Song Shengsheng was sitting in the conference room of Jiang Yiyu's studio. Xiao Chen came in trotting with two cups of hot American coffee. She gave one to Song Shengsheng and one to Jiang Yiyu. She pulled out a chair and sat down next to Song Shengsheng. She took her hand warmly and started talking about the gossip she had heard during this period.

Jiang Yiyu sat aside, curling his lips. He tapped the table with his fingers, "Hey, that's enough. It's working hours. Is it appropriate for you to slack off in front of your boss?"

Xiao Chen glanced at him and asked Song Shengsheng, "Sister-in-law, can I finish telling you about this before I leave?"

Song Shengsheng nodded: "Tell me, what happened next?"

Jiang Yiyu was completely helpless. He lazily slumped in his chair, listening to Xiao Chen and Song Shengsheng talking about the truth behind the recent death of a top star.

To be honest, Jiang Yiyu has never been very interested in this kind of gossip.

The entertainment industry is constantly changing. One person is hot today, another is quiet tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow another one becomes popular again. There are so many melons that you can never finish eating them all.

The extravagance and decadence in the world of fame and fortune are nothing but superficial. Most of them are rotten to the core. The forces are so intertwined that no one can be offended. It is already a great achievement to be able to guard one's own piece of land. Who has the time to meddle in other people's affairs or gossip about others?

He yawned, selectively shifting his attention away from the conversation between Song Shengsheng and Xiao Chen. He yawned, let his head fall back on the edge of the chair, and closed his eyes.

Seeing that he was no longer urging him, Xiao Chen pulled Song Shengsheng aside and talked about some gossip.

After Xiao Chen left, Song Shengsheng kicked Jiang Yiyu's foot: "You didn't fall asleep, did you?"

Jiang Yiyu opened his eyes in a daze, rubbed his head and looked at her: "Well, Xiao Chen talked too much and told me he was sleepy, so he took a nap. What time is it?"

"It's almost half past three. Why hasn't Jiang Yicheng come yet?"

Jiang Yiyu shrugged: "I don't know. It's better if he doesn't come. It will save us trouble."

Song Shengsheng pulled his chair forward and said, "There's something I've been thinking about for a long time."

"you say."

"We got evidence of Jiang Yuan's domestic violence and called the police on Zhao Rong. This incident involves you. Will your reputation be damaged? This is another big news."

"I definitely won't allow this to get out."

"You wouldn't allow this. But if Zhao Rong and Jiang Yicheng took the evidence and reported it to the police without going through you, and then used your fame and influence to get the media's support, you wouldn't be able to control them, right?"

Jiang Yiyu was stunned: "That shouldn't be the case. Do you think Jiang Yuan is dead? He cares so much about his reputation..."

He paused mid-sentence, and Song Shengsheng said, "But Zhao Rong is not simple either."

Jiang Yiyu fell silent. He took out his cell phone and called Wen Jing, then called Xiao Chen and told them to pay more attention to public opinion and media trends during this period.

Song Shengsheng said, "The biggest fear now is that they'll turn the tables and confuse you with Jiang Yuan. Once the news gets exaggerated and the gossip media spreads all sorts of nonsense, the public will be deceived and take sides. If you want to tell the truth again, I'm afraid no one will believe you have good intentions."

"What good will she gain by doing this?"

"With Jiang Yuan down, you've been branded an accomplice, a figure who worked with your father to bully your stepmother and younger brother. Do you think the company's shareholders will still trust you? You've also lost your credibility. Isn't that a perfect opportunity for Jiang Yicheng to take the reins? He's young, and Zhao Rong can rule behind the scenes. Isn't that more profitable than your proposal to send Jiang Yicheng abroad?"

Song Shengsheng took a sip of coffee and said, "When it's time to get off work, let's call Zhao Rong and ask her why Jiang Yicheng didn't come. Then we can consider whether to tell Jiang Yuan about Zhao Rong, the canary, who wants to rebel. It's a dog-eat-dog drama, and it's quite interesting."

Jiang Yiyu frowned: "My goodness...this..."

"Zhao Rong and Jiang Yicheng are now two wolves of unknown nature. We must be good people, but we can't be like Mr. Dongguo, who saved them and got bitten in return. We must always protect ourselves."

"Wait a little longer." Jiang Yiyu brushed his hair back in annoyance.

Song Shengsheng didn't say anything else. She drank her coffee slowly, one sip at a time, glancing at him from time to time.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Xiao Chen and the others were getting ready to get off work, but Jiang Yicheng still hadn't come. Jiang Yiyu called Zhao Rong but no one answered.

Song Shengsheng picked up the phone and was about to call Jiang Yuan, but Jiang Yiyu held him down: "Wait a moment, I'll call Jiang Yicheng."

After the call was connected, it rang for a long time before it was connected. Jiang Yicheng's voice was very low on the other end of the phone. Jiang Yiyu asked him why he didn't come. Jiang Yicheng said: "I can't go today. Dad came back this morning and stayed at home all day. They don't allow me to go out."

"Then why don't you just call and tell us? Or send a message." Song Shengsheng said angrily.

Jiang Yicheng sighed, "I want to, but my parents are very strict with me. As long as Dad is home, I'm either in the living room with them or in the study listening to their lectures. They don't let me touch my phone at all. Now I'm only allowed to go back to my room after dinner and when my piano teacher is coming."

"How can we believe what you say?"

"I don't know how to make you believe it, anyway... what I said is the truth."

Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu looked at each other, and after giving Jiang Yicheng a few brief instructions, he hung up the phone.

"They really care about Jiang Yicheng's education?"

Jiang Yiyu watched as the phone screen went dark: "I guess he didn't lie."

Song Shengsheng leaned back in his chair and tapped the table lightly with his fingers: "Just keep an eye on it for now. How confident are you about the company's affairs?"

"The situation in Gangwon-do is hopeless, all that's missing is an easterly wind."

"How do I borrow it?"

"An opportunity."

"If you're sure, I won't worry about it."

"Okay." Jiang Yiyu stood up and moved to the chair next to her and sat down. He reached out and held Song Shengsheng's hand, resting his head on her shoulder. Song Shengsheng touched his face: "Is it annoying?"

"Um."

"But it will be resolved soon. Now we just need to gamble on how ambitious Jiang Yicheng is."

"Shouldn't we bet on Zhao Rong?"

"She listens to Jiang Yicheng. Do you know your cheap brother?"

"I've been calling him a little bastard. Do you think I understand?"

"That means I don't understand."

"It's so annoying, dear, why did we say we would help them yesterday?"

“Don’t question kindness.”

"As long as Jiang Yicheng and Zhao Rong don't mess up this time, I can use their case to push out the evidence of Jiang Yuan's scandal that my mother has collected and bring him down."

"Anyway, it's always right to be careful. Just don't do it at the expense of yourself. Jiang Yiyu, you must remember that in this world, I value your feathers more than you do."