C14

The night of Jiang Mansion was the concentration of the extravagant scenery of the entire city.

Even when Old Li's car came to a stable stop, Yin Jiaren still could not react in time.

This was a magnificent cage.

As she thought about this, Uncle Zhao opened the door and got out of the car. Just as she stepped out, a cute little ball of fur wrapped around her leg.

"Mom, let's think about it from a distance." Jiang Yuan hugged Yin Jiaren's legs without letting go and twisted her chubby body. The smile on her face was also soft.

She bent over and carried him in her arms. When she looked up, she saw five to six servants following her. They were carrying porridge, water cups, and toy ducklings … If she was far away, she wouldn't like to eat.

"Mom." Jiang Yuan rubbed his teeth in her arms as he hugged Yin Jiaren's neck tightly.

Did Mom move in here? He had to be wary of his father. That damn man would fight with him for his mother … With little Jiu Jiu Jiu in his heart, Jiang Yuan turned around and made a face at the servants, then went into Yin Jiaren's embrace, unwilling to move.

The few servants who followed him were stunned as they saw the scene in front of them.

What was going on? The Young Master that no one liked to get close to, had actually rushed forward to hug this woman?

It was not their fault that they did not know Yin Jiaren's identity. There were many servants in the Jiang Mansion, and there were always people who had never seen her before.

Yin Jiaren felt that the temperature at night was a little cold and couldn't help but hug Jiang Yuan tightly. He quickly walked inside his Jiang Mansion, afraid that his son would catch a cold.

"You're here?"

When Yin Jiaren and her son went in, Jiang Siming seemed to have just returned. He still had his well-cut suit jacket on.

He glanced at her indifferently, then calmly took off his coat and handed it to Uncle Zhao, who had just walked in and hung it on a hanger.

Old Li seemed to have gotten off work. She didn't see him come in.

"Yes." Seeing that he did not interrupt her, Yin Jiaren did not continue the conversation on her own. She hugged Jiang Yuan who was sitting at the dining table and helped him put on the bib on the table.

But, God knows, Jiang Yuan's little friend hated this thing the most.

His big dark eyes rolled twice and his mouth twitched, as if he was afraid that if he said it, his mother would despise him, so he decided to put up with this ugly beak.

Yin Jiaren was only paying attention to Jiang Siming's movements from the corner of his eyes, he did not pay too much attention to the actions of the little kid beside him.

After Uncle Zhao finished hanging up Jiang Siming's clothes, he walked back to the dining table in a few steps. Most probably, he had received Jiang Siming's orders, so he suddenly bent over and called out to Yin Jiaren "Madam".

Not only were the servants unable to react, even the glass in Yin Jiaren's hand fell to the ground.

So fast?

She tried to cover her panic. Looking up, she saw Jiang Siming's expression that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling.

What was there to laugh about!

The reality was pressing down on Yin Jiaren, all she could do was shift her gaze away.

The quality of the servants in Jiang Mansion were all decent. Even though they were shocked by the news just now, they were still able to quickly suppress it.

Yin Jiaren was a local and had lived in a city near the sea since young. Naturally, she had developed a habit of loving fish.

As her thoughts drifted away, her heart seemed to be gripped by something.

All in all, Jiang Siming could be considered an old friend. Whenever he met people he had known before, he would unconsciously think back to the things that happened in the past.

Yin Jiaren smiled bitterly as sshe lowered her head, reached out with her chopsticks to pick up the fish. After carefully picking out the sting, he placed it on Jiang Yuan's plate.

Seeing that, Uncle Zhao wanted to step forward to say a few words, but was stopped by Jiang Siming using a look at him.

Previously, when Jiang Yuan was eating at a distance, a few servants would take turns to feed him. But looking at Yin Jiaren's intention, is this for young master to eat by himself?

"Hello, Mom." Jiang Yuan's soft and adorable little bun's face instantly twisted into a frown. He looked pitifully at his mother and then pulled at her skirt with Little Fatso's hand as he repeated, "Hey, wait far away."

Yin Jiaren was startled, seeing the reaction of the people around him, she could roughly guess what was going on. With furrowed brows, she lowered her head and said to her son.

Jiang Yuan's mouth was still puckered, while Jiang Siming, who was sitting opposite of him, did not speak from beginning to end, a perfect example of watching coldly from the sidelines.

Yin Jiaren couldn't help but curse this cold fellow again in her heart. She made her feel as if she was only her own son … Until now, she still couldn't eat?!

"Be good. Eat it yourself from afar." Receiving her unsatisfied gaze, Jiang Siming's lips slightly parted, and began to help her coax her son, "You don't like mother anymore?"

Before Jiang Yuan could figure out the relationship between liking his mother and eating by himself, his hands were stuffed with a pair of chopsticks by Uncle Zhao.

Uncle Zhao also looked at Young Master with slight concern … In his opinion, other than the status of master and servant, he was no different from his grandfather.

"Sir, Young Master is still young." Due to the pain he felt for Jiang Yuanshan, Uncle Zhao calmed his heart down.

Jiang Siming made a sound of agreement, but his gaze was still locked on Yin Jiaren, as if he did not hear Uncle Zhao's words, and continued to encourage Jiang Yuan to eat.

Although it was difficult, with his mother accompanying him, the little tyrant Jiang Yuan was patient. He picked up a piece of meat for himself and quickly moved it to his plate.

Yin Jiaren was not hungry, she focused all of her attention on Jiang Yuan. Seeing that her son only had meat, she quickly moved the two vegetables into his son's bowl, with an expression that said "Hurry and eat! Mother is looking forward to it" on her face.

Jiang Yuan wanted to cry, but no tears came out. Little Fatso's hand, which was holding onto the meat, shook a little. However, due to his persistence in the meat, he didn't lose it.

He roared and swallowed the meat, while chewing, he looked at Jiang Siming for help.

Daddy! Save me! Please!

However, Jiang Siming lowered his head to eat his meal and cruelly rejected the little bun's request.

After a meal, Yin Jiaren did not eat much.

Uncle Zhao was extremely worried at first, but after seeing the little bun's appetite, he happily relaxed.

The old butler, whose hair was a little gray at the temples, stared suspiciously at the back of Yin Jiaren as he brought Jiang Yuan upstairs. He started to ponder whether the arrival of this "Mrs. Jiang" was a good or bad thing for the entire Jiang Mansion and Jiang Siming.