After Song Shengsheng finished washing up and came out of the bathroom, the two of them had breakfast. Jiang Yiyu called Xiao Chen to bring her some clean clothes.

Jiang Yiyu took advantage of the time when Song Shengsheng went back to the bedroom to change clothes to tell Xiao Chen that he was going to get married.

After hearing this, Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out the Danshen dripping pills from her bag, poured out ten pills and put them in her mouth. After a while, she turned her head to look at Song Shengsheng's closed door and whispered, "Brother, you're making rapid progress!"

Jiang Yiyu hummed, leaning lazily against the sofa, took a cigarette out of the cigarette box, and bit it between his lips. Xiao Chen hurriedly handed him the lighter: "But, brother, how did you get them to agree?"

"She likes me, too."

"Two-way! But if that's the case, why did you waste so many years?"

Jiang Yiyu took a deep drag on his cigarette, and the cigarette butt between his slender fingers left his lips. He paused, slowly exhaled a string of smoke, and said in a hoarse voice: "She doesn't know that I like her."

"Then why don't you confess? You are Jiang Yiyu!"

"I'm not worthy of her. I don't dare to confess, and I'm afraid she won't believe it."

"Then how dare you now?"

Jiang Yiyu leaned over and tapped his half-burned cigarette on the edge of the ashtray. "I got carried away, worried she'd run away. I don't want to regret it."

"Oh, I see." Xiao Chen picked up a bottle of water from the table, unscrewed the lid and took a sip, swallowing the Danshen pill in his mouth.

Jiang Yiyu put the cigarette back to his lips and was silent for a while. He said, "Please help me clean up this place. Unless something unexpected happens, we won't be living here anymore."

"Huh? Where are you going, brother? Buying a house? How come I didn't know?"

Jiang Yiyu raised the corner of his lips, looked in the direction of the bedroom door, and smiled: "I'm going to move in with my wife."

Song Shengsheng changed her clothes and walked out of the room. She greeted Xiao Chen a little stiffly, then asked Jiang Yiyu, "Brother Yiyu, have you seen my computer bag?"

Jiang Yiyu put out his nearly burnt cigarette in the ashtray, wiped his hands with a tissue, and then casually took away the coat draped over the armrest of the sofa: "Is this it?"

Song Shengsheng nodded and walked forward to pick up his computer bag.

Jiang Yiyu chuckled. "Why are you bringing this to a class reunion?" He patted the empty seat next to him and said, "Sit down."

Song Shengsheng sat down next to him, trying not to get close to him, but Jiang Yiyu didn't know if it was intentional, he stretched out his long legs, with his legs against her knees, and his long arms stretched very naturally, resting on the back of the sofa behind her. From Xiao Chen's perspective, Song Shengsheng seemed to be held in Jiang Yiyu's arms, and the two looked very intimate.

Song Shengsheng looked at Xiao Chen, who was smiling like an auntie, and felt a little shy for a moment. She coughed twice unnaturally and quietly moved her legs to the other side, moving a little further away from Jiang Yiyu. "Before I went to the party yesterday, I was writing a paper in the school library. Because I was short on time, I didn't have time to take my computer home, so I carried it with me."

"Miss Song is still in school?" Xiao Chen asked.

Song Shengsheng nodded, but before she could continue to answer, she heard Jiang Yiyu say proudly: "Our Shengsheng is a graduate student in the History Department of Peking University, she is amazing!"

Song Shengsheng smiled a little embarrassedly: "It's okay, it's okay."

After a brief chat with Xiao Chen, the two prepared to go out.

Before leaving, Jiang Yiyu put on his coat, bent down to pick up the cigarette box from the coffee table and put it in his pocket. He then took the hat and mask from Xiao Chen, fully armed. He then handed a mask to Song Shengsheng: "To avoid trouble, you'd better wear it. At least don't show your face if you are photographed."

"Okay." Song Shengsheng took the mask and hung it on his ears.

Xiao Chen stayed in the hotel to clean the room. The driver had been waiting in the parking lot downstairs for a long time. Jiang Yiyu and Song Shengsheng went downstairs one after another and got into the car.

On the way back to the Song family, the two were silent all the way.

Soon, the driver drove the car into the villa park in the south of the city, and under Jiang Yiyu's instructions, the car stopped in front of the Song family's single-family villa.

After the car stopped, Jiang Yiyu waved his hand in front of Song Shengsheng's eyes: "Don't be dazed. You haven't gotten out of the car yet when we're home. Do you regret it?"

Song Shengsheng shook her head: "I'm a little nervous."

"What's there to be nervous about? Even an ugly daughter-in-law like me has to meet my parents-in-law, right? Or do you think I'm not presentable enough?"

"No, Dan Yiyu, have you really thought it through?"

Jiang Yiyu sighed softly: "We've come this far, and you're still asking me this?"

He leaned over, looked at Song Shengsheng with a smile, reached out to unbuckle her seat belt, and opened the door on her side. He looked at Song Shengsheng's face which was gradually flushed and teased her, "You blush so easily? People who don't know would think I did something to you. It's really unfair."

Song Shengsheng cleared her throat, pushed him away, turned around and got out of the car as if escaping.

She stood with her back to the car door, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down. She turned around and saw Jiang Yiyu lazily leaning against the back of the chair, still sitting in the car: "Brother Yiyu, are you scared? It's not too late to regret it now."

"I've never been afraid of anything in my life." Jiang Yiyu smiled and took out a cigarette box from his pocket: "I'll have a cigarette, then we'll go in."

"He just talks big."

Song Shengsheng muttered softly. She stood by the car, quietly waiting for Jiang Yiyu to finish smoking a cigarette.

…

After a long time, the two of them walked into the Song family's gate together.

As soon as she entered the door, the nanny, Aunt Liu, saw Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu coming back together. She was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly took the gift from Jiang Yiyu's hand and invited them to go to the restaurant.

As soon as they entered, they saw the Song family sitting around a round table eating. Song Shengsheng's mother Wang Jing was surprised and happy to see Jiang Yiyu.

When Jiang Yiyu and Song Ming were in high school together, he often came to the Song family for meals. Because he was good-looking and had a likable personality, Wang Jing liked him very much.

In addition, the Jiang family and the Song family had some business dealings and were both active in the Beijing circle. She had also heard about the Jiang family's affairs. Knowing that Jiang Yiyu, who was the same age as her son, lived alone at a young age and had no one to take care of him, she couldn't help but feel more pity for him and privately treated him as her own son.

Wang Jing quickly pulled out the chair next to her and called out to him, "Yi Yu! Come here and sit next to Auntie. Look at you, it's been so long since you came back. I'm afraid you forgot you have a home in the capital!"

Jiang Yiyu respectfully greeted Song Qing, Song Shengsheng's father, who was sitting in the main seat, then smiled at Song Ming and sat down next to Wang Jing: "How could it be? I can't forget my uncle and aunt even if I forget anyone!"

"Have you eaten, kid?"

"I have eaten. I ate with Shengsheng."