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Zheng Guoren's appearance pushed the entire farce to its climax.

The surrounding employees could also guess a lot of information from his words just now. For example, Zheng Zheyu was indeed married to Yin Jiaren …

"Beauty, come with me." Zheng Guoren didn't even look at his son, and allowed him to cover his left cheek that had turned red.

With his hands behind her back, Yin Jiaren followed closely behind him.

"Sometimes, even I wonder if this son of mine followed your mother-in-law or if he was not my biological mother!" Zheng Guoren and the others were the only ones on the elevator, he then sighed and complained, "If he only had a third of your intelligence, I would have already retired and traveled."

Through the reflection from the elevator, Yin Jiaren couldn't help but raise her head and size Zheng Guoren up.

Compared to when the Yin Family had yet to fall from power, when they met at the end of the year's Clan Assembly, Zheng Guoren had indeed aged a lot. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were no longer something she could count.

"Uncle Zheng." Yin Jiaren changed the way he referred to them before and purposely increased the distance between the two of them.

Zheng Guoren was startled, but naturally he noticed the details, and sighed again, then asked: "Beauty, you are my good child, if there's anything you want to say, just say it."

She nodded, although she did not have the heart to hurt her benefactor, but she still said: "I will not hide the truth from you, I do want to divorce Zheng Zheyu this time … … All these years, you can see that we don't get along at all. "

Yin Jiaren spoke sincerely.

When they had just gotten married, she hadn't been familiar with this young child's partner, so she had naively thought that if the other party was an honest man, they could live together for the rest of their lives.

But after a few years, drinking, driving, cheating, which one of these people hadn't touched?

In addition to Sun Yufang's excessive pampering, he was even more lawless.

"I have wronged you." Zheng Guoren's eyes flashed a light as he changed the topic, "But if we lose you in Zheng Family, in the future, I'm afraid that unfilial son will not be able to support the entire Zheng Clan."

What he said was right, the nickname Zheng Zheyu gave the company was "Grass Packet Prince", and he did not call it that for nothing.

In the past, the Yin Clan owed a debt of kindness to Zheng Guoren, and the past few years had gone by in a flash, but now, it had become a new favor to Yin Jiaren. If she kept on pursuing freedom and the truth, it would cause the clan to go bankrupt instead, and this would become her fault.

"Even if I'm not your daughter-in-law, when Madam Zheng needs me, I'll …"

"It's not the same." Zheng Guoren straightforwardly interrupted Yin Jiaren's words, and the expression on her face became ugly, "Why don't you understand my intentions?!"

She really didn't understand.

Yin Jiaren lowered her head and did not say a word.

From start to finish, Zheng Guoren had never said what he wanted to do by urgently calling her back. The two of them only returned to his office on the top floor, picked up a document, and drove back to Zheng Family.

Yin Jiaren did not come to the Zheng Family often, but she would rent a house outside. She would come back occasionally, and within the three times, she would be ridiculed by Sun Yufang.

"Yo, our Miss Yin has returned." Sun Yufang was currently sitting on the sofa in the hall, eating melon seeds. The gold bracelet on her wrist was so thick that it almost blinded Yin Jiaren's eyes.

She did not want to bother with this nominally old granny of hers. Helpless, Zheng Guoren was present, she could only open his mouth to greet him.

"Hmph." Sun Yufang snorted, but at the same time, because her husband was present, she forcefully retracted the mockery that was on her lips, and rolled her eyes: "If you're done, then let's go, we don't have any extra chopsticks at home."

Zheng Guoren coughed twice, and became more and more disgusted with this useless wife, who was not even on stage. He climbed the stairs with a thump, and Yin Jiaren followed closely behind.

When he reached the study room, he spread out the document he had taken from the office on the table and said to her in all seriousness, "Beautiful lady, please sign this document."

She didn't understand what he meant, but because of her respect for him, she stepped forward and took the document from him.

As she looked, she could not help but reveal a cold smile. It was just that her head was currently lowered, so Zheng Guoren could not see her expression from his angle.

The contents of the document were very straightforward. Yin Jiaren could not get a divorce from Zheng Zheyu within fifty years, if she did not get a divorce, then on this day after fifty years, thirty percent of Zheng Family would be hers.

Because of this document, Yin Jiaren had no choice but to re-evaluate this "Benefactor with a kind face".

She took the initiative to divorce Zheng Zheyu, and there was nothing she could get. On the other hand, if Zheng Zheyu played around enough with her, wanting to get a divorce, she would still come out clean!

"Uncle Zheng, what do you mean by that?" Yin Jiaren pretended not to understand and threw the documents back onto the table, and started laughing at him, "Didn't I already promise before, I will not take the initiative to leave the Zheng Clan."

Of course, someone had dug her up and forced her to leave. That was another story.

As she thought about it, Jiang Siming's ice-cold face surfaced in Yin Jiaren's mind. She subconsciously lowered her head to glance at the watch on her wrist.

"Father."

Before the matter regarding the two people's documents could come to a conclusion, Zheng Zheyu had already entered the room without even knocking.

When he saw that Yin Jiaren was also here, his expression changed. He started to curse in his heart why Sun Yufang did not tell him about her arrival.

Zheng Zheyu and Yin Jiaren looked at each other, both were unwilling to take the initiative to talk to the other. Seeing this, Zheng Zheng Guoren became anxious, and his tone of speech towards his son inevitably became slightly worse, "Do you have any manners at all, or do you not even know how to knock on the door when you enter the study!"

"Dad, this is my own house. Why should I come in and knock?" Zheng Zheyu looked like he did not care, he laughed and walked over to Zheng Guoren's table and stood there, supporting himself with one hand, "When you don't want to work anymore, doesn't this entire house belong to me?"

His last sentence completely enraged Zheng Guoren.

Yin Jiaren had been eating Zheng Family and using Zheng Family for the past two years, and even her work was done in a company with Zheng Family. She was still unwilling to listen to everything she said, but on the other hand, her own biological son had been raised to this extent, so she was not obedient at all …

Zheng Guoren picked up the ashtray on the table and threw it towards Zheng Zheyu.

He took the opportunity to tug Yin Jiaren who was beside him, and the ashtray smashed onto her forehead unerringly.

The ashtray fell to the ground and shattered with a sound. By the time Zheng Guoren managed to react and looked at Yin Jiaren, dark red blood had already flowed down from her forehead.

She was surprisingly calm. She merely stretched out her hand to touch her own broken forehead, then coldly glared at Zheng Zheyu. That gaze, was as though she wanted to kill him.

"Uncle Zheng, you guys go ahead and chat, I'm going out to wash."