"Brother is not a lazy person. He works very hard. Mom, you can't completely deny him as a person just because he has emotional problems. He still has his good points."

"You're still protecting him! Your brother's love for you since childhood is really worth it." Song Qing finished speaking and poured Wang Jing a glass of water: "Don't be angry now, save some energy, and settle the score with that kid when you get to Jiangcheng."

Wang Jing nodded, put down her chopsticks, and asked, "Have you packed everything I asked you to bring?"

Song Qing hummed: "I knew you were worried, so I checked it again when I got up."

"That's good. Let's go and see. If the girl agrees and it's suitable, we can finalize the marriage for Song Ming. This will save him from unnecessary hassles. Don't let this little bastard get into trouble again and drive away my daughter-in-law who is finally getting married."

Jiang Yiyu and Song Shengsheng exchanged a glance. Song Shengsheng shrugged, saying, "See, I was right about everything..."

After breakfast, the family of four headed straight to the airport. It was already noon when they arrived in Jiangcheng.

Song Ming and Wen Jing each drove a car to pick them up. The original plan was that Song Qing and Wang Jing would ride in Song Ming's car, and Jiang Yiyu and Song Shengsheng would ride in Wen Jing's car.

But Song Ming was afraid that he would be scolded if he was alone in a car with Song Qing and Wang Jing, so he pulled Song Shengsheng, who had one leg already in Wen Jing's car, down and stuffed him into his own passenger seat.

Along the way, Wang Jing and Song Qing were surprisingly silent, and Song Shengsheng didn't speak either. In this atmosphere, Song Ming was so uneasy that he almost ran a red light.

This mistake finally opened up the long-suppressed conversations of Song Qing and Wang Jing. On the second half of the way back to Song Ming's house in Jiangcheng, Song Shengsheng heard Wang Jing and Song Qing scolding Song Ming together in perfect harmony, as if they were singing a duet.

During the more than ten minutes' walk, they exchanged a single curse word without using any swear words, and Song Ming didn't dare to refute a single word.

When they returned to Song Ming's house, Song Qing and Wang Jing sat on the sofa with stern faces. After Song Ming and Wen Jing poured them tea, they stood aside obediently with their heads down.

Song Shengsheng was afraid that she and Jiang Yiyu would be affected, so she hurriedly pulled Jiang Yiyu, who was about to sit down, to the dining room separated from the living room by a wall.

The two sat down side by side at the dining table, peeking into the living room. They heard Wang Jing say to Wen Jing, "Good boy, come here and sit next to Auntie."

Song Ming bumped Wen Jing with his arm. Wen Jing pursed her lips and sat down on the sofa next to Wang Jing a little stiffly. Wang Jing took her hand and patted it: "Your name is Wen Jing, right?"

Wen Jing nodded: "Hello, Auntie."

Wang Jing looked at her with satisfaction. "You look so kind, and we're destined to be together. Both of us have the character 'Jing' in our names, which shows that we like quietness and are calm and steady. You're a perfect complement to Song Ming."

Hearing this, Jiang Yiyu almost laughed out loud. Song Shengsheng patted his shoulder and whispered, "Don't look for trouble at a time like this! Be careful that my brother will divert your attention and make you unable to laugh."

"Wenjing, Xijing, this is the funniest joke I've heard this year."

"It's only been a few days this year. Just keep quiet and listen."

In the living room, Song Ming said with a playful smile, "Yes! Mom, she is just very good, quiet, down-to-earth, steady, and proactive in her work. Jiang Yiyu knows this best!" He turned his head and looked towards the dining room: "Jiang Yiyu! Don't you agree?"

Jiang Yiyu hadn't recovered from Wen Jingxijing's joke just now. He was suddenly called out and was unable to recover for a moment. Song Shengsheng quickly spoke up for him, "Yes! I know Sister Wen Jing too. She's very nice and works very hard. She's a perfect complement to my brother!"

Wang Jing nodded. "A woman should have her own career. She shouldn't rely on anyone else. Only by relying on herself can she achieve stability and longevity." She patted Wen Jing's hand again. "Good girl, how old are you this year?"

Wen Jing: "I'm two years older than Song Ming. I'm thirty this year."

Wang Jing was silent for a few seconds. "Thirty is great! Thirty is the best age! Are you from Jiangcheng? Are your parents here?"

Wen Jing nodded: "They are all here."

"What do your parents do for a living? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Before my parents retired, my father was an ordinary worker and my mother was an elementary school teacher. I had no brothers or sisters."

"That's great, a family of scholars!" Wang Jing turned her head and glanced at Song Qing. Song Qing understood and took out a jewelry box from her bag and handed it to her. Wang Jing took it, let go of Wen Jing's hand, opened the box, and took out the jade bracelet lying inside: "This was given to me by Song Ming's grandmother. She said she would pass it on to her granddaughter-in-law. Wen Jing, if you are satisfied with Song Ming, auntie will help you put it on."

Wen Jing was stunned for a moment, frowning. She looked up at Song Ming, who was also embarrassed: "Mom, this is just the beginning! You've only just met her, and the heirloom is about to be given away. This...she will be under a lot of pressure!"

Wang Jing glared at him and said fiercely, "What do you know! With your conditions, if you meet such a good girl, if you don't seize it now, I think you really want to be single for the rest of your life!"

When she turned to look at Wen Jing, the expression on her face returned to its kind and gentle form: "Good child, you can try the bracelet on first. After we meet your parents today, you can consider whether to take it off or not."

"Meet...meet...meet my parents?" Wen Jing was full of disbelief. Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu, who had been eavesdropping, shook their heads without any surprise. Jiang Yiyu whispered, "Wow, you're such a prophet! You predicted this very thing."

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