Mengbao Gaoneng: Sweet wife stay safe

Chapter 798 The Attempt
Thinking of this, Jiang Xinru looked out of the window with her face up and covered her raised mouth with her hands.

Unknowingly, the car stopped.

"Miss Jiang, we're here, please come in." Jiang Xinru heard the car door slam open and the old butler's invitation, and she was led into Ji's mansion.

After going around several gates of Ji's mansion, Jiang Xinru was brought into a courtyard. Before Jiang Xinru got close, she saw Ji Songyan who was sitting in a rocking chair and reading a book, with a serious expression and no anger at all.

Ji Songyan didn't look at her, he raised the golden eyes hanging on his nose with his hand and turned a page of the book.

Jiang Xinru didn't dare to act rashly, but just stood still, silent and didn't dare to disturb Ji Songyan.Just like this for a while, just as Jiang Xinru wanted to remind Ji Songyan of his existence, Ji Songyan coughed lightly and closed the book in his hand.

"Chairman Ji?" Jiang Xinru couldn't help but speak.

"Let's talk." Ji Songyan blew and took another sip of tea, raised his eyes to look at her without expression, and quickly put aside, "What's your intention?" Undoubtedly hereditary.

When Ji Songyan looked at her, he almost thought that he was going to stab him. It was just a look, but it contained a lot of lethality.

Jiang Xinru felt a little creepy when Ji Songyan watched her back, and explained in a low voice trembling slightly, "Director Ji Station, what are you talking about, Xinru can't understand you."

Can't understand?
Ji Songyan did indeed send someone to check Jiang Xinru's background, and found that there was nothing wrong with it. She was indeed a businessman's niece, and her background was a bit pitiful.But Ji Songyan didn't believe it. Is such a face really just a coincidence?
Or, is this woman just pretending?
Ji Songyan stood up abruptly and threw the teacup in his hand to the ground. The fragments of the teacup fell on the ground and rolled, making a crisp sound and knocked hard on Jiang Xinru's heart, "Still pretending to be garlic? Why don't you explain it to me, you What is the purpose of this face appearing next to me and Ji Tang and his son!"

Ji Songyan still had no expression on his face but his voice was vicious.

"I... I really don't know what you're talking about!"

The housekeeper at the side looked at the poor girl and was startled and confused. He kindly reminded, "Miss Jiang, you have exactly the same appearance as our late wife, which inevitably makes people suspicious."

Jiang Xinru was so frightened that she shuddered and knelt on the ground suddenly, "Exactly the same? No, how do I know Chairman Ji? Maybe it's a coincidence? I didn't think of it either. The appearance was given by my parents, and I beat my mother's womb." Come out, just like this, you have to believe me, I really don't have any intentions."

Ji Songyan never looked at her for more than five seconds, and Ji Songyan couldn't believe that there are two people in the world who have no blood relationship but look alike.

As soon as he looked at her, he would think of the wife he once loved deeply, that gentle woman, if it wasn't because of her illness, he would not...

Ji Songyan's heart was full of grief for Li Yueqin.

But Ji Songyan is suspicious by nature and doesn't believe Jiang Xinru's one-sided words. This woman must have some intentions.

He looked down at Jiang Xinru who was hanging his head in fear, and his cold voice pierced into Jiang Xinru's ears, "You justify yourself with one-sided words, why should I believe you."

Jiang Xinru looked at the fragments of the teacup on the ground, "Chairman Ji, don't you believe me?"

Ji Songyan snorted coldly.

Jiang Xinru grabbed the fragments of the teacup and stretched it straight to her face, looked directly at Ji Songyan, and said in a crying voice, "Chairman Ji, I know, I know Mrs. Ji is a distinguished person, and I look exactly like your deceased wife. I don’t think I deserve this face. Since you think I’m evil, let this teacup help you ruin my face, anyway, I don’t care, so you’ll be fine if you’re satisfied, right?”

Ji Songyan looked at Jiang Xinru, that clean and white face was nothing like Li Yueqin, Jiang Xinru was kneeling in front of him now.

(End of this chapter)