After waiting for a while, Jiang Yiyu said to Song Shengsheng, "My dear, why don't you go back first?"

Song Shengsheng yawned and looked up at him: "What about you?"

"I need to know the result."

"Why not just let the bodyguards guard it?"

"I'm a little worried."

Jiang Yicheng muttered, "How vicious! He had to confirm with his own eyes that my mother was dead before he could rest assured."

"Shut up." Jiang Yiyu scolded him. Jiang Yicheng shut his mouth in frustration and rolled his eyes. "You're just being mean to me."

No one paid any attention to him.

Song Shengsheng took Jiang Yiyu's arm and lowered her voice: "Actually, I don't think there's any need to stay here, whether she's alive or dead. Firstly, you're not her immediate family member, and secondly, she's already like this, where else can she go?"

She pointed at Zhao Rong's mother and brother and said, "They've always treated Zhao Rong as a cash cow. They're eager to use her to keep you company and get more money. So they definitely won't help her escape."

Jiang Yicheng snorted again: "My mother is right, you guys are really clever."

Song Shengsheng glared at him and said, "Little brat, do you know that villains always die because they talk too much?"

Jiang Yicheng snorted disdainfully: "I'm not a villain. I've turned from darkness to light."

"We don't treat traitors well here."

"oh."

Jiang Yiyu glanced at him and asked, "Are you really not sad at all?"

Jiang Yicheng: "How many times have you asked me this question? I don't know how to answer you. I said I'm not sad, do you believe it? But it's also true that she doesn't want me anymore. Although your mother died early, she never said she didn't want you. She loved you very much, didn't she?

But my mother...she loves me too, but she loves money more. She can't help but love money because she can't get rid of the shackles of her original family. Every day when she opens her eyes, there is always someone asking her for money.

Do you think she has never dreamed of love? The one who can give her love cannot give her the money she wants, and the one who can give her money cannot give her love. When I was ten years old, after being beaten, she hugged me and asked me, "

"What?"

"She asked me if I could live on my own in the Jiang family. She said that maybe without her as a mother, my life would be better. My father would bring me to important occasions like he used to bring my brother to parties, and I wouldn't be an unmentionable shame."

"How did you answer?"

"I said no, I cried and begged her not to leave me, but later on, it turned out that she would rather stay in the Jiang family and suffer than leave with me. She couldn't let go of power and money after all, and she always held on to the hope that if she just held on a little longer, she would be able to squeeze into the circle she longed for and truly possess the vanity she fantasized about. I was the pawn that could help her realize her vanity. It was me who was not up to the task and could not compare to my brother in anything."

"It has nothing to do with you." Jiang Yiyu rubbed his head.

"But my mother said it had something to do with me. If I had been more successful and had received more attention from my father, she wouldn't have felt so inferior for so long because of what my sister-in-law said: Aunt Wang never wears jewelry of the quality she wears.

Perhaps, I shouldn't have been born. Without me, she wouldn't have been able to enter the Jiang family, wouldn't have fallen deeper and deeper into trouble, wouldn't have indirectly accelerated your mother's death for a position that didn't belong to her, and wouldn't have done so many wrong things later, making you hate her... It's my fault."

"Jiang Yicheng, do you want us to pity you?"

Jiang Yicheng looked at them, his eyes red, and he showed a very innocent smile: "It doesn't matter if you want to understand it this way. I don't care what you think. Anyway, my life has been rotten since the day I was born."

Song Shengsheng clenched her hands and hesitated for a moment. She walked forward and whispered a few words to the bodyguard, then walked back, holding Jiang Yiyu in one hand and dragging Jiang Yicheng towards the elevator with the other. "Okay, one of you has a lot of things to deal with tomorrow, and the other has to go to school tomorrow morning. It's not suitable for either of you to stay here. Come home with me."

Jiang Yicheng smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, you helped the wrong person. I won't be grateful to you."

"No need, I don't care. Just consider it a good deed and go out to feed the stray dogs."

Jiang Yicheng did not resist anymore and followed them back to the Song family.

In the middle of the night, Song Shengsheng went downstairs to the kitchen to drink water. From a distance, she saw that the light in Jiang Yicheng's room was still on.

She poured two glasses of milk and knocked on his door.

"Who is it?"

"I."

After a while, Song Shengsheng heard footsteps and Jiang Yicheng opened the door.

His eyes were red, and tears were still on his face. "You came knocking on my door in the middle of the night. Does my brother know? A man and a woman are alone in the same room. What kind of immoral literature are you playing? I'm telling you, I'm a minor. You're breaking the law!"

Song Shengsheng took a deep breath, curled his lips helplessly, and stuffed a glass of milk into his hand: "You kid, you only know how to be stubborn. You little brat will cry under the quilt when you are trying to be strong."

"I didn't, don't underestimate me." He turned and walked back into the house, but the door was not closed. Song Shengming made it clear that he allowed her to come in.

She followed Jiang Yicheng and sat down on the sofa beside the bed. She watched him drink a sip of milk and frowned. She heard him say, "You really have no common sense. Don't you know that drinking cold milk will give you diarrhea?"

"I've always drank like this and nothing has ever happened."

"Indeed, those of you who practice martial arts must be physically strong."

"Little brat, stop crying. Your mom's behavior was her own choice. It's not your fault. Your brother doesn't particularly hate you. He told me that adults' mistakes are adults' business. You're just a child and you're innocent. So, you don't have to think of yourself as superfluous or a burden. Do you understand?"

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