Chapter 11

Chapter 11: If You Didn’t Look Exactly Like My Dad

Jiang Mei Ling was so angry she almost wanted to tear that bitch apart. How could she be so good at taking advantage of the situation and dragging it back onto her? Now it all looked like it was Jiang Mei Ling’s fault.

And she couldn’t even argue back. If she did, Jiang Shi Yue would look even more wronged. She had sounded like she truly meant well and was trying to explain for her.

But Jiang Shi Yue still wasn’t finished. She continued in that crisp voice, “Dad, I really did go see my brother. You also know that my maternal grandfather left his estate for my brother to inherit. The sooner he gets better, the sooner he can take over. Then he can work together with Dad, and the two of you can unite and make our family stronger.”

At the end, her tone lifted a little, like she was picturing a loving father and son, and a whole family living happily together.

Jiang Meng Qing froze, and his expression turned ugly in an instant. It was true. Before that old man died, he left the most important assets to Jiang Han Sheng, which kept Jiang Meng Qing from taking over openly and properly.

Jiang Shi Yue’s words stabbed straight into the sore spot deep in his heart.

But what surprised him even more was that Jiang Shi Yue would say something like this. He studied her, as if he felt his eldest daughter was not quite the same as before, yet he couldn’t explain why.

And he had no reason to keep scolding her now. If he did, it would only make him look petty and lacking in grace.

In the end, he let out a cold snort, impatient in every word. “Just remember that. The Jiang Family didn’t raise you for nothing. Next time I’ll find a chance to let you meet Young Master Zhou.” He headed toward the living room as he spoke, not even wanting to look at Jiang Shi Yue again.

Jiang Shi Yue sighed. [If you didn’t look exactly like my dad, I’d really want to bash your head in.]

She smiled at Chen Xue Ru and Jiang Mei Ling. “Aunt Ru, Mei Ling, I’m going upstairs to rest.”

But when she passed Jiang Mei Ling, she deliberately lowered her voice, her tone filled with real concern. “Mei Ling, earlier today I think someone was following me. I got so scared that I called the police right away. The police officer said they work in gangs, and they’ll follow the trail and catch them all. So, Mei Ling, you really have to be careful.”

Her eyes were full of worry. Her clear gaze stared straight at Jiang Mei Ling, and for some reason, Jiang Mei Ling’s heart thumped hard. A chill spread through her.

It had to be an illusion.

That idiot definitely didn’t know anything. And even if she did know, she wouldn’t dare do anything to her.

Jiang Mei Ling steadied herself and spoke in a sweet, weak voice. “Thank you, Sister. I understand.” In the angle Jiang Shi Yue couldn’t see, she clenched her fingers hard. Her delicate features looked a little twisted.

Jiang Shi Yue’s room was not exactly small, but it looked a bit plain. Of course, that fit her place in the family.

Still, it was very clean. You could barely see a speck of dust. The Jiang Shi Yue in this Parallel Time-Space was the kind of girl who loved cleanliness. Even if life was tight, she still carried herself with calm dignity.

After a brief pause, Jiang Shi Yue curled her lips and stood in front of the full-length mirror. The girl in the mirror was not unfamiliar at all. She was familiar beyond familiar.

Her clothes, her hairstyle, her height – she was exactly the same as herself in her original world. Not even a tiny difference.

The girl in the mirror was at that peach-ripe age, youthful and full. Her nose was neat and straight, her lips bright red, and her clear almond eyes blinked softly. Her long lashes fluttered, and her skin seemed a shade paler than most people’s.

She looked sweet and lovable, the kind of face that made people like her the moment they met.

It made you want to reach out and ruffle her hair.