Jiang Yuning suddenly screamed, "Mom! He... he is Fu Yin! Fu Yin is chasing us."
Zhan Xiaohan, Fu Yin, Chu Mochen...
All these men of extreme excellence were going all out for Little Jiang Ruan.
Why!
Why did this low-born, burden-laden wretch, Little Jiang Ruan, possess such magnetic charm?
She bore a face so similar to her own, yet it was as if she had usurped her identity, thriving like a fish in water.
Jiang Yuning was frantic. She whispered in Mrs. Jiang's ear, her voice ominous.
"Mom, what should we do? I'm afraid Zhan Xiaohan will trace this to us any minute now. He's already calling Jiang Ruan 'Madam' to his bodyguards... where does that leave me, Jiang Yuning?"
Mrs. Jiang's voice was cold and firm, "Don't be afraid. Little Jiang Ruan won't become the Madam. After we get rid of Little Jiang Ruan's child, you can use your similar appearance to entice Zhan Xiaohan again. As long as you can conceive a child, the title of Mrs. Zhan is definitely yours."