"Is he unlucky enough to be in the entertainment industry until now? People say that small success depends on strength, big success depends on luck. He has both strength and luck, so he always encounters good opportunities to stand out."

Song Shengsheng sighed deeply, looked at Jiang Yiyu with some sympathy, and patted his shoulder. "His biggest shortcoming is that he doesn't study much. During this winter vacation, let me help him catch up. This year, his career and understanding of roles will definitely reach a new level."

Jiang Yiyu pushed her hand away: "Thank you, I may not have your high academic qualifications, but I also got a bachelor's degree, so I am not uneducated."

Song Ming suppressed his laughter and whispered, "Although, the money invested cannot be withdrawn."

Song Shengsheng was also annoyed. She waved her hand and picked up the chopsticks again: "Forget it, you two are just suckers who have too much money but can't spend it. There's no hope. Just continue to play with Brother Lin Huan. When you go back to playing with him, he will ruin the Lin family, you will ruin the Song family, and Brother Yi Yu will ruin himself, and then we will all be finished together."

"Not really, dear." Jiang Yi Yu said in a low voice.

"Not really, but you still have a hidden stash of money. I'll settle the score with you when I get home."

"That... that... that..."

Song Ming gave Jiang Yiyu a few glances, signaling him to stop talking. Jiang Yiyu obeyed the advice and shut up.

After a moment of silence, he took the opportunity to pick up some food for Song Shengsheng and said tentatively, "My dear, there is one more thing I need to discuss with you."

"You say." Song Shengsheng put the meat roll in the bowl into his mouth, and then directed Song Ming to pour a plate into the pot.

Jiang Yiyu said, "I've told you about this before, I wonder if you still remember."

"Just say it." Song Shengsheng glanced at him.

Jiang Yiyu took a sip of water and said, "Before the New Year, we have to go back to the Jiang family. I have to inform Jiang Yuan that I will move my mother's grave in the spring after the New Year."

"Can't you go back and talk about this yourself? Why do you have to bring Song Shengsheng along?" Song Ming asked in confusion.

Song Shengsheng said without even looking up, "We can't let him go back alone. He can't win over Zhao Rong, or even his brother. Besides, he has the same bad temper as Uncle Jiang and gets mad at us. If the two of them get together, we won't even have to buy firecrackers for the New Year."

"So exaggerated?"

"That's not an exaggeration at all." Song Shengsheng pushed the cup towards Song Ming: "Brother, pour me another cup of oolong tea."

She continued, "The last time I went back with him, that family was full of traps, every word was a trap. If you gave a wrong answer or didn't pay attention to a trap, you would fall into it and be bullied to death. And this time, Zhao Rong must still be holding a grudge against the trap that Jiang Yiyu had Jin Beisheng set for her on my birthday. So if I don't go back this time, he and Uncle Jiang will definitely fight to the death."

"Aren't you scared?" Song Ming poured her a cup of oolong tea and added two cubes of ice. "You've probably never seen a scene like this before, have you?"

"I haven't seen it, but there's nothing to be afraid of. Brother Yi Yu and I, combined, can't we take care of that family of old, weak, and disabled people?"

Jiang Yiyu also laughed when he heard it: "Old, weak, sick and disabled, wow, that's a good description!"

"Anyway, in short, in short, as long as I'm here, no one can bully us!"

Jiang Yiyu clasped his fists in agreement and sighed, "Miss Song is truly a hero of our time!"

…

But when Song Shengsheng got in the car with Jiang Yiyu to go back to Jiang's house, she was not happy anymore. She got a headache when she thought about seeing the sarcastic Zhao Rong, the strange and somewhat yandere Jiang Yicheng, and the hypocritical and pretentious Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yiyu also had a solemn expression. He reached out and held Song Shengsheng's hand. Song Shengsheng smiled at him and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I'll protect you."

"I'm not afraid. This time, most of everything is ready. I have the confidence."

Song Shengsheng turned his head to look out the window and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether I'm confident or not. I just hope that we don't have to walk down the mountain today. It's cold, and I don't want to catch a cold again."

"No, I'm prepared this time."

Song Shengsheng sighed.

…

The car stopped in front of the Jiang family's door. After getting out of the car, Jiang Yiyu helped Song Shengsheng open the door. Holding hands, the two of them, led by the housekeeper, walked through the courtyard covered with a thin layer of snow and walked into the house.

Zhao Rong and Jiang Yicheng stood at the door to greet them. Zhao Rong enthusiastically arranged things, getting them slippers, and said, "I heard you were coming back so early this morning, so I quickly asked the kitchen to prepare a few more of your favorite dishes. However, unfortunately, Old Jiang was on a business trip last night and won't be back today."

"Business trip?" Jiang Yiyu kicked his slippers aside.

Zhao Rong looked at the two people who hadn't moved at all, and it was obvious that they had no intention of changing shoes. The smile on her face froze for a moment: "If you don't want to change shoes, then don't change them. As long as you are comfortable, it's fine."

Jiang Yiyu ignored her and continued to ask, "Why is Jiang Yuan on a business trip?"

"How could I understand this? He doesn't let me get involved in company matters. Don't you understand your father's temper? If you ask too many questions and get tired of asking, he'll scold me. I don't mind having a smooth life. How could I be like some people who can't get over it and keep looking for trouble?" She smiled and looked at Song Shengsheng, saying, "Don't stand here. Come in. It's time for dinner."

Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu looked at each other and squeezed his hand.

The two walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Zhao Rong tugged at Jiang Yicheng's arm and said angrily, "Yicheng, you haven't even asked how your brother and sister-in-law are. Don't I always teach you to be polite? It's not nice for you to be like this now."

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