On the first day of the wedding, my mother-in-law said: "I owe the money for the change of confession first. What form do rural people want?"
Jiang Zhiyi lowered his head and responded: "Mom is right."
No one knows that she is the sole heir of Jiangnan Restaurant Group and has a net worth of tens of billions.
In order to find her biological mother who had been missing for thirty years, she concealed her name, married into this ordinary family, pretended to be a doormat, and was scolded by her mother-in-law and bullied by her sister-in-law every day.
The mother-in-law showed off that her son was a civil servant, and she smiled and nodded.
My sister-in-law used her as a nanny, but she didn't say a word.
The whole family is waiting to see this rural wife's joke.
Until that day, clues about the biological mother appeared in the building opposite.
Jiang Zhiyi took off her apron and dialed a number: "Zhou Yan, help me check someone. Within three days, I want all her information."
Three days later, the mother-in-law looked at her daughter-in-law standing next to the luxury car and collapsed on the ground.
"You... Who are you?"
Jiang Zhiyi bent down, still wearing the same gentle smile:
"Mom, it's time to pay the money for the change of confession, right?"
