With her straightforward permission, Jiang Yiyu no longer hesitated and hugged her, kissed her, and strode back to the bedroom.

He placed Song Shengsheng on the bed, imprisoning her in his arms. He held her wrist with one hand and lifted it above her head. The red scarf loosely wrapped around her neck became her bondage. His eyes were red, and he intentionally avoided her smiling eyes. He unscrupulously buried his head in kissing the butterfly stained with his heartbeat...

The butterfly's wings were stained with a blush, undulating as if trying to shake itself out of the abyss called him, but also as if it was falling into a deeper state.

Jiang Yiyu held her captive with his arms. Silence and loss of control, he kissed away the tears from her eyes, swallowing up her breathing. In a state of shrinking, demanding, and joyful, he dragged her into the abyss together...

…

After an unknown amount of time and countless repetitions of pleasure, he turned over and collapsed beside her. After a moment's rest, he approached her again, buried his face in the butterfly's wings, and whispered tenderly over and over again: "I love you."

Song Shengsheng raised her hand and gently pinched the back of his neck: "When do you leave tomorrow?"

"the day after tomorrow."

"Changed to the day after tomorrow again? Was it a last-minute change?"

Jiang Yiyu kissed Butterfly and looked up at her: "If possible, I don't want to go anywhere."

"That's fine, then don't leave. Don't ask for anything. Just follow me. I have a little money anyway, so I can support you."

"Really? Then I don't have to pay anything?" Jiang Yiyu smiled and hugged her, kissing the tip of her nose. Song Shengsheng smiled and hugged his neck, digging her fingertips into his hair: "Please refer to Canary for details."

Jiang Yiyu laughed out loud, and he kissed Song Shengsheng on the lips: "Then I have to study it carefully."

…

At the end of March, there was a drizzle, the sky was gloomy, and the cold wind penetrated into the bones, making it as cold as winter.

Song Shengsheng followed Jiang Yiyu and stood in front of Li Chu's grave again, but this time, not only they came, but also Li Yun and people from the Li family who came to help move the grave.

Song Shengsheng watched as the surface soil of the grave was shoveled away. Several staff members lifted a thick stone slab together. Jiang Yiyu put on white gloves, stepped forward personally, bent down and took out Li Chu's urn. A rusty iron box was also taken out. Song Shengsheng took it and held it carefully in his hand.

This was the first time in her life that she had witnessed such a scene.

She held up an umbrella and carefully covered Jiang Yiyu and his mother, then followed Uncle Zhou who led the way and left the Jiang family cemetery.

Sitting in the car, the rain pattered against the glass. Song Shengsheng took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the rain from Jiang Yiyu's shoulders. He turned to look at her, smiled, and held his mother tighter in his arms: "I finally see her again."

"You're taking her home. She'll be very happy."

"Really?"

"Of course, this is what she's always hoped for, isn't it?" Song Shengsheng pointed to the iron box on the seat between them and asked, "What's in it? Do we have to bury it together and continue to accompany our mother?"

Jiang Yiyu shook his head: "You have to do me a favor."

"What?"

He lowered his voice, leaned close to her and whispered, "Help me take the things out of the box. Be sure to pack it properly. Then when we bury the body later, you have to pretend nothing happened and help me put the box back in, in front of Li Yun and everyone else."

"What's this?"

Jiang Yiyu looked at her with a smile and said calmly, "My mother collected all the evidence that could bring Jiang Yuan down."

"Here?"

"Just open it and take a look, won't you know?"

Song Shengsheng swallowed nervously, raised his eyes and glanced at the driver sitting in the front row. Seeing that he was not paying attention to them, he hurriedly picked up the box and opened the lid with force.

Inside the box lay a stack of photos and a USB flash drive with a rabbit-shaped jade pendant. Without hesitation, she stuffed all of these things into her bag.

Jiang Yiyu smiled and sighed, "I don't know if the USB drive will still work after such a long time, but it doesn't matter. It's not very important."

Song Shengsheng didn't respond. She closed the box and put it back between them.

My heart was pounding and I felt inexplicably anxious.

On the way to the Li family cemetery, everything went extremely smoothly, including the process of relocating Li Chu. Song Shengsheng watched the stone slab being covered and Jiang Yiyu kneeling in front of Li Chu's brand new tombstone, burning incense and kowtowing. When he stood up, Li Yun patted his shoulder heavily, looking like an elder who was pleased with the outstanding growth of his younger generation.

If Song Shengsheng didn't know what role Li Yun had played in Jiang Yiyu's twelve-year-long hatred, she would have really believed that the family relationship between him and Jiang Yiyu was very deep.

Everything is an illusion. If Jiang Yiyu was still that ordinary boy with weak hands, perhaps today, Li Yun would still stand on Jiang Yuan's side.

As Jiang Yiyu said, in the eyes of these people, there are always absolute interests.

After leaving the cemetery, she and Jiang Yiyu had a meal with Li Yun at his invitation.

During the meal, Li Yun mentioned Jiang Yuan and asked Jiang Yiyu what he would do if Jiang Yuan knew what he had done today and was angry with him?

Jiang Yiyu took a sip of wine and said, "He is angry with me. Who will my uncle stand on this time?"

Li Yun smiled, pretending to be dumbfounded. "Your cleverness is exactly like your mother's. It reminds me of the time when I played with your mother as a child. It was so wonderful to be carefree back then. But flowers may bloom again, but people never see their youth again. Things have changed, and when I mention the old friends, I can only sigh."

"Really? Has Uncle ever regretted it?"

"Regret? I've done so many things I regret in my life. When you reach my age, you'll understand what I'm saying now: you have no control over your own actions."

"Is it because of lack of control, or is it because of greed?"

Li Yun smiled bitterly: "Both, but you don't have to ask me so hard. Although I helped you today, I still believe that you and Jiang Yuan are father and son. Father and son shouldn't hold grudges overnight. Some things should be said openly. After all, you are family!"

"Is it a relative, or does my uncle want to continue being this good guy?"

Li Yun's expression changed for a moment. Song Shengsheng picked up the bottle, stood up, and smiled as he poured them more wine. "Yi Yu, uncle, don't just talk. Drink and eat a few bites of food, otherwise you'll hurt your stomach and get drunk quickly."

Li Yun concealed the displeasure on his face, and Song Shengsheng secretly tugged at Jiang Yiyu's sleeve, signaling him to stop talking.

Jiang Yiyu shut up at the right time and chatted with Li Yun about some random things.