"Senior Brother, you’re back? Why didn’t you notify us in advance? Sister Zhijou and I would have co to pick you up."
Wang Xinyi thought Jiang Siming wouldn’t be back until tonight.
She had been eager to return ho, planning to find Yin Zhijou and head to the airport.
But as soon as she arrived, she noticed that the kitchen fruits had been touched. Going upstairs, she saw a pile of fruit peels in the trash bin—it was obviously Jiang Siming’s doing.
Her man was back.
The two won were overjoyed but didn’t want to disturb him, so they went downstairs to cook.
"You two are both in school. Taking leave all the ti isn’t good, and besides, I was only gone for two days. I’m not a kid."
Jiang Siming chuckled. These two won were spoiling him too much.
At ho, they wouldn’t let him do any housework, nor would they let him enter the kitchen.
His daily needs—food, clothing, shelter, and transportation—were all taken care of by them.
Jiang Siming felt that if this continued, he might really start thinking of himself as an emperor…
"Let’s eat first. The food is ready. Today, we made soy-braised chicken cubes, stead glutinous rice pork, sweet and sour ribs, and egg drop soup."
"The stead glutinous rice pork and egg drop soup were made by Sister Zhijou. Since you were in Chongqing for a few days, we figured you must have had a lot of spicy food, so we made sothing milder for you."
Wang Xinyi grinned as she scooped a bowl of rice for Jiang Siming.
This wasn’t just an occasional gesture—this was Jiang Siming’s daily treatnt at ho.
He had seen many n online complaining that their girlfriends didn’t cook, were bossy, or were too controlling.
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Jiang Siming could only say: Sorry, I have no experience with that.
With so many wives, not a single one was like what they described. Isn’t that frustrating?
The three of them sat together at ho, enjoying a warm dinner.
Jiang Siming took big bites of the food his won prepared. No matter how great restaurant food was, he only loved ho-cooked als.
In terms of cooking skills, his two won were no less than professional chefs.
They often learned new dishes to "feed" Jiang Siming, completely spoiling his taste buds.
If not for the gene modification drugs he took, they would have fattened him up by now.
When it ca to cooking, Wang Xinyi and Yin Zhijou were top-tier chefs, specializing in Zhejiang and Cantonese cuisine.
Tuan Tuan was also a decent cook, skilled in Hunan cuisine—typical for a Fujian girl.
Dai Dai, on the other hand, was terrible at cooking. But recently, she had been learning from Tuan Tuan.
She was worried Jiang Siming would dislike her for not knowing how to cook, so she was trying to catch up fast.
She used to swear in her livestreams that if she ever had a boyfriend, she would never cook.
She said she would find a man who could cook for her because there was no way she would ever step into the kitchen.
But reality had slapped her hard in the face. Now, she deeply regretted not learning how to cook earlier.
"What was I even thinking back then? Why didn’t I just learn so cooking skills?"
Then there was Zhao Xuan. She was also a great cook and would often make als for Xiaoxiao after work.
As for Jiang Lan, Jiang Siming had never tasted her cooking before. She probably, maybe, most likely didn’t know how to cook.
"Sister Zhijou, Senior Brother, look at this news! It’s unbelievable!"
While eating, Wang Xinyi scrolled through her phone and found a shocking piece of news. She imdiately shared it with the other two.
Jiang Siming and Yin Zhijou leaned in to take a look.
**[Breaking News: Dolce & Gabbana Ad Sparks Outrage for Insulting China!]** #WeiboTrending No.1
The news had only been posted for two hours, yet it had already shot up to the top trending spot on Weibo.
This was even bigger than when Jiang Siming made ten billion overnight.
Clicking on the news, they saw D&G’s latest advertisent video.
In the video, a Chinese woman sat at a dining table, pretending to eat. She held a pair of chopsticks in an extrely awkward and unnatural way, laughing continuously.
Anyone watching it would want to curse: "What the hell are you laughing at?"
She laughed while demonstrating the use of chopsticks, mocking Chinese culture in a highly sarcastic manner.
Below the video was an explosive revelation: leaked chat records of D&G’s designers and executives.
In the chat logs, the senior executives and designers of this luxury brand compared Chinese culture to excrent, using words like disgusting, boring, and nauseating to describe China and its culture.
Even on Facebook and Twitter, their private posts were full of disdain for Chinese culture.
Chinese netizens who saw this news were furious, which explains why this story made it to the top of the trending list within two hours.
This was a major insult to China, and it wasn’t just from an individual—it ca from a well-known company.
As soon as the news broke, D&G’s official Chinese website and Weibo account were flooded with angry comnts from countless Chinese netizens.
Even Facebook and Twitter, which are usually inaccessible in China, were not spared, as Chinese netizens bypassed restrictions to flood their pages.
A single stone stirred up a thousand waves!
This luxury brand, which many people hadn’t even heard of before, beca famous overnight in China—but in the worst possible way.
Unfortunately for them, this fa was a disaster!
"This brand is absolutely disgusting. How could they have such executives and designers?" Yin Zhirou said angrily.
Even soone as calm and gentle as this piano teacher was enraged—one could only imagine how furious the rest of China was.
"Yeah, I’ve always heard that D&G was anti-China, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad. Luckily, I’ve never bought anything from them," Wang Xinyi said with relief.
If she had, she would never use their products again.
Jiang Siming continued eating, his eyes filled with a cold sneer.
Just as the fragnts had predicted, this self-destructive brand had only itself to bla.
Right after finishing his al, Jiang Siming’s phone rang—it was Li Yingzi.
As soon as he picked up, Li Yingzi was practically bursting with excitent.
"Xiao Mingzi, your insider info was spot on! We just invested ten billion yesterday, and now this happens today! Hahaha!"
Li Yingzi was so excited she almost needed a loudspeaker to shout in Jiang Siming’s ear.
Ever since the scandal broke, D&G’s stock in China had been plumting!
Li Yingzi was grateful they had acted early—if they tried to short it now, they probably wouldn’t even be able to get in.
"Keep watching. Wait until it hits the limit down. Don’t rush to cash out—we need to make these bastards suffer for a long ti," Jiang Siming said with a faint smile.
"No problem! Boss, I’ll get back to work!"
After hanging up, Jiang Siming checked D&G’s stock on his phone.
Sure enough, it was dropping rapidly, just as Li Yingzi had said.
Originally priced at over 30 yuan, it had already fallen to 25 yuan.
A drop of just 5 yuan might not seem like much, but for a major corporation with billions of shares, this was a catastrophic loss.
D&G’s market value was in the hundreds of billions, so this drop had already evaporated tens of billions—and the worst was yet to co.
Jiang Siming knew this was only the beginning.
Once the stock hit its limit down, that would be the mont D&G truly learned its lesson.
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After thinking for a mont, Jiang Siming called Qi Muqing and asked her to check with the company to see who had purchased D&G products.
If anyone had, he would buy them back at full price.
Paying full price to repurchase these items from his employees wasn’t giving money to D&G—it was giving it to his own people.
As for why he was collecting them, Jiang Siming certainly had his reasons.
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