As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked.
All those who wanted the truth were stunned.
Jiang Sheng... isn't she from the Jiang family? So who is she? Is he a fake daughter who is even more fake than Jiang Chenghuan?
Mrs. Jiang stood there stunned, Jiang Jizu frowned, and everyone in the second room pursed their lips.
Only the person involved looked ahead in confusion, "Then who am I? Am I going to have no father or grandmother again?"
The days of family love are short-lived after all.
Mrs. Jiang came back to her senses and hugged the beady little girl suddenly, "You are my dear, the daughter grandma raised. Even if you are not, grandma still wants you."
Jiang Sheng shrank and snuggled up to her, tightly grasping the hem of her clothes.
"Mr. Liao, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense." Jiang Jizu shouted coldly, "Don't try to get away with it in this way."
"Exonerated?" Ms. Liao smiled, feeling like a broken pot. "What crime am I guilty of? I just threw away an imposter child and brought my niece."
"Yes, my sister and I have a normal relationship, but Jiang Chenghuan is also the blood of my Liao family, and this child," she pointed at Jiang Sheng, "has nothing to do with me."
Her tone was so confident that everyone was stunned.
Only Jiang Jizu felt extremely distressed and stood in front of Jiang Sheng.
"Chenghuan's life in the Jiang family is so difficult. I don't want to tell my children and make my children sad." Ms. Liao looked like she was crazy, "You insisted on forcing me to tell you. It was you who forced me!"
The adults were all still immersed in shock, only Jiang Chengyu showed his jagged teeth, "What evidence do you have, why is my sister not of Jiang family blood?"
Yeah, where's the evidence?
Ms. Liao said that Jiang Sheng is not from the Jiang family, so Jiang Sheng is not from the Jiang family.
The wife of the second wife said that Jiang Chengyu was a fake, and she would be able to see the truth when she comes back.
Everything must be based on evidence. This is true for the Jiang family, and it should be true for the Liao family.
"Evidence?" Mrs. Liao smiled again, "Shouldn't the mother know the evidence? Where exactly does this child come from and why do you love her so much? Aren't they all obvious?"
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Jiang stood up straight, "What are you talking about?"
"Am I talking nonsense?" Mrs. Liao burst out laughing, tears flying, "My mother is really good at pretending, and she is still acting now. Have you forgotten the daughter of the Yao family who died young? She was the same year and the same day as my son. He died at birth, my son was born prematurely, do you think it was a coincidence or not?"
"She is a full-term child, but my son is only seven months old. Which child survived? What is the surname of this legitimate daughter of the Jiang family?"
If her surname was originally Yao, then it would not hurt to change it to a child named Lu.
Anyway, they are not of Jiang family blood, and they are not her biological children anyway.
The more Ms. Liao thought about it, the more painful she became. It hurt that the child died prematurely, it hurt that she had to bear it for more than ten years and had to tell the truth with her own mouth, she hurt that she had no rights, and she could only swallow her anger when her biological daughter was exchanged.
How can there be a mother in the world who doesn't love her children?
Why doesn't she, Jiang Liao, love the child she gave birth to in July?
She loves, loves miserably, loves to the core.
But her child died twelve years ago and was buried in some nook and cranny.
The child of the Yao family has taken over the identity of her child, and she still wants to love and pamper her. Why?
Um? Why?
Mrs. Liao fell to the ground, laughing loudly and crying bitterly. The laughter and crying sounded intermittently, which was the weakest wailing of a mother.
"My son..."
Even though the two sisters-in-law had always been at odds with each other, Mrs. Jiang couldn't help but squint her eyes.
This is the resonance of being a mother, and the love for her son.
There is no doubt about it.
"Why are you crying?" Mrs. Jiang finally came to her senses, "You mean, Jiang Sheng is the daughter of the Yao family? Is she Yao Siqing's sister who died young?"
What an incredible and outrageous realization this is.
"What do I want by replacing the children of the Yao family?" Old Mrs. Jiang was almost furious. "For the prosperity of the Jiang family? The Yao family is not as ruined as the Lu family. Do you want to keep her by your side? I don't lack granddaughters either."
"Don't think I don't know. Yao Siqing's mother has only a few years left to live after being lingering on the hospital bed. You want to find a mother for that child, a mother who will love her and love her." Ms. Liao refuted sharply, which soon turned into a sob. But why is it me...my sister-in-law is obviously pregnant, and we are of the same month, is it just because the general is the direct descendant?"
She looked crazy, but the words she spoke made those around her shudder.
Especially Mrs. Jiang Er, remembering that they were both pregnant at the same time, Jiang Chengyu was even more than a month pregnant. It was not until Liao's unexpected premature birth that Chengyu became Jiang Si.
Could it be that, as the Liao family said, the Yao family was choosing a mother for their child? The Liao family was innocent in this child exchange, and the Yao family was the complete scheming?
Think about Yao Siqing's mother again. She was indeed lingering on the bedside for many years, and she passed away not long after giving birth to her child.
Mrs. Jiang Er could not help but tremble, and her legs became limp.
It was Jiang Jizong who held her tightly in his arms and kept her from falling limply to the ground.
"So, you believed that the Yao family deliberately caused your premature birth, and then gave Jiang Sheng to you to raise. In order to retaliate against the Yao family and your mother, you cruelly abandoned her in exchange for Cheng Huan." The only one who could still remain calm. , only generals who have seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"Yes, yes." Liao struggled to look at him.
At this point, everything that needs to be said has been said, and all the tears that need to be shed have been shed. Liao just wants to take revenge on the Yao family, and even forgets about her adopted daughter for many years.
"I hate the Yao family, and I also hate the Jiang Yao family. They killed my children, so I will kill the children of the Yao family." She raised her head, her tears flowing dry, "I threw her away, I hate her , I wish she would die, I would rather raise my sister’s children than her.”
There is no fake daughter as good as a real daughter.
Jiang Chenghuan was not brought here because he was pampered.
She was angry at the Liao family and wanted to take revenge on the descendants of the Yao family, so she chose the next best option.
Unnoticed, the fragile and pale fake daughter huddled in the corner again, trembling and trembling.
And Jiang Sheng was confused and confused because of these layers of "truths."
"It's ridiculous, it's so ridiculous." Looking at all the people whose minds were disturbed, Mrs. Jiang hugged her granddaughter tightly, "You hurt two children with just conjecture without evidence, Liao, you are stupid and ridiculous!"
"You said that the Yao family forced you to give birth prematurely, and you said that the Yao family replaced your child. What evidence do you have?"
Ms. Liao raised her eyelids and said in a vicious tone, "Then what evidence do you have to prove that this child is of my bloodline?"
Yeah, none of them have evidence.
In an era when blood tests are not available, there is no paternity test, and even blood tests are unreliable, can the wrong child really be identified only by similar facial features?
But among all living beings, there are more than one or two similar people?
Mrs. Jiang closed her eyes and opened them after choking several times, "I have evidence."
