"You mean Jiang Yuan didn't actually plan to give Jiang's to Jiang Yicheng?"

"Here's how I understand it. If Uncle Jiang hadn't been thinking about you, Zhao Rong and her son wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to sow discord. And they certainly wouldn't have done something like that on Jiang Yicheng's sixteenth birthday, using Uncle Jiang's hand to pull us both over and make him hate me as well. They simply calculated that you're extremely sensitive to the number sixteen, and you're bound to cause trouble."

Jiang Yiyu sighed tiredly. Song Shengsheng put down the milk bottle in her hand and squeezed his shoulder. "Who knows, she might be able to plot against this jadeite. Maybe she's complaining to Uncle Jiang now, saying that I forced her to take her jewelry. It's my fault too. I underestimated her at the time."

"It's like a palace drama." Jiang Yiyu smiled. "Just listening to it makes me tired. How can they have so many calculations in their little heads?"

"Zhao Rong is more than a decade younger than your father. Do you believe she interfered with your parents' marriage out of true love? If she wasn't after money, what was she after? Was it because your father was old, because he had a wife and children, or because he had a tendency towards violence?"

“So annoying.”

"It's really annoying. Who wouldn't be annoyed if they had such a family? You're already amazing. You've persisted for so many years."

"I'm sorry to have wronged you by following me."

Song Shengsheng leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed, "It's not really an grievance, it's actually quite exciting. If I hadn't married you, I would only listen to and watch these bloody plots on TV. How can I be immersed in them? It's not as exciting as being inside. Being an outsider is not as exciting as being inside."

"You sound quite interested."

"It's just so-so. I'm willing to use my brain because it's your business. I've waited for you for so many years, I can't let others bully you."

Jiang Yiyu put his arm around her waist, pulled her towards him, and kissed her forehead: "I'm sorry, I let you see my embarrassment again."

"Don't apologize too much. It sounds tiring."

"good."

After sitting quietly for a while, Song Shengsheng yawned and nudged Jiang Yiyu: "Why hasn't your driver arrived yet? Is he lost?"

"No, wait a moment."

"Okay." She leaned towards Jiang Yiyu again.