Ji Mianmian hugged Murongmian's waist tightly: "I'm with you. I'll help you pay back what you owe her. No matter what you want to do, as long as you don't leave me behind, we will face it together."
Murong Mian comforted her: "The matter is actually... not troublesome. Madam Murong is just worried that after her husband dies, her status in the Murong family will be unstable, and her husband's relatives will persecute her in order to seize the family property. What I have to do , just to help her stabilize her position."
Although Ji Mianmian is a bit stupid, she can still imagine how many conflicts of interest there are.
If the Murong family could get it easily, Mrs. Murong would definitely not give her son's face to Murong Mian.
It must be very troublesome and dangerous, so the identity of Murong Mian must exist, and no one can know that he is dead.
She turned Ye Shaoguang into Murong Mian, hoping that he could help her and get the Murong family, so that they would not be snatched away by relatives who had been waiting for a long time.
However, Ji Mianmian didn't know what the situation was over there. The only thing he could think of was that it would definitely not be peaceful.
Ji Mianmian raised her head and asked, "What do we need to do when we get there?"
"I don't need to do anything. I just need to be a good son in front of Murong Zhihong, let him die peacefully, and leave the Murong family to me with peace of mind." Murong Mian said very lightly.
Ji Mianmian asked suspiciously: "Is it just... that simple?"
Murong Mian smiled and said: "Of course, it's that simple. Everyone knows that Murong Zhihong loves his only son very much. As long as the name Murong Mian is alive, he is the only heir of the Murong family. It is legal and no one can have any objection."
After Murong Zhihong's death, all inheritance rights will belong to Murong Mian, which means it will fall into the hands of Madam Murong.
After everything was settled, he would privately transfer all his property to Mrs. Murong.
Murong Mian thought to himself that this would be enough.
I hope there won't be any more trouble.
Murong Mian's words gave Ji Mianmian some peace of mind: "Then... will Murong Zhihong recognize that you are not Murong Mian?"
Murong Mian shook his head: "Don't worry, it won't happen... My face looks exactly like his son's, how could he recognize him?"
In the past year, Mrs. Murong took a lot of Murong Mian's previous video materials and asked him to watch and imitate them. She also told him many things about Murong Mian. She was more afraid of exposing flaws than he was.
If Murong Zhihong knew that Murong Mian was fake and his son was dead, and that he was just a substitute found by his wife, he would probably lose his life in anger, and maybe not even a cent of the inheritance would be given to them.
According to his intelligence, one year is enough to learn to imitate someone.
Ji Mianmian grabbed his arm worriedly: "I'm a little uneasy..."
People are always afraid of the unknown. England is a place Ji Mianmian has never been to. What will happen to Murong's family? She knew none of it.
Murong Mian saw the restlessness and anxiety on Ji Mianmian's face and blamed herself. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have had to face this. It was him who pulled her into this vortex.
"Don't be afraid, it's actually not that dangerous. Just think of me as acting in a play."
Ji Mianmian nodded: "Then... have you grown up your face now?"
Murong Mian lowered his head to let her see: "It's all healed. Look, even the scars are hard to see."