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Meanwhile, Yin Muqiao, who was staying with Wu Hua in Wu Hua's small apartment, looked quite serious.

Wu Hua also looked at Yin Muqiao with a hint of worry.

She tried to ask, "Ah Qiao, Jian He doesn't really want to divorce you, does she?"

"Heh, she wouldn't dare. I think she's just playing hard to get, I wonder what she's up to." Although Yin Muqiao said this, he himself wasn't sure.

He quickly picked up his shirt and put it on. Wu Hua tried to help him, but he brushed her aside without making a sound.

He was extremely upset at the moment and didn't want anyone to come near him.

Wu Hua was worried about his art exhibition.

She had already publicized her art exhibition in Nanluo City beforehand, and everyone knew about it. She was just waiting for the 50 million from the Jian Group to arrive. If the money didn't arrive, she might not be able to take back what she had boasted about.

At that time, Wu Hua will lose both face and substance.

With a nervous heart, she asked again, "Ah Qiao, is there any hope for the 50 million for the art exhibition? She wouldn't really prevent you from withdrawing that 50 million from the finances, would she?"

Yin Muqiao said confidently, "No, this isn't the first time she's thrown a tantrum. How can a housewife possibly control civil affairs investment matters?"

"You just do your own thing. I'm going to the company right now. I refuse to believe that I, the president of a company, am not even qualified to spend 50 million."

Yin Muqiao stormed out of Wu Hua's apartment.

He went downstairs and, as usual, waved for his cousin's luxury car to come and pick him up. But when he finally managed to get a response, he remembered that Jian He had already had the car driven away the night before.

Having no other choice, Yin Muqiao took out her phone and booked a ride-hailing service.

Time passed second by second, and Jian He had been waiting at the Civil Affairs Bureau for more than twenty minutes, but Yin Muqiao still hadn't appeared.

Just as she was about to make a call to Yin Muqiao, Cheng Yan's younger sister, Cheng Xue, appeared in front of Jian He dressed as a staff member of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The Jian and Cheng families are old friends, and Cheng Xue and Jian He have known each other since childhood.

Upon seeing Jian He, Cheng Xue warmly went up to greet her.

"Sister Jianhe, what are you doing here?"

Jian He saw Cheng Xue and felt slightly embarrassed, then said nonchalantly, "I'm here to get a divorce..."

"Huh? A divorce?"

"Yes, my husband isn't right. He should be laid off."

Hearing Jian He's easy answer, Cheng Xue was a little surprised. Jian He was definitely the first person in the Civil Affairs Bureau to talk about divorce so casually.

"Sister Jianhe, divorce now requires an appointment and there's a one-month cooling-off period. Have you really thought it through?"

Cheng Xue probed Jian He's intentions.

Jian He nodded and said, "I've thought it through. All that's missing is for that scumbag to come and get our marriage certificate..."

Hearing Jian He say this, Cheng Xue expressed her opinion, echoing, "You really should change your husband, Sister Jian He. I wish you a fresh start."

From her conversation with Cheng Xue, Jian He learned how many people were not optimistic about her marriage with Yin Muqiao. Indeed, divorcing Yin Muqiao now was the wisest choice she had ever made.

Jian He chatted with Cheng Xue for several minutes, but Yin Muqiao still hadn't arrived. She was getting anxious and was about to call and urge Yin Muqiao when she unexpectedly learned some news from Maison.

Mason said to her, "Miss, you need to come to the company right away. President Yin is making a scene."

"Oh? Uncle Mai, don't worry, I'll go to the company and see what's going on."

Jian He didn't even have time to say goodbye to Cheng Xue before hurriedly leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau's certificate processing hall with the phone in hand.

After Jian He left, Cheng Xue hurriedly found a corner and called her brother, Cheng Yan.

"Brother, the girl you've got your eye on is getting a divorce. You'd better hurry up and make a good impression, your chance is coming."

"When it's time to change how you address me, let me know. You must ask your sister-in-law to give me a big red envelope then."

"Brother, I wish you all the best, keep going!"

Cheng Yan, who was undergoing surgery, was speechless.

He retorted to Cheng Xue, "What? Never received a big red envelope before?"

Cheng Xue answered quickly, "I have received them, but I have never received any from my sister-in-law."

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Not long after, Jian He arrived at the Jian Group. As soon as she reached the door of the conference room, she heard Yin Muqiao yelling at everyone.

"Chief Financial Officer, do you want to quit or not? As the company president, my word doesn't count for a small project I invested 50 million in. Isn't that right?"

"Let me tell you, if you don't want to work here, pack your bags and leave right now. You're withholding my funds. Don't you know who you are?"

The CFO was furious at being scolded for no reason. He defended himself, saying, "President Yin, I'm in charge of finance. If you want to withdraw money, you need financial regulations. Without Chairman Jian's signature, there's really no way to withdraw 50 million."

"I suggest you go find Chairman Jian and have him sign off on it."

Upon hearing that the CFO had told him to contact Jian Qingshan, Yin Muqiao became agitated again.

He said, "You want me to find my father-in-law? Don't you know he's sick and hospitalized, and his hands are shaking so badly he can't even eat? You want me to get him to sign something? What were you thinking?"

"I see you have no idea what the situation is like in the company right now. Sooner or later, I'll make you go home and hold your grandson."

Yin Muqiao's words were not delivered with any air of superiority, but rather as if he had already taken control of the entire Jian Group.

Upon hearing his words, Jian He clearly sensed his ambition. Luckily, she was smart enough not to transfer the Jian Group to his name; otherwise, he would have known how many eyes Ma Wangye had.

Jian He pushed open the door and entered.

"President Yin is so impressive..."

Upon seeing Jian He, Yin Muqiao's face clearly showed some surprise, while the CEOs of those companies had inscrutable expressions when they saw Jian He.

In their view, Jian He, that spendthrift, would definitely spend the money on Yin Muqiao without any regard for the consequences.

Yin Muqiao frowned slightly in displeasure and asked, "Why are you here?"

"If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that President Yin was so capable." Jian He's tone was full of sarcasm.

Yin Muqiao naturally understood Jian He's sarcasm, but he had no choice but to ignore it.

He pulled Jian He's arm and said, "It's perfect that you're here. Come with me to the hospital to see Dad and have him sign this document."

Jian He glanced at the financial expenditure contract in Yin Muqiao's hand, which listed Wu Hua's account number.

She reached out unhappily and pushed away Yin Muqiao, who was grabbing her arm, reminding him, "Yin Muqiao, you've gone too far. I warned you last night not to pull me, or I'd turn on you."

Jian He's sudden cold words to Yin Muqiao surprised the department heads present.

They opened their eyes wide, thinking they must have misheard. Would Jian He, Yin Muqiao's sycophant, really dare to turn against Yin Muqiao?