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Who knew that when Yin Jiaren heard this, he became even more unhappy. It seems that the food she cooked was indeed terrible, he could not bear it any longer and wanted to invite the chef back.

After eating her fill, Yin Jiaren accompanied her son to the living room to draw, while Jiang Siming sat by the side to read the financial news.

"Sir, there's a man outside who calls himself Mr. Zheng. He says he wants to see you."

Uncle Zhao entered and said respectfully.

Mr. Zheng? Yin Jiaren was startled, was it Zheng Guoren?

Jiang Siming turned off the remote control and said, "Let him in."

Very quickly, the person entered. It was indeed Zheng Guoren. Looking at the blissful family in the living room, Zheng Guoren's puckered lips moved, but in the end, he did not say anything.

Yin Jiaren felt a little awkward, and didn't know whether she should greet him or not. She naturally knew why Zheng Guoren had come today.

"Bring the child up."

Jiang Siming sat on the sofa the entire time, instructing them expressionlessly.

Yin Jiaren nodded, hugged Jiang Yuan and nodded at Zheng Guoren, then went upstairs.

"Why is the Director Zheng here so late at night?"

Jiang Siming feigned ignorance, and personally poured a cup of tea for Zheng Guoren.

Zheng Guoren received it in fear, his face that was filled with ravines turning slightly ugly.

"Director Jiang, we know what's going on, so we won't beat around the bush. I know that you were the one who secretly attacked the Zheng Family's side businesses, the Zheng Family and the Jiang Family have never interacted, and they don't get involved in each other's affairs. What do you mean by this?"

Although he was angry in his heart, Zheng Guoren knew that he could not afford to offend Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming raised his eyebrows and took a sip of his tea.

"Director Zheng must be joking, where did this secret attack come from? You and I are both businessmen, so we know that business is always about benefits."

Zheng Guoren's face was gloomy, he did not have any solid evidence, so rushing up to say that Jiang Siming was targeting him, was truly thinking twice.

"You don't need to beat around the bush with me. What you did, it should be due to the beauty, right?" Zheng Guoren's words hit the nail on the head, as expected, Jiang Siming looked up and glanced at him.

"Since you know, why did you look for me?"

"The Zheng Family is not any bigger than Jiang's. If all of these side businesses were to break, it would be an unprecedented blow to the Zheng Family. Please be magnanimous, Director Jiang."

Zheng Guoren had never asked anyone in his life before, and now that he said such words to a kid who was around the same age as his son, he was extremely wronged.

Jiang Siming's dark and shining eyes moved, "Hold back? Director Zheng, do you think that I have done all these just for you to come and beg for mercy? "

Zheng Guoren clenched his teeth, and wiped the sweat off his forehead. In the end, he seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head: "What does Director Jiang want, just say it."

"You know what I want."

Of course Zheng Guoren understood, it was just that he couldn't wrap his head around it at all. Young master Jiang Family with whatever he wanted, why would he do so much for a woman?

"Alright, I will get Zheyu to complete the divorce procedures as soon as possible, but … The beautiful woman is, after all, the daughter of an old friend of mine. Out of concern, I have to ask, what the hell are you doing this for? "

Jiang Siming revealed a contemptuous smile, "Out of concern? I actually wasn't able to tell how concerned Director Zheng was about her. "

Before his voice fell, Jiang Siming drank the tea in his cup in one gulp, "Uncle Zhao, see the guest out!"

Upstairs, Yin Jiaren was playing absent-mindedly with her son. Jiang Yuan could tell that Yin Jiaren was not in the mood to bother her, so she was nice and didn't disturb her.

Finally, Yin Jiaren couldn't take it anymore and carried her son downstairs.

"Where is he?"

Only Jiang Siming was left in the living room watching TV. Yin Jiaren was stunned, the two of them finished talking already?

"You all … What did you talk about? "

"Nothing."

Yin Jiaren curled her lips, why was this person's mouth harder than a duck's?

"He came to beg you to let Mrs. Zheng go?"

Jiang Siming did not reply, and calculated it as tacit agreement.

"Then you agreed?"

Jiang Siming, "..."

Sighing, Yin Jiaren decided not to waste anymore time on him. It would be easier to ask around at work tomorrow.

"Zheng Zheyu will divorce you in the near future. You should prepare."

With that, Jiang Siming stood up and left. He did not explain the meaning behind his words.

"Ready...?" Yin Jiaren frowned and thought for a long time. It was just a divorce, what was she going to prepare?

At night, after Yin Jiaren finished showering, she laid on the bed, still thinking about what that preparation meant.

"Coming, coming. Who is it?"

Opening the door, Yin Jiaren was stunned.

Jiang Siming who had just finished showering and only used a bath towel to cover his lower body stood at the door, looking straight at her.

Yin Jiaren was stunned and she did not look away for a long time. She only noticed the droplets of water on Jiang Siming's chest, the distinct outline of his abdominal muscles, and …

"Have you seen enough?"

"No …." "Ah, enough!" Yin Jiaren almost bit her tongue off.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Yin Jiaren turned her head, her face flushed red.

Jiang Siming did not miss the shy look of this little woman, and his lips curled up.

"The hair dryer in my room is broken. I'm here to borrow yours."

Yin Jiaren nodded her head, and chattered non-stop, "Oh oh oh oh oh, I'm just borrowing the hair dryer, borrowing the hair dryer …"

Jiang Siming raised his eyebrow, he suddenly bent down and looked at the lady in front of him, "Are you disappointed?"

"No!" How is this possible!? I'll get you a hair dryer! "

With a roar, Yin Jiaren quickly found a hair dryer and passed it to Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming did not accept it, and very naturally sat on the bedside, "Come and blow for me."

Yin Jiaren was stunned, you want to blow-dry other people's hair? She seemed to have never done such a thing before …

"I don't …" Before she could even finish her sentence, Yin Jiaren was already scared stiff by his gaze. She could only timidly find a socket to plug in and bashfully put it in front of Jiang Siming.

In this position, Jiang Siming happened to be facing her chest, and the faint fragrance of his body wafted over, Jiang Siming only felt joy in his heart and body.

Her hands and feet were flustered, but Yin Jiaren was afraid that the man would be angry when she got anxious, and the one who would suffer would be himself.

With a calm mind, Yin Jiaren turned on the switch, and with gentle movements, helped him blow his hair.

Not long after, Jiang Siming's hair was almost completely dry. Yin Jiaren heaved a sigh of relief, only then did she realize how ambiguous her actions were.

Perhaps because she was too focused on blowing her hair, she didn't even notice that her chest was about to reach Jiang Siming's nose.

With a startled cry, Yin Jiaren quickly retreated, wanting to escape. However, how could she be faster than Jiang Siming? The latter wrapped her arms around her, and Yin Jiaren fell into his embrace.

"You …!"

Before he could even finish speaking, he was stopped by a warm object. A pleased expression appeared on Jiang Siming's face, and with one hand, he held Yin Jiaren to prevent her from falling down, and with the other, he unplugged the hair dryer.