The Fake Heiress's Inner Thoughts Were Heard by Her Entire Family

"So, you mean I have to put on a show?"

Upon hearing this, Jing Zeqian put away his impatient expression, sat up, and looked serious and earnest.

Jing Zeyou chuckled, "It's not a show. Just express your emotions normally, but leave out the part about Yi Yi." He believed that just the matter of Jiang Miaomiao would be enough to stir Jing Zeqian's emotions.

Jing Zeqian frowned slightly, "I still don't quite understand. If you want him to know that Yi Yi didn't tell us about this, why not just test you directly?"

Why go through the trouble of using him to achieve this purpose?

Jing Zeyou raised an eyebrow slightly, "Do you think he can test anything out of me?" Jing Zeqian suddenly understood. His brother was such a shrewd and calculating person.

If Wang Boqi really tried to test Jing Zeyou, he would not only worry about whether he could get any information but also bear the risk of being discovered.

But if it were him, it would be different. Although he was reluctant to admit it, testing him would indeed be more secure.

Jing Zeqian's lips curled slightly as he looked at Jing Zeqian's expression of "unwilling but agreeing."

"So, what you need to do is vent all your dissatisfaction with Jiang Miaomiao's matter towards Wang Boqi," Jing Zeyou said seriously. "Remember, do not mention Yi Yi."

Jing Zeqian nodded solemnly and agreed to the task.

At the banquet hall of the Wang Family Hongli Group

Wang He and Wang Boqi were chatting with the boss of a cooperative company, the atmosphere appearing quite harmonious.

Not far away, two middle-aged men in suits were whispering to each other.

"I hear that the old man is already preparing to pass the position to his son." One of the men casually turned his head towards the direction of Wang He and the others.

The person he was talking to curled his lips slightly, "Rumors are not reliable."

He didn't believe Wang He had such determination. He had held onto the position for so many years; how could he let go of it so easily?

Wang He was not Jing Beicheng.

The man chuckled, "That's why you're so steady." He raised his champagne glass and clinked it with the person beside him, just as he was about to take a sip, he saw someone entering the door.

The man's eyes flashed with surprise, "Jing Zeyou and Shen Huaichu are here?" The person beside him quickly looked over, also with an unexpected expression.

Shen Huaichu met Jing Zeyou and Jing Zeqian at the door, and the four of them entered together, along with Gu Lin, who had just arrived at Huarui Group for an "internship."

Wang Boqi noticed the group and subtly reminded Wang He beside him.

Wang He's gaze shifted to Jing Zeyou, and he walked over with a wine glass, his expression filled with the satisfaction of an elder looking at a younger generation.

"Zeyou"

"Mr. Wang"

Wang He still smiled kindly, seemingly not minding Jing Zeyou's choice of words, "It's been a long time since I heard you call me Uncle Wang. You're getting more and more formal now."

Jing Zeyou's lips curled slightly, "After all, I've grown up a bit." He used to be a junior, but now, in this setting, he was the president of Hengjing Group, not a junior to Wang He.

Just as it was Wang He, not Wang Boqi, who was receiving him.

Wang He smiled and chatted for a few moments before greeting Shen Huaichu and Jing Zeqian.

"Boqi, you young people have more to talk about. Take Zeqian over and chat."

Jing Zeqian stood to the side, his eyes flashing with a hint of mockery. It seemed that in Wang He's mind, his level wasn't quite up to par.

Gu Lin, who had been forcibly brought over: ...Did I say anything?

Shen Huaichu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, but he didn't speak. He planned to find another opportunity to ask Jing Zeyou.

Something was off with the Jing family's recent behavior.

Wang Boqi smiled gently and stepped forward to take Jing Zeqian over for a chat.

Jing Zeqian was initially displeased, but after Jing Zeyou gave him a look, he reluctantly agreed to follow Wang Boqi.

In Wang Boqi's view, Jing Zeqian was just restraining his temper because Jing Zeyou was present.

At the side of the banquet hall, Jing Zeqian stood with his arms crossed, his expression showing displeasure and annoyance.

"There's no need to take me over. You should know that I really don't want to be in the same space as you," he said bluntly, not caring if anyone else heard.

Wang Boqi's gaze flickered with a hint of darkness, but it quickly disappeared, and his gentle smile returned.

"Zeqian, it seems you have some prejudice against me. After all, we grew up together..."

"Stop!"

Jing Zeqian's eyebrows knitted tightly, his eyes filled with disgust, "Don't talk nonsense. It's disgusting. Do you think I can't find out about you just because Jiang Miaomiao didn't say anything?"

Just because of Jiang Miaomiao?

Wang Boqi's eyes flickered slightly, the tight string in his heart loosening a bit, but he didn't relax his guard, "What do you mean? Who is Jiang Miaomiao?"

Jing Zeqian was so angry that he wanted to punch Wang Boqi hard if there weren't so many people around.

He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Wang Boqi, don't forget, she's still inside carrying your child!"

The angrier Jing Zeqian became, the more pleased Wang Boqi felt.

If just a Jiang Miaomiao could make Jing Zeqian so angry, what would happen if Jing Yi really did something?

Wang Boqi picked up a glass of champagne from the table and handed it to Jing Zeqian, who didn't take it. He didn't mind and took a sip himself, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Zeqian, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. I'm still single. What girl would want to be with me after you say that?"

Jing Zeqian's gaze was sharp as a knife, "Really? Do you think someone like you can find a partner?" How could he so casually brush this matter aside!

Wang Boqi chuckled, "Maybe. There might still be a few girls willing to go through fire and water for me." The gentler his smile, the more Jing Zeqian felt like the person in front of him was a poisonous snake!

Jing Zeqian clenched his fists, his eyes filled with so much hatred that it almost manifested in his fists.

'Remember, your anger comes only from Jiang Miaomiao, not from Yi Yi.'

Jing Zeyou's reminder echoed in Jing Zeqian's mind, and he calmed down, loosening his fists.

Jing Zeqian's lips curled in mockery, "Is that so? The son of the Wang family is quite something, relying on women to rise." He sneered, "Then I wish you success," and turned to leave.

Wang Boqi tightened his grip on the wine glass, his gaze cold and slippery, making people shudder.

Jing Zeqian's final mockery did make Wang Boqi a bit angry, but it also served as a reassurance.

It seemed his guess was right. Jing Yi was definitely not as harmless as she appeared; at least, she had thoughts about the Jing family.

Next, it was time to move on to the next step of the plan.