Jiang Yiyu behaved very naturally throughout the entire afternoon.

He calmly wore headphones, calmly clicked on the viral accusation video again and again, and then browsed the video comment section with an expressionless face, where there were insults against him deliberately posted in order to lead the trend.

He calmly accepted that the career he had worked hard for for eight years would cause him to lose many opportunities he had worked so hard to obtain because of today's incident.

Then they endure the trauma brought by their original family, which is once again dug out, lifted up, and the scars are uncovered, revealing bloody wounds.

The pain in his heart was treated as gossip after dinner. Even the news about Jiang Yuan’s wrongdoings had to mention his name, Jiang Yiyu.

He had anticipated all this and was used to it, numb and indifferent to it, but he also felt that perhaps he should be sad.

Song Shengsheng took two cans of ice beer and walked into the bedroom. She closed the door and said, "Jiang Yicheng was very obedient today. He did the test paper when I asked him to. Even when I confiscated his phone, he didn't say anything."

Jiang Yiyu looked up at her, smiled lazily, and stretched out his hand: "It's time for him to grow up. No one has the time to play with him every day."

Song Shengsheng held his hand, sat down next to him, and handed him a can of beer: "I also called my parents and told them that I have something to do today and won't be going back."

"Do my parents know about this?"

"It's such a big deal, how could I not know about it?"

"Yeah, you really know how to find the time."

Jiang Yiyu placed the beer on the bedside table and then lay down on the bed. He stared at the ceiling for a moment before sighing, "I just saw the statement Wen Jing and the others sent out. I've become a huge scandal again. I guess even you can't hide it this time."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"We are a web, all connected together, no one can escape."

Song Shengsheng smiled, opened the pull ring of the beer can, and took a sip: "But, does this mean that you can continue to stay at home with me after the New Year?"

She turned to look at Jiang Yiyu, who smiled and reached out to tug at her clothes: "Don't you think I'm not making progress?"

"There's no point complaining."

"That's so reluctant."

He paused and said, "Everything is still unknown. Let's see how the public reacts to this incident. After all, I didn't do anything wrong, but with Jiang Yuan involved, it's hard to say. This matter is quite complicated. Some people want to make a fortune by using me. It's hard to say."

But I'd long imagined this day would come. I entered this industry not only because of you, but also because I didn't know what else to do to avoid being looked down upon. Now everything has come true. Stepping back behind the scenes and leaving the screen is a successful retirement, with no regrets.

"You really think so?"

"What else can I think about? It's not my turn to think about anything else now. A few years ago, in my early twenties, mid-twenties, and mid-twenties, I always felt that my destiny was in my own hands. As long as I set my mind to it, I could achieve many things.

But in recent years, as my fame has grown, my freedom has become more restricted. I have come into contact with higher circles and found that sometimes, the more you want, the more you have to pay.

Some things are no longer something I can do just because I want to, or something I can accomplish just because I want to. I need to consider many people and many things, and I need to think more comprehensively, rather than just rushing forward with pure enthusiasm.

"To sum it up, it's because of old age."

Jiang Yiyu smiled and hummed: "After all, I'm a married man now, with a family to support, so it's better to be steady!"

…

During dinner, Jiang Yicheng kept stealing glances at Jiang Yiyu. Every time Jiang Yiyu coughed, he would tremble in fear. Song Shengsheng looked at him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Yicheng buried his head in the rice in his bowl and said, "Nothing."

"Nothing, what? Little brat, why do I feel like there's something wrong with you?"

Jiang Yiyu looked at Jiang Yicheng after hearing this and asked, "Have you done something bad again?"

Jiang Yicheng shook his head: "I don't."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not scared, I just think brother... you're a little scary."

Jiang Yiyu raised his eyebrows, looked at Song Shengsheng, and smiled: "I'm scary? How am I scary?" He looked at Jiang Yicheng with interest.

Jiang Yicheng said, "The internet has been in such a commotion today, and you can still act like nothing happened. If it were me, I would have... collapsed a long time ago."

"Why are you breaking down? Wanting to transfer schools?"

Jiang Yicheng curled his lips and said, "I have my reasons for wanting to transfer schools. It's nothing funny."

"I didn't collapse for a reason. When I was sixteen, I left the Jiang family because of you and your mother. But many people didn't know the reason. They just thought I was naughty and was kicked out by Jiang Yuan. So wherever I went, I was labeled a bad kid and was often pointed at.

It was the same at school. Whenever something bad happened, people would first think I was responsible. Later, I entered the entertainment industry and became a small-time actor, playing minor roles here and there. I sent out resume after resume, but nothing came of it. Although I had a decent image, my lack of fame meant I missed many opportunities.

Later, when he became a little famous, he was bullied a lot because of his low status, but there was nothing he could do except endure it.

When you come across a good opportunity, seize it, become famous, and are recognized wherever you go, some people start to dislike you. They like to take things out of context and think that no matter what you do or say, it's always wrong. At this time, there's nothing you can do except continue to do what you think is right.

Having experienced all of this, I'm too lazy to care too much about what others think. This is also why I don't want you to repeat the path I've taken. Without complete talent and luck, you won't get far no matter who you rely on. Audience appeal is a mystery.

"Then what can I do? I can't seem to see my future."

"Why think so much? When you reach the mountain, there will always be a way. Since you can't choose a path, just let it push you along. After all, you are not the only one confused in this world."

Jiang Yiyu smiled, put down his chopsticks and took a sip of water. Before he put down the cup, his cell phone rang. He picked up the phone and pointed towards the balcony to Song Shengsheng, indicating that he was going to answer the call.

Song Shengsheng nodded and watched him leave the table.

Jiang Yicheng asked, "Has my brother always been like this?"

"What kind of person?"

"He's a little melancholic. I always feel like he's unhappy."

"He's much better now." Song Shengsheng picked up the chopsticks and continued eating.

Jiang Yicheng touched his head and continued to eat the rice in the bowl.

…

The next morning, the first thing Song Shengsheng did after getting up was to open her phone and click on the trending search. Although Jiang Yiyu's name was still on the list, fortunately it was no longer a high position, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Yiyu opened his eyes drowsily, reached out and pulled her back into his arms, buried his face in her shoulder, and arched his back: "Good girl, sleep a little longer."

"Brother Yi Yu."

"Um?"

"Zhao Rong's mother and..."

Before she could finish her words, Jiang Yiyu covered her mouth: "Don't mention unlucky people so early in the morning."