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She took the things in his hand. They were quite complete. She was already prepared for a few things to be out of stock. She did not expect Jiang Ye to have such connections in Jiang City. It seemed that this frivolous young master was not as useless as the rumors said he was.

This time, he really changed Song Jiaren’s opinion of him.

While Jiang Ye was drinking water, Song Jiaren had already thrown the cast in her hand into the water basin. White smoke kept rising from the steaming water, which made Jiang Ye look over curiously.

Song Jiaren spread everything out on the table. Shortly after, a mask gradually formed in her hand.

The mask, as thin as a cicada’s wing, was very lifelike. Jiang Ye watched in shock as Song Jiaren changed her appearance in front of him. Was this really something that a human could do? Could it be that the art of disguise really existed?

Song Jiaren’s tightly shut eyes slowly opened. Her face had already changed

from a glamorous face to a delicate and angelíc one. Although she was also

very beautiful, she was no longer as feisty-looking as before.

Song Jiaren looked at the mirror and carefully rubbed the edge of the mask. She

could still feel a small gap now. In a few hours, she would be able to

completely integrate it. She looked around and after making sure that there

was no problem, she nodded in satisfaction.

She turned to ask Jiang Ye, “How is it?

Jiang Ye clapped and said, “This is simply a miracle. How did you do it?”

Song Jiaren raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, “Didn’t you see it all?

Jiang Ye smiled in embarrassment. He had always thought that Song Jiaren was

fooling around. He had been busy looking at the bubbling water and hadn’t

seen what she was doing. He regretted it. If he had known, he would have

watched her seriously.

At this time, the sky was already bright. The

uet started in the afternoon.

Seeing his tired face, Song Jiaren urged him to go back and catch up on his

sleep.

When the two of them woke up again, it was about time. The gown that Jiang

Ye had bought was also sent over. The two of them ate a simple meal and

changed into the gown before setting off for the Jiang family.

At the entrance of the Jiang family’s banquet.

Song Jiaren, who was dressed in a white gauze dress and had her arm around

Jiang Ye, who was in a black suit, was standing at the door. There were various

luxury cars parked at the door. Many of the car plate numbers were those of

political celebrities. From this, it could be seen that the Jiang family was

extremely powerful in Jiang City.

Song Jiaren’s heart sank. How did her mother get involved with such a family?

And what was that jade pendant? Why were so many people fighting over it?

What did it represent?

She took a deep breath and suppressed these questions in her heart. Sooner or

later, she would solve the mystery.

Jiang Ye looked down at her with gentle eyes. He made a gentlemanly gesture

and said, “Let’s go in.”

Song Jiaren nodded and the two of them entered the Jiang family’s home.

Jiang Ye’s family was nothing to the Jiang family’s main family, so not many

people noticed them when they entered the banquet. Song Jiaren was very

satisfied with this. This situation was just right for her to find Song Meiyu’s

whereabouts. The moment they entered the banquet, the two of them found a

small corner to stand in.

Jiang Ye pointed at the person in the center of the crowd and deliberately

lowered his voice to introduce him to Song Jing “Look at the old man in the

middle. He’s the Old Master of the Jiang family. The person standing beside

him is his son, the current head of the Jiang family. However, the Jiang family

is still controlled by Old Master Jiang. His son is just a puppet, but Mr. Jiang is

famous for being a filial son.”

Song Jiaren held a glass of wine in her hand and shook it gently. When she

heard this, she looked over and happened to see the man in his forties or fifties

being scolded by his father in front of everyone. However, he lowered his head

and did not dare to saya word. Song Jiaren raised her eyebrows. It seemed like

the relationship between this tather and son was not good.

Although Mr. Jiang was very gentle and accepting of old Master Jiang’s

scolding and looked like a filial son, there was a flaw in his gentleness. If their

relationship was really good, upon facing a father who humiliated them in

public, any normal son would be angry or unwilling to accept it, but he endured

it.

It was this perfection that exposed him. Song Jiaren’s gaze turned to the man

standing beside Mr. Jiang. He was Jiang Zhe, whom she had seen before. She

touched the disguise on her face. Fortunately, she was prepared.