"Mother-in-law, let me give you another piece of advice. If anything happens to the Jiang family, the Song family will definitely be involved!"

"Are you threatening me?"

Wang Jing's face sullenly shifted. "What storms hasn't the Song family seen? You can't blame others for calling you short-sighted. If you were truly intelligent, you'd better not cause trouble for your old Jiang at this critical juncture."

"I'm telling the truth."

"Every word I said was the truth. Although our Song family has always been low-key, that doesn't mean we're easy to bully. Old Song isn't here today, and neither are Shengsheng and Yiyu. I've allowed you to sit here and talk nonsense, which is a testament to my good upbringing. Everyone has their bottom line, so you'd better not challenge it casually."

Wang Jing turned around and waved to the housekeeper standing at the door of the living room: "Show him out."

After Zhao Rong left, Wang Jing drank two cups of tea and thought about what she said. The more she thought about it, the more worried she became. Finally, she called Song Qing.

In the evening, Song Shengsheng also returned home. Wang Jing looked at the father and daughter chatting and laughing while eating, put down her chopsticks anxiously and sighed: "You two are really carefree!"

Song Shengsheng looked at Song Qing in confusion, and Song Qing shook his head.

"Mom, what are you worried about?"

"What else can I worry about? Zhao Rong came today and told me a bunch of alarmist things. Are you really sure that Jiang Yuan's matter won't involve us?"

Song Shengsheng: "Brother Yiyu and my brother both said no."

Song Qing: "We have always behaved well. We have nothing to worry about." He picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it in Wang Jing's bowl: "Just eat your meal without worry!"

"But Zhao Rong's threats were so firm, I was afraid..."

"Are you afraid they'll drag our family down with them?" Song Shengsheng laughed. "Based on how close they are to each other, if Uncle Jiang wants to drag someone down with him, he should drag the Li family down with him, right? After all, the Li family has been avoiding him this time. How can he not be angry?"

"Can……"

"There's nothing to worry about, Mom. Just put your mind at ease! Zhao Rong is like a grasshopper after autumn. She won't be able to jump for many days. Next time she comes, you won't even have to see her."

…

Before going to bed, Song Shengsheng told Jiang Yiyu about Zhao Rong's visit during a video call. Jiang Yiyu felt a little guilty: "I made Mom worry. If she comes again next time, I can just chase her away."

"What a coincidence! That's what I told Mom too. How long will this take? When can you and my brother come back?"

Jiang Yiyu: "Song Ming will be able to go back next Monday, so I'll have to go back almost... a week later than him? Don't worry, I will definitely be able to spend New Year's Eve with you this year. Now you can think about what you want to do, what gifts you want, or what you want to do to me."

Song Shengsheng turned over with her phone in hand. She hugged the quilt and smiled, "If you hadn't said that last half sentence, I would have been moved."

"Darling, I missed you so much."

"Me too."

Song Shengsheng watched the video as Jiang Yiyu slowly drank a sip of water, put down the cup, and was silent for a while. She asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Jiang Yiyu smiled and said, "Every day when I can't see you, I feel bad."

"Then how many days can you be happy in a year?"

"I'll be happy for a few days as long as I'm with you."

"Actually, if you're sad, you can tell me."

"Why should I be sad?" He looked at the camera: "My long-cherished wish is finally coming true. I have nothing to be sad about."

"But I don't think so."

"There are so many things that are not the same. If you want to see them, I can show you a different story for 365 days without repeating myself."

"Look at what you can do."

"Don't you know whether I can handle it?" Jiang Yiyu raised one corner of his lips and smiled meaningfully. "I haven't told you yet, but Song Ming and I are going to attend the Han family's dinner party in South City tomorrow. I heard that your favorite calligrapher is a guest of honor of the old man of the Han family. Who knows, maybe tomorrow I can drag Song Ming along and shamelessly ask for a piece of calligraphy for you."

"That's fine, but don't worry if it's too much of a stretch. You can buy it through regular channels for a bit of money anyway."

"No need to force it, just wait for my good news! Go to sleep, sweetheart, have a sweet dream, and remember to think of me."

"good."

After hanging up the video call with Song Shengsheng, Jiang Yiyu looked up at Song Ming, who was drinking across from him: "What are you laughing at?"

Song Ming pushed his wine glass back to him and said, "I'm laughing at you for pretending to be a grandson in front of my sister."

"You'd better learn from this. This is the key to family harmony!" Jiang Yiyu picked up the wine glass, tilted his head back and drank the wine in the glass clean: "Is this the bottle of wine that Jin Beisheng gave me? It's so strong!"

"They gave it to you for free, yet you're still so fussy. You're really hard to please."

Jiang Yiyu smiled and said, "But to be honest, I almost got exposed in front of Shengsheng just now. To be honest, I've been in a bad mood these past two days."

"Why?" Song Ming poured him another glass of wine.

Jiang Yiyu said, "Ever since my mother passed away, honestly, there hasn't been a single day where I haven't thought about killing Jiang Yuan and Zhao Rong. I've dreamed of seeing them get their comeuppance, thinking that when that day comes, I'll be incredibly happy. But yesterday, when we were at the hotel entrance together, I saw Jiang Yuan begging for help in such a desperate manner, helping someone open the car door and trying so hard to put on a smile. I didn't feel any joy at all, I even felt embarrassed."

Song Ming clinked glasses with him: "Brother, I understand."

"I hated him for so many years, treating him like my rival, my enemy. I always thought he was so bad he was hard to beat. But this time, I saw him, who used to be so arrogant, stooped in front of others. The same hand that hit me and my mother had been reduced to opening car doors for others. I suddenly realized that he wasn't really that scary. After all, he's just a guy about to go to jail... How do I put it?"

He tilted his head back and took a sip of wine: "Anyway, I really didn't feel the kind of pleasure of revenge that I imagined."

"Are you soft-hearted?"

"How is that possible? I'm just expressing my feelings."

"Don't be sentimental. If you really need to think about it, just think about the injustice you've suffered because of him over the years, think about your mother's pain, think about how much difficulty you had to endure just to help her move her grave. Do you still think Jiang Yuan's current servility is appropriate to be sentimental?"

"really."

"And Jin Beisheng's wife. The unexpected death of both her parents was painful enough, but then Jiang Yuan hijacked the project they'd invested hundreds of millions of yuan in and reaped the rewards. He bullied her, leaving her a helpless orphan, forcing her into a marriage with the Jin family. And I can see she really doesn't have any feelings for Jin Beisheng. Isn't that even more painful?"

Jiang Yiyu smiled bitterly and hummed, "I'm being hypocritical."

"That's good to know. I'm looking forward to quickly cleaning them up, so that our family can have a happy New Year without any worries!"

"good."