The two looked at each other, and in tacit understanding, they walked to the door together, opened the door a little, and put their ears together to listen to the movement outside.

Wang Jing yelled, "Song Ming! You bastard! I asked you to go on a blind date but you didn't take it seriously. I asked you to go home for the New Year but you told me you couldn't come back because of work. And now you're messing around out there! The Song family only has so much face left, and you're ruining it every day..."

Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu retreated at the same time and gently closed the door.

Song Shengsheng sighed: "It seems that my brother is in great danger this time!"

Jiang Yiyu leaned against the wall and sighed, "But Song Ming is a little unusual. Although he was a scumbag before, as far as I know, he never brought women home to spend the night, let alone anything substantial."

"What's the meaning?"

"What this means is that he simply appreciates beauty, possesses beauty, and enjoys the company of beauty. It's all a face-saving project."

Song Shengsheng frowned. "No way. Before, when you were filming in South City, he accompanied me to look for you. Then he disappeared for a few days. When he came back, there were some ambiguous marks on his neck. Have you forgotten?"

"I remember it, and I also know who made him disappear."

"who?"

Jiang Yiyu looked at her expression of enjoying herself, smiled meaningfully, and said after a while: "I won't tell you."

"No, come on, tell me now, we have a secret to share with everyone!"

"You really want to know?"

"What else?" Song Shengsheng walked closer and shook his arm: "Tell me secretly, I promise not to tell anyone else."

Jiang Yiyu lowered his head and whispered a few words into her ear.

Song Shengsheng's eyes widened: "No way? Are you serious?"

"Oh, no one is cheated."

"Oh my god, how can they meet each other later and act like nothing happened?"

Jiang Yiyu shrugged and pinched her face: "It's actually a bit embarrassing, but we just didn't notice it."

Song Shengsheng leaned her head against his shoulder: "So, do you think that now that she's with my brother, the one who makes my mom mad is still Sister Wen Jing?"

"I don't know, but Wenjing hasn't been busy lately. Who knows, why don't we go out and take a look?"

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

The two of them left the bathroom and returned to the restaurant. Wang Jing was still scolding Song Ming. Song Qing sighed, looked at them, and asked in a low voice, "Yi Yu, are you feeling better?"

Jiang Yiyu nodded: "I'm sorry to have worried Dad. I'm much better now."

Song Shengsheng pulled his chair forward, pointed at Wang Jing with his chopsticks, and asked Song Qing, "Dad, has my brother gotten into serious trouble this time?"

"Alas, that boy, he never does anything serious. Your mother is so angry this time because she went out to party with friends the day before yesterday and talked about introducing your brother to a girl. As a result, one of her friends laughed at her and said that her son obviously has no shortage of girlfriends. He changes every three months. He is a philandering person in Beijing. Everyone in the circle knows his problems. If you introduce him to the daughter of a good family and he really takes a fancy to her, it would be a sin."

"Then what?"

"Then your mother was almost mad at me. She went home and threw a huge tantrum. She was sulking for two days, and now it all came out today."

Song Sheng uttered a hissing sound, looked at Wang Jing, pursed her lips, and shook her head helplessly. She reached out and pinched Jiang Yiyu's arm, leaning close to whisper in his ear: "Why don't you send a WeChat message and ask Sister Wen Jing where she is? If you can, just confess. With this posture, if they don't admit their relationship, my mother will peel off a layer of skin from my brother."

"How do I ask?"

"Just ask her where she is."

"Okay." Jiang Yiyu took out his mobile phone from his pocket and sent a WeChat message to Wen Jing. After waiting for a while, Wen Jing replied: I'm in Jiangcheng, what's wrong?

Jiang Yiyu tilted the phone screen towards Song Shengsheng. Song Shengsheng looked at it and felt a pang in his heart: "Ask her again if she has met Song Ming."

After a while, Wen Jing replied, "Next to me."

Song Shengsheng's eyes widened. She took Jiang Yiyu's phone and typed a long string of messages. Before she could send them, she heard Wen Jing's voice coming from the video: "Hello, Auntie. I'm Song Ming's girlfriend, Wen Jing. We're not having an affair."

Wang Jing was stunned. She tried hard to control her anger and said, "Good boy, please move aside. I need to talk to Song Ming."

Then, Wang Jing's scolding became even louder: "Song Ming, you bastard! You have a girlfriend, why didn't you tell us? I worry about you being single all your life. I think every day that you don't like this girl, and you think that girl is not suitable. You have a bad reputation every day, and people look down on you too. I just think about how to convince them to meet you.

Ever since you returned to China, you've been playing around every day, never doing anything reliable. Your dad and I wanted you to settle down sooner so we could retire without worry, but what about you...you...you can choose not to get married or have a relationship, that's all your freedom, but you can't mess around..."

Wang Jing's voice trembled as she spoke, and her face looked obviously worse. Song Qing quickly stood up and supported her, saying to Song Shengsheng, "Shengsheng, go to your mother's and my bedroom and get your mother's heart pills from the bedside table! Go quickly!"

Song Shengsheng trotted upstairs. Jiang Yiyu walked around the table and helped Song Qing to support Wang Jing to the living room. The grandparents also sighed. Song Shengsheng's aunt's family was afraid that the old people would get hurt by being angry, so they hurriedly persuaded them to go back to their rooms.

When Song Shengsheng went downstairs with the medicine, she saw Song Qing standing by the window with his cell phone, speaking harshly to Song Ming. Wang Jing sat on the sofa next to Jiang Yiyu, holding his hand, wiping her tears as she said, "If Song Ming was half as good as you, I wouldn't be so worried! Yiyu, you must be good to Shengsheng, alas..."

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