Jiang Yilai had heard these shameless words at least three times, but each time she heard them, she felt a pang of emotion.
How can there be such shameless people in the world?
Jiang Yilai looked at him seriously: "Jiang Weijie, am I really your biological son?"
Jiang Weijie was taken aback: "Of course you..."
Jiang Yilai is very disappointed.
She shook her head: "You can keep these words to yourself, but don't disgust me anymore. If marrying your daughter to a person in a vegetative state is your fatherly love, then wouldn't my sacrifice for my father make me the greatest filial son in the world?"
Jiang Yilai bluntly stated: "You tricked me into marrying Fu Nanxiao, so that once he dies, Fu Junhao will inherit the Fu family business, and Jiang Lezhen will become the president's wife. As for me, your widowed cousin-in-law who has been used to her fullest potential, I will naturally be kicked out of the house."
“You have indeed planned for my future, arranged everything for me clearly, and even found a buyer for me after I become a widow.”
"Let me think, who was it again?" Jiang Yilai raised an eyebrow, pretending to recall: "Oh right, it's Mr. Li from Hong Kong, an old widower in his sixties whose five wives all died tragically and who has a bunch of illegitimate children."
Jiang Weijie stared in disbelief: "You, you..."
How does she know everything?
Jiang Yilai gave a sarcastic smirk.
Even though a month has passed, she still feels a chill run down her spine when she thinks about what she heard back then.
Jiang Yilai stood up with her bag, looking down at Jiang Weijie: "You're right about one thing. No matter what happens, you are my biological father. So, I married Fu Nanxiao to repay the tadpole you contributed, the tuition and living expenses from childhood to adulthood, and the rent for living in the Jiang family for more than ten years."
"I don't owe you anything anymore." Jiang Yilai's eyes held sarcasm and indifference, but no sadness.
Jiang Weijie was both surprised and embarrassed.
Seeing that Jiang Yilai was about to leave, he instinctively called out to her.
"etc!"
Jiang Weijie gritted his teeth, as if he had made a huge decision: "Your mother did leave you something!"
...
Back at the Fu family home, Jiang Yilai was still a little dazed.
As she was changing her shoes, Uncle Liu came up to her and said, "Madam, you're finally back!"
Jiang Yilai nodded haphazardly.
Uncle Liu raised his voice, beaming, "Madam, you must be tired. The kitchen has prepared your favorite dishes!"
Even though Jiang Yilai had something on her mind, she noticed that Uncle Liu was acting strangely.
He seemed overly enthusiastic.
Perhaps her doubts were too obvious, so Uncle Liu moved closer to her and whispered, "We have guests at home."
What does this have to do with her?
Even if there are guests, they should be looking for Fu Nanxiao.
Jiang Yilai changed her shoes and walked into the living room. When she saw the person on the sofa, she instantly understood Uncle Liu's strange behavior.
A woman was sitting on the sofa. The room was very warm, so she was only wearing a white shirt and jeans. Her simple outfit looked very refreshing in the dreary winter.
The woman's slightly wavy black hair fell over her chest. She had an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and a delicate nose. Her expression carried a hint of innocence, making her look pure and lovely—the quintessential first love face.
Jiang Yilai recognized her immediately: the big star Feng Chuchu.
In that instant, a flood of news flashed through her mind.
Finally, the scene freezes on the last title: Feng Chuchu reluctantly gives up her career and leaves for another place.
This love belongs to Fu Nanxiao.
At this moment, Feng Chuchu looked at her, her expression somewhat complicated: "You're Jiang Yilai?"
Jiang Yilai did not ignore the hostility in her eyes.
She looked at Feng Chuchu and suddenly smiled: "Hello."
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