable!"
After so many years, we've finally waited for this day!
The group of people became more and more excited as they talked.
In the auction hall, upon hearing this, Jiang Peng's eyes flickered slightly. He twirled the prayer beads in his hand, then suddenly turned and left.
"Hey, where are you going!"
Jiang San shook his head sarcastically: "Never mind, he's probably gone to burn incense again."
Jiang Peng was more quick-witted than them, but he suddenly became superstitious more than ten years ago. He would burn incense from time to time, and his body always smelled of sandalwood, which was irritating.
He turned to them and warned, "Keep your voices down, don't let anyone else know!"
"There's another negotiation with the Lin family in a couple of days that requires the old lady's involvement. If word gets out that she's ill, things will get complicated."
Everyone immediately fell silent.
No one understood better than them that while they feared Madam Jiang's tenacious will to live, they also needed her health and her presence to intimidate others.
...
Meanwhile, Tu Yao ran downstairs, grabbed a blanket, and walked back, continuing to ponder what else she could do.
As I passed by a reception room, I took a sniff and was immediately hit by a strong sandalwood scent and a smoky aroma!
Tu Yao stumbled backward, covering her stinging nose.
Who is it?! Burning down a house here!
She instinctively leaned closer.
In the midst of swirling smoke, a middle-aged man in a suit bowed devoutly before a row of statues and a long, thin incense stick.
Tu Yao's gaze slowly moved upwards. Jiang Peng?
Having confirmed the old lady's illness, his next step should be to prepare to seize power.
So now it's about burning incense before doing bad things?
And you've bowed so many times in a row?!
...What a well-behaved villain!
Tu Yao hugged the blanket, preparing to leave.
etc……
...Something seems off.
Tu Yao stepped back, took out her phone, took a picture of the row of statues, and then searched for the information.
"Who's outside!"
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