Sir, How About A Marriage?

Guan Ning smiled when she heard this. Yin Yi threw herself into Guan Ning’s arms and said, “That’s right! Our mother is the best in the world!”

At this time, Guan Tang smiled at Yin Jia meaningfully, and Yin Jia returned with a friendly smile of her own.

Ye He was silent for a long time after listening to his assistant’s report. The report was too shocking. Was the world truly so small? How could it be so coincidental that Cheng Che was the child of the Yin family?

Ye He could not help but feel a burst of sourness in his heart as he thought to himself, ‘Why does the Mu family get all the good things?’

Ye He had invited the Yin family to invest in hopes of obtaining Zhuang Ji. He had already learned about the embroidery manual, after all. He did not expect that the Yin family was inextricably linked to the Mu family. Once Cheng Che returned to the Yin family, it would be over for him. After all, who did not know that Cheng Che was running Zhuang Ji for Song Ning?

Ye He stood up and paced back and forth. No matter how long he thought about it, he could not find a solution.

He picked up the report on the table and read it carefully again from the beginning until the end. Then, he suddenly asked his assistant, “Miss Yin is still single?”.

The assistant replied, “She had a fiance before. However, he got into a car accident. After that, Miss Yin didn’t have a boyfriend until now.”

Ye He nodded thoughtfully before asking again, “She’s not working for the Yin family?”

“No. Miss Yin studied art and likes playing the cello. I heard her fiance also dabbled in art. His family background wasn’t good, but the Yin family didn’t seem to mind it. After he passed away, Miss Yin quit teaching and went abroad to recuperate. She didn’t work after she returned,” the assistant said, revealing everything he found out.

“Alright.” Ye He nodded.

“Master, do you want me to investigate Miss Yin?” the assistant asked, puzzled by Ye He’s interest in Yin Jia.

Ye He thought about it for a moment before he said, “Go and investigate her hobbies. Call Young Master and tell him to come back when he has the time. Tell him I have something urgent to speak to him about.”

Following that, the assistant hurriedly called Ye Cheng

Ye Cheng was sitting on a couch watching the ancient drama that Zhuang Ning starred in.

At this moment, Zhuang Ning, who was dressed in her home clothes, walked into the living room with a plate of fruits and placed it on the coffee table in front of Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng quickly thanked her before he pointed at the television and said, “I feel that you’ll definitely win an award for this.”

Zhuang Ning said with a faint smile, “I’m just a newcomer. I don’t dare to hope for an award. I’m already very satisfied with the few passable works I’ve done.”

Ye Cheng thought about it for a moment before he said, “Do you want me to help you with this? I have connections with some of the judges.”

Zhuang Ning rolled her eyes inwardly. She feigned surprise and asked, “You have connections with the judges?”

Ye Cheng’s hand that was holding the fork stilled briefly.When he saw Zhuang Ning looking at him, waiting for an answer, he could only say, “It’s because of my sister back then...”

Seeing the confused expression on Zhuang Ning’s face, he explained, “Back then, my sister had a very impressive and capable manager. She provided me with a channel to make these connections.”

Zhuang Ning’s hand, which was hidden from sight, was tightly clenched upon hearing these words. She tried her best to stay calm as she asked, Oh, then what is the manager doing now? Can you introduce her to me? Peng Peng is too young. I might need a more experienced manager. It’s really hard to find a good manager these days. Since you know her, I’d be rest assured with her abilities.”

Ye Cheng spat the fruit core into the plate before he waved his hand and said, “She’s not here anymore. If you want to change managers, I can help you look for one.”

“Not here anymore? Where did she go?” Zhuang Ning asked as she looked into Ye Cheng’s eyes.