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Lin Jiaojiao was clearly taken aback for a moment, her eyes flickering as if she was trying hard to understand my intentions. She gently stirred her coffee, her tone somewhat unnatural: "Mom, you know I'm completely clueless about antiques. I wouldn't be of any help if I went. It would be better if you and A-Cheng went."
I noticed her hand tightly gripping the coffee spoon, her knuckles turning slightly white. I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly while maintaining a calm demeanor: "How can that be? The more you see and learn, the more you'll gain from it. Besides, I'm doing this for your own good. In the future, when you and A-Cheng attend important events, you'll need to have some understanding of these things. Don't you think?"
"Mom is right, Jiaojiao. You should go along," Jiangcheng said, putting down his newspaper and smiling in agreement.
Seeing that she couldn't refuse any longer, Lin Jiaojiao reluctantly replied, "Alright then, thank you, Mom. Thank you, A-Cheng."
I smiled with satisfaction, picked up my teacup, took a light sip, but in my heart, I was planning how to test Lin Jiaojiao's true feelings tomorrow.
The Treasure Pavilion is located in the most bustling commercial area of the city, decorated in an antique style that exudes understated luxury. I linked arms with Jiangcheng and leisurely browsed through the dazzling array of antique treasures under the guidance of the staff. Lin Jiaojiao followed closely behind us, occasionally stealing glances at me, her eyes filled with unease and anxiety.
Pretending not to notice her discomfort, I pointed to a Blue-and-White Porcelain Vase in the display case and asked, "A-Cheng, what do you think of this vase?"
Jiangcheng examined it carefully for a moment and replied, "This vase has a delicate body and a lustrous glaze; it should be a fine piece from the Ming Dynasty's Imperial Kiln."
"Yes, not bad. It seems you have some knowledge about antiques," I said appreciatively to Jiangcheng before turning to Lin Jiaojiao. "Jiaojiao, what do you think?"
Lin Jiaojiao was startled by my sudden question; she glanced nervously at the Blue-and-White Porcelain Vase and stammered, "I... I think... this vase is quite beautiful."
I struggled to suppress my amusement and continued to press her: "Beautiful? What makes it beautiful? Can you be more specific?"
Lin Jiaojiao's cheeks flushed slightly as her gaze wandered uncertainly. She looked toward Jiangcheng for help but found him merely smiling at her without any intention of coming to her rescue.
"I..." Lin Jiaojiao opened her mouth but couldn't articulate a coherent response.
"Alright, Jiaojiao, don't be nervous. I was just asking casually," I said, pretending to be relaxed. "I only have a superficial understanding of antiques, so you don't need to pay too much attention to my opinion."
Although I said that, I already had an answer in my mind. Lin Jiaojiao knew nothing about antiques; the little "expertise" she displayed in the antique shop was probably something she picked up on the spot.
I reached into the display case and picked up a jade bracelet, examining it closely. The bracelet was entirely emerald green, with a warm texture, clearly not an ordinary item.
"Jiaojiao, come over and take a look at this jade bracelet," I beckoned to Lin Jiaojiao.
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Jiaojiao walked over. She glanced nervously at the jade bracelet in my hand and then at me, cautiously asking, "Mom, what do you want me to say?"
I smiled lightly and replied, "I just want to hear your true thoughts."
Lin Jiaojiao bit her lip as if she had made some kind of resolution. She raised her head, looked into my eyes, and spoke each word clearly: "Mom, I know you are testing me. Rest assured, I have no ulterior motives; I just want to live well with A-Cheng. I know you don't like me, but I will work hard to make you accept me."
As soon as Lin Jiaojiao finished speaking, her eyes misted over with tears, sparkling droplets hovering on her lashes as if they were about to fall any second. In the past, this pitiful appearance would have softened my heart, but now all I felt was cold laughter inside.
I set down the jade bracelet and gently patted Lin Jiaojiao's hand, speaking in a gentle tone: "Jiaojiao, don't overthink it. I just want you to learn more about antiques; after all, you are going to inherit the Jiang family's business and can't be completely ignorant."
Upon hearing this, tears surged even more in Lin Jiaojiao's eyes. She choked back her sobs and said, "Mom, I know my background is not good enough for A-Cheng, but my feelings for A-Cheng are sincere. I will work hard to improve myself and not bring shame to A-Cheng."
I couldn't help but smirk inwardly. Lin Jiaojiao truly knew how to bend and stretch; when one tactic failed, she quickly switched to another to gain my sympathy. I calmly withdrew my hand and said, "Alright, it's getting late. Let's get some rest."
Jiangcheng glanced back at Lin Jiaojiao, a flicker of complex emotions passing through his eyes, but in the end, he said nothing.
Returning to my room, I sat in front of the vanity, looking at my well-maintained face in the mirror, yet feeling a deep sense of exhaustion within.
I had originally been just an ordinary web novel enthusiast, but unexpectedly found myself transported into this book, becoming the character known as the Malicious Mother-in-Law with a tragic ending. I was familiar with the plot and knew that I would ultimately face betrayal due to my character flaws and excessive control over my son, leading to a tragic death in a car accident.
I didn't want to repeat the original character's mistakes, so I had been trying hard to change myself and mend my relationships with my family. However, Lin Jiaojiao's appearance disrupted my plans.
I knew that Lin Jiaojiao was the catalyst for the original character's tragedy. She appeared gentle and virtuous on the surface but harbored deep-seated cunning within. She excelled at leveraging her advantages to gain sympathy and ultimately succeeded in driving a wedge between the original character and Jiangcheng, pushing her step by step toward despair.
I absolutely could not let her succeed!
I picked up my phone and dialed a number: "Help me investigate someone, Lin Jiaojiao..."
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