Jiang Yuan said angrily: "You have to eat this meal today, whether you want to or not!"

Song Shengsheng glanced back at the bodyguards standing at the door, pulled Jiang Yiyu behind him, and said to Jiang Yuan, "Uncle Jiang, you keep saying you want the family to have a harmonious meal, but there are bodyguards blocking the way outside. Someone who doesn't know would think the family dinner has turned into a Hongmen Feast. You are the knife and the chopping board, and we are the fish. How can we have harmony?"

"The Song family has really strict rules. How many times have you contradicted me today? This is the Song family's education!" Jiang Yuan snorted coldly.

Zhao Rong looked at Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu embarrassment, then at Jiang Yuan. She reached out to help him calm down and said in a gentle manner, "Old Jiang, you're already old, why are you arguing with two children? It's not uncommon for children to not understand their parents' hearts. Today is the first time Miss Song has come to our house. Tell me, why are you being so mean to her?"

Her words were ostensibly a warning, but in reality, they only confirmed that Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu were being unreasonable. Jiang Yuan's rage, which had been suppressed, rose again. At this moment, Jiang Yicheng, who had been watching the show, hid behind Zhao Rong and spoke timidly, "Dad, Mom... Actually, my brother is right. It's just a birthday, nothing to celebrate."

Song Shengsheng half-closed her eyes. She glanced at Jiang Yiyu and found it inexplicably funny. She then turned her gaze to Jiang Yicheng, "Birthdays should still be celebrated, but don't be like your mother, who used your birth as a stepping stone to wealth and glory. You used your mother's suffering as a stepping stone to make the whole family unhappy. Brother, being happy at a young age is the most important thing."

After hearing this, Zhao Rong leaned on Jiang Yuan's shoulder and sobbed. Jiang Yicheng also shed tears in grievance and forbearance.

Jiang Yuan looked at his wife and children's aggrieved expressions, feeling both angry and annoyed. He no longer wanted to tangle with Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu. He pointed at the door and said, "Get lost."

Zhao Rong wanted to persuade him again, but she heard Jiang Yuan yell, "Get them out!"

Jiang Yiyu took Song Shengsheng's hand and strode out of the house.

Assistant Lin, who had been waiting at the door, walked in and respectfully asked Jiang Yuan, "Sir, do you want to arrange a car to take them back?"

Jiang Yuan was furious, and worried that Jiang Yiyu and Song Shengsheng couldn't hear him, he shouted, "Aren't they being stubborn? Just let them go back, and no one is allowed to intervene!"

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When Song Shengsheng followed Jiang Yiyu to the gate of Jiang's courtyard, she suddenly stopped and tugged at Jiang Yiyu's arm: "Wait a minute, I left something behind."

"What?" Jiang Yiyu stopped and looked at her with a frown: "If it's not important, then don't take it. We can buy it when we get back."

"It's quite important. That bag of stuff cost over a hundred dollars!"

Jiang Yiyu looked at her serious expression and suddenly smiled: "My dear, when did you start to care about even a hundred yuan?"

"If it were any other time, it would be fine, but when I think about leaving something here that you bought with your hard-earned money, it feels like it's not worth it. I have to go back and get it. Wait for me." After saying that, she turned around and prepared to go back.

Jiang Yiyu sighed and held her back: "I'll call Assistant Lin and ask him to send it out. Don't go back and get angry with them."

"That's fine. Your stepmother and brother are really tough to deal with."

"They are all thousand-year-old goblins. You can't trust a single word they say."

Jiang Yiyu took out his cell phone and called Assistant Lin. After receiving Assistant Lin's reply, he pulled Song Shengsheng and walked slowly towards the bamboo forest in the northeast corner of the courtyard. After passing the bamboo forest, a swing came into view.

Jiang Yiyu asked, "Do you want to sit down and try it?"

Song Shengsheng let go of his hand, walked towards the swing, and pulled the rope: "Push me."

"good."

Song Shengsheng carefully sat on the swing and held the rope. Jiang Yiyu walked behind her and gently pushed her back: "I'm sorry for putting you through this today."

Song Shengsheng raised her legs and swayed slowly as he pushed harder: "If you had been there, you would know that I didn't suffer any injustice at all."

"Don't try to comfort me, dear. I know what kind of people are in this house."

"Really? I didn't get hurt at all. It's a rare opportunity for me to talk back to an elder like this. To be honest, it felt pretty good. But I wasn't as good as you. You went up and punched Uncle Jiang. Although you didn't get any good results, it still felt good to watch you."

Jiang Yiyu smiled and said, "You always find words to comfort me."

"I'm not trying to comfort you, this is real." She turned her head to glance at the camera on the wall not far away. "When we get out of this yard later, I'll show you something. You'll know I'm not lying to you."

"good."

"Don't push it anymore. Come over and sit for a while. I don't know how long it will take for Assistant Lin to get here."

"Jiang Yuan is already furious, and if Zhao Rong continues to fan the flames, it will probably take a while."

Jiang Yiyu walked over to her and sat down. He stretched out his long arm and put his arm around her shoulders, grabbing the rope on her side. Song Shengsheng leaned her head on his shoulder and yawned. "How are we going to get home later? When I came here, I saw that your house was up the mountain, not close to the city!"

"I called the driver and asked him to pick us up, but we still have to go a little further down."

"Well, this is the only way. What kind of good person would settle down in such a remote place? You have to rely on a car to get out. If someone like me who can't drive lived here and the driver happened to be away, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to leave the house."

"This is the house my mother chose." Jiang Yiyu smiled, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and rubbed it lightly.

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