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"Wait."

Anger surged in his heart, but Jiang Siming had no choice but to call for this woman.

"I'll meet you in a while."

The word 'far' struck Yin Jiaren's heart like a hammer.

"What did you say?" The hand on the handle of the door silently lowered itself, and Yin Jiaren turned to look at Jiang Siming, as she asked with a puzzled expression.

"You don't understand human speech?" Jiang Siming stood up expressionlessly and walked in front of her, the unique scent of a man assaulting his nose.

"I just called the assistant. He's going to let it go later. The kid is screaming to see you."

With that, Jiang Siming opened the door and walked out without any hesitation.

Yin Jiaren was the only one left in the house, her taut strings seemed to have snapped, as she felt weak all over.

I haven't seen my son for the past few days, I don't know how that little guy is doing.

After waiting for around ten minutes, the door was opened by someone. Yin Jiaren saw Jiang Yuan, who was in his assistant's arms.

"Mom!"

As if he wanted to see the person he was meeting, Jiang Yuan shouted excitedly as he stretched his hands out towards Yin Jiaren.

With a burst of softness in her heart, Yin Jiaren endured the pain in her nose and carried her son over.

"Far away, did you miss your mother?"

The little guy was dancing with joy, "Yes! Far away! Stories and stories, be good from afar, eat lunch! "

Intermittent, Yin Jiaren finally understood what her son wanted to express.

"I wanted to say that Mom is not here and no one is telling a story. Have you been eating obediently for the past few days?" Yin Jiaren's eyes couldn't help but turn red. This child was originally different from ordinary children from far away, and he hadn't participated in his growth in the past few years. He didn't expect that he would still not be able to fulfill his responsibilities as a mother.

Seeing the tears flowing out of the corner of Yin Jiaren's eyes, Jiang Yuan's small face stiffened from anxiousness. He hurriedly tried to wipe the tears off Yin Jiaren's face.

"Mom, go home." The little guy pouted and talked about his needs.

Yin Jiaren laughed bitterly. She wanted to return home, but that place was not her home after all.

"Be good from a distance. Mom will be back in a few days. Mom still has things to do so she can't go home. Will you obediently wait for Mom at home?"

Hearing her mother say that, Jiang Yuan was unhappy, but Yin Jiaren had no other choice. In this situation, it was impossible for him to return to the Jiang Family, no matter what.

Could it be that he still had to deal with Jiang Siming and Mu Shuhan's interference?

After coaxing the little guy for a while longer, Jiang Siming came in and carried the child away without saying a word. Yin Jiaren knew that today's meeting was about to end and couldn't help but cry again.

Yin Jiaren was powerless as she sat down on the chair. When they were surrogating, she could never have imagined that she would be able to see her child again in this lifetime. She also never thought that there would be such a deep connection between them.

With a heavy sigh, Yin Jiaren forced herself to forget about these things. In the future, she would begin to say goodbye to the past.

And at this time, Zheng Family.

Zheng Zheyu brought An Duoduo back, looked at Zheng Guoren who had an unfriendly expression on the sofa, and shot his mother a glance.

Sun Yufang glared at him, then pulled her son away as she whispered to him, "Your father's been in a bad mood these past few days, so whatever you say right now will definitely hit a wall!"

Zheng Zheyu frowned, how could he not know what Zheng Guoren was worried about? In this period of time, the Zheng Clan's share price had been falling, and the sales report from the previous two days could even be described as a tragic sight.

Zheng Zheyu comforted Sun Yufang, "Don't worry Mom, since I planned to say it at this time, I must have a plan in my heart."

As he said that, Zheng Zheyu held onto An Duoduo's hand and walked in front of Zheng Guoren.

"Dad, I want to discuss something with you."

Zheng Guoren raised his head from his deep thoughts. When he saw that it was his son and daughter, his expression turned cold, and subconsciously thought that it was because of this woman that his son had lost his mind.

"What is it?" As he said that, Zheng Guoren simply turned his head away and did not look at them.

"I want to hold a wedding ceremony with Duoduo."

Before he finished his sentence, the sound of a cup hitting the table came from the living room. Zheng Guoren looked at his good son in exasperation, "What did you say?

Zheng Zheyu's heart palpitated, but since he had already said those words, there was no reason for him to take them back. He could only raise his voice and repeat what he had just said.

"Nonsense, don't you know the current situation of the company? Not to mention whether I will agree to your marriage with this woman, seeing how difficult work is, you actually have the mood to arrange a wedding?"

Because he was angry, Zheng Guoren's chest heaved up and down violently. From the looks of it, one could tell how angry he was.

Sun Yufang, who was at the side, worried that his husband's anger would harm his son, quickly came over to smooth things out. "Hey, husband, don't be angry, your son is talking to you right now, Zheyu, it's true. He clearly knows that your father is very worried about the company recently."

After saying that, Sun Yufang blinked her eyes at his son, signalling him to stop talking.

But Zheng Zheyu acted as if he did not see Sun Yufang's hint, and laughed: "I am not discussing this matter with you today, I am informing you, I know you are worried about the company, but if the company is fine now …."

As he said that, Zheng Zheyu revealed a strange smile, and turned to look at An Duoduo in her arms. It was unknown what the two of them were thinking about.

Zheng Guoren looked at his son impatiently. He had thought through all the methods that he could use in this period of time, but none of them were effective. He didn't believe that this brat would have any ideas.

"What do you mean? Can you solve the company's problem this time?"

Seeing that Zheng Guoren didn't trust him, Zheng Zheyu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. All these years, it was all because of Yin Jiaren;

"Of course. Moreover, I am extremely confident. Otherwise, I would not have said such words." After saying that, Zheng Zheyu leaned back against the sofa with a relaxed expression.

"You?" Zheng Guoren sneered, what could this brat do? But seeing his son's confident look, Zheng Guoren touched his chin, could it be that he really had some ideas that he had not thought of?

Zheng Zheyu laughed, and then leaned towards Zheng Guoren and said: "Father, please trust me this once, if I am able to solve the problem of the company, you can rest assured that you will hand the company over to me, right?"