Li Wei cried and complained about how unhappy her life was. She had a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, no house or car, her parents were in poor health, and everything was going wrong. She could not afford to sue and could not pay the high compensation. She had been talking nonsense online because she was blinded by money. She hoped that Jiang Yiyu would remember their old relationship and let her go.

She cried so pitifully that Jiang Yi Yu softened his heart and waived her compensation. He only asked her to write a handwritten letter of apology and post it online, publicly apologizing to all the people she had slandered. In particular, he clarified that the fight he and Song Ming had in the alley was not because of personal grudges or a fight with thugs, but was a heroic act to save her.

After Li Wei sent the handwritten letter, her matter with Jiang Yiyu was settled, but Jiang Yiyu fell silent again due to the pressure of public opinion.

Song Ming also said that he should be a Bodhisattva.

Jiang Yiyu smiled and said, "I wouldn't dare to blaspheme the gods. I just find it troublesome. It's better to have less trouble than more. So let it be."

But even though he forgave Li Wei, his troubles were not solved. Every time his work went viral, or he was preparing to do something big, or when some negative news was revealed, this matter related to Li Wei would always be brought up, followed by some unnecessary entanglements.

Song Shengsheng felt that the reason why Jiang Yiyu had been so indifferent in recent years was probably related to these things.

Because he has experienced so much, he doesn't care. Because he has always empathized, he doesn't understand. As the things he doesn't understand accumulate, he becomes too lazy to understand.

In his words, being yourself is more important than anything else. He is not money, so how can he please everyone?

But not all of his worries could be laughed off so nonchalantly. The first and foremost ones were his original family and his mother's death.

But today, he still softened his heart and let Jiang Yicheng go.

Song Shengsheng guessed his thoughts and seemed to understand why he chose to let him go after empathizing with Jiang Yicheng. Perhaps he saw his own shadow as a teenager in Jiang Yicheng, as well as the impulse to escape the shackles of an unfortunate family.

When he helped Jiang Yicheng, he was actually helping his former self in another way, making up for the regrets and helplessness buried deep in his heart.

But time cannot be reversed, and the 28-year-old Jiang Yiyu cannot make up for his teenage self by helping others.

The snow was getting heavier. Song Shengsheng sniffed and patted Jiang Yiyu on the back. "Let's go home. I'm hungry."

Jiang Yiyu quietly let her go, took her hand, and walked slowly along this seemingly endless mountain road that Song Shengsheng didn't like at all.

He walked in front to lead the way, and Song Shengsheng followed behind him, stepping in his footprints. The wind and snow turned his hair and shoulders white. Perhaps today, they can be considered to have grown old together.

In the evening, Su Bei called and said that with the help of Song Ming, she successfully got back the money she had previously given to Zhou Han to buy a house. In order to celebrate this major happy event, she decided to treat her, Jiang Yiyu and Song Ming to hot pot together!

Jiang Yiyu listened to Su Bei's words amplified by the mobile phone, and used his mouth to let Song Shengsheng ask her where to eat. If they went to her house, they would not go because he didn't want to climb the stairs.

Song Shengsheng understood and asked, "Su Bei, have you decided on a place?"

Su Bei said: "It's settled! If you don't come to my house, you don't have to climb the stairs. Let your actor Jiang put his heart back in his stomach."

Jiang Yiyu was stunned for a moment, pointed at himself, and whispered, "How does she know what I'm thinking?"

Song Shengsheng shrugged, asked Su Bei about the time and place, and hung up the phone.

Jiang Yiyu curled up on the sofa, then scratched his hair twice and asked, "My dear, do you think I should go get a haircut in a couple of days? My hair is so long now, I'm not used to it."

"Don't do anything stupid. I took a look at the script for your next play. The male lead has hair." She sat down next to him and rubbed the top of his head. "I'm worried now. Do you think Jiang Yicheng will come to the studio to see you tomorrow?"

"Who knows?" Jiang Yiyu held Song Shengsheng's hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it: "I've come to terms with it. When I go back today, whether I meet Jiang Yuan or not, I've already told him hello. There's no need to notify him again if I want to move my mother's grave. Anyway, I've already completed the connection work with the Li family. Everything is ready, so he can't be considered as Dongfeng."

"Don't come back and make trouble again."

"Just make a fuss. I've been making a fuss all day. Now when I close my eyes, my head is filled with Zhao Rong and Jiang Yicheng crying. I'm already very annoyed. I can't get any more annoyed. So let it be."

"You're quite open-minded."

"What else can I do? I'm a law-abiding citizen, a devoted husband, and a future veteran actor with both beauty and talent!"

"The more you talk, the more outrageous you become." Song Shengsheng pulled back his hand: "Alright, stop joking, pack up and go eat hot pot."

"I don't have anything to pack, so I'll just wear this. Just help me out later and bring out the red scarf you knitted for me. I'll wear it when I go out to keep warm."

"You really don't mind being ugly."

"It's no use complaining about it being ugly, you won't knit me a new one."

"Look how aggrieved you are. I'll knit it for you in a couple of days after I finish revising the paper."

Jiang Yiyu spread his arms and looked up at the ceiling, his whole body lazily lying there as if he had no bones. He smiled nonchalantly and said, "Then I'm afraid I'll never be able to wear this scarf in my lifetime."

Song Shengsheng picked up the phone and smiled, pretending to hit him: "Don't curse me! I'm serious about studying and asking me. I have a bad temper!"

Jiang Yiyu cooperated and used his hands to protect himself. He curled up and begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, lady, spare my life!"

…

The next day, Song Shengsheng went to Jiang Yiyu's studio with him. This was her first time there.

The decoration style of Jiang Yiyu's studio is mainly black and white, and there is a large artistic photo of him hanging at the entrance.

Song Shengsheng teased him, "Why are you so narcissistic?"

Jiang Yiyu sighed helplessly, "You think I want to? It was Wen Jing and Xiao Chen who suggested that I hang up here, and the boss will personally welcome the guests. It shows sincerity and saves the trouble of hiring a receptionist. What do you think happened?"

He pointed at the two staff members sitting behind the front desk looking at their phones and said with a smile, "Even after hanging me up, I still didn't save a penny. Even the boss and his wife showed up, and no one took us seriously."

He pulled Song Shengsheng over and knocked on the front desk. The staff looked up at the sound, was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are here!" They turned their eyes to Song Shengsheng, whose face was half buried in the scarf, and said with some surprise: "This must be my sister-in-law!"