Song Shengsheng stroked his hair gently: "There's nothing we can do. People can't choose where they are born. In life, most of the time things don't go as planned. As long as we do our best and become strong enough, they can't do anything to us."

Jiang Yiyu revealed one eye, looked at Song Shengsheng, and covered her mouth with his hand: "From now on, I jumped out of a crack in the stone."

Song Shengsheng smiled and held his wrist, biting the knuckle of his index finger lightly, leaving a shallow tooth mark. "You popped out from a crack in the stone, so what about your mother? You love her so much, but you don't want her anymore?"

Jiang Yiyu buried his face back in her arms, humming. Song Shengsheng couldn't hear what he was saying. Anyway, in her understanding, Jiang Yiyu was probably scolding Jiang Yuan, Zhao Rong, and his uncle together.

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After returning to the capital, Wang Jing and Song Qing began to discuss with their grandparents about choosing an auspicious date after the New Year to hold the wedding for Song Ming and Wen Jing. After a round of discussion, the elders turned their attention to Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu.

Wang Jing said, "Shengsheng, Yiyu, isn't it time for you two to get your wedding scheduled? How about holding it together this year?"

Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu looked at each other and said, "Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa and Grandma, there's no rush for me and Brother Yiyu. We haven't had any such plans in the past two years."

"Oh, I haven't planned on it yet. Other people's families, including your brother and sister-in-law, hold weddings right after getting the marriage certificate. They don't delay at all. Look at you two. You've been married for a year and still have no plans for a wedding. This is against the rules."

Jiang Yiyu lowered his head and said nothing. Song Shengsheng said, "Rules are made by people. Let's wait a little longer. Once we have dealt with the matters at hand, we can discuss it again."

After listening to the elders' conversation for a while, Song Shengsheng followed Jiang Yiyu out of the living room. On the way to the bedroom, Song Shengsheng saw that Jiang Yiyu was unusually silent, so she reached out and pulled his arm. Jiang Yiyu didn't dodge, but he didn't hold her hand as usual.