C13 Move to jiang family

"Director Jiang is really a prophet." Yin Jiaren said sourly, the feeling of being tricked was truly not easy to bear.

But then she thought, didn't she come here today also to scheme against Jiang Siming? Furthermore, she was even more despicable and wanted to use his own son.

Yin Jiaren lowered her head apologetically, and looked at Jiang Yuan who was in her embrace. At this moment, he just so happened to raise his head, and her bright, big eyes made her feel extremely guilty.

Jiang Siming's expression did not change at all, instead, he pushed the contract closer to Yin Jiaren, "Be a good mother and put on the Mrs. Jiang's hat, I will not refuse what I need to help you with, similarly …"

He deliberately paused and looked at her, refusing to continue.

This was the man's bad taste. Even if the dictator made a decision, the ruler would have to respond to it to satisfy the man's bad taste.

"So, the same, what?" Yin Jiaren held her son in one hand, and at an angle that Jiang Siming couldn't see, he secretly held onto his palm.

His presence was so powerful that she felt oppressed.

"You shouldn't have it. I won't give it to you, and I advise you not to think about it." Jiang Siming said coldly. He picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.

Yin Jiaren suddenly had a few thoughts of becoming angry, who would be so unhappy, Xiao wanted to be friends with him?

Feeling dissatisfied, she also acted angrily, pulling the contract in front of her, then taking the pen from the servant, signing her name from the contract in a flurry.

One reason was because Jiang Siming's righteousness was known by the industry. The other reason was that even if she had read the contract and was dissatisfied with its contents, she had already lost his bargaining chip with the other party once again.

In that case, there was only one choice left for Yin Jiaren: to calmly accept.

The servant had been working in the Jiang Family all year round, so naturally she would be able to see his expression. She bent over and asked the owner of the house: "Sir, do you need a pair of chopsticks to stay home tonight?"

The servant guessed Jiang Siming's feelings correctly, he nodded his head slightly and finished the coffee on the table in one gulp.

"Go back and pack your things now. Come and stay at night. " Jiang Siming stood up, and without leaving a trace, he smoothed down the wrinkles on his clothes with an elegant movement.

But the words that came out of his mouth made Yin Jiaren feel that it was like she was on the execution ground.

"I …"

"You what?" Not knowing if it was intentional or not, Jiang Siming waved the contract in her direction, reminding her what he should do next.

"I think I should move in quickly. Time waits for no one. " As she said that, Yin Jiaren carried Jiang Yuan, and a professional fake smile appeared on her face.

Jiang Siming was startled, although he knew that the other party did not dare to resist, her smile was still so ugly that it made him laugh out loud.

It seemed that his future life would not be boring because of this little woman.

In a blink of an eye, night came. Although Yin Jiaren was unwilling, she was still brought to her small apartment along with the driver, Old Li, to pack up by Jiang Siming's housekeeper, Uncle Zhao.

Previously, when the Yin Family fell, in order to send her brother out of the country, she and her mother had already sold off all of their jewellery and gowns. Now, however, the only thing she was able to bring along with her to Jiang Family, to not be hated by others, was only her bank card with one hundred thousand yuan stored in it.

However, in Jiang Siming's eyes, these hundred thousand yuan were only enough for him to eat a meal with a young star. Maybe not enough.

As she gave up on herself, Yin Jiaren stayed behind to change his clothes again. She thought that after Jiang Siming finished playing, he would be able to come back. However, just as she took off her clothes from the bedroom, she was stopped by Uncle Zhao.

"Miss Yin, Mister has contacted the designer in the Southern City. All of your clothes and daily necessities were sent to the Jiang Mansion just now …" Uncle Zhao looked at the object in her hand, feeling a bit troubled.

He didn't really understand why Mister insisted on letting this woman become the mistress of Jiang Mansion … It definitely wasn't just because she was related to Jiang Yuan by blood.

But this Miss Yin, wouldn't she feel that it would be dishonorable for her to stand by her master's side while wearing these cheap clothes?

"I'm used to wearing my own clothes." Yin Jiaren laughed awkwardly.

Actually, if she could, she still wanted to take all the pretty plates, dolls, and account books that she had gotten from "walking the streets" with her, but Jiang Siming would never allow her to do that.

In his eyes, they were probably all trash.

With a bitter smile, Yin Jiaren turned her head back to her bedroom, and took the clothes that she took off from the clothes rack, and hung them one by one back.

From the moment they signed the contract, Yin Jiaren was no longer Yin Jiaren.

As she thought of this, she lowered her head and left the house. Uncle Zhao followed closely behind, helping her carry her backpack in a very gentleman's manner. He then went downstairs to the prison to wait for her in the car.

Yin Jiaren raised her head, seeing the familiar door, he reached out her hand, inserting the key into the hole in the door teeth. She twisted the key three times to the right, and after hesitating for a bit, she finally pulled the key out.

She was still hesitating, but at a certain moment, she suddenly steeled her resolve and strode down the stairs, her small heels making a thudding sound as she stepped on the stairs.

Old Li's car drove very steadily and his smile was simple and honest. From time to time, he would turn his head and say a few words to Yin Jiaren, but Uncle Zhao had a cold expression the entire time, looking somewhat similar to Jiang Siming. The owner must have his servant.

"Miss Yin, are you a local?" Old Li spoke with a sense of respect, when he raised his head to look at the rearview mirror, he met Yin Jiaren's gaze.

She was a bit tired now and didn't want to talk much. Seeing Old Li's excited eyes, she braced herself and said, "I am. It's just that when I was a child, home tutors were strict so I didn't take long to go around."

Thinking back to the Yin family, as the eldest Miss of the Yin family, how could she have run around in all sorts of streets and alleys.

Old Li nodded and skillfully made a turn. He quickly said, "When I have time, I can let you have a look. It's quite fun."

Yin Jiaren also laughed when she heard it, what he said was more like an elder telling a junior, compared to the ice cold Uncle Zhao, it was much better.

"Jiang Siming and I …"

"Cough, cough." Uncle Zhao coughed at the untimely moment, but his gold-rimmed glasses stared straight ahead.

Old Li's face changed, he kept quiet, and Yin Jiaren could see that something was amiss, she turned her gaze towards the window and did not say another word.