Seeing that his three older sisters were getting more and more outrageous, Jiang Sheng quickly stopped them.

"No, no," Jiang Sheng explained with a nostalgic smile, "I was just thinking that the last time we ate together was when I was a child. Suddenly, we were all gathered together, and I felt a little nostalgic."

After a pause, seeing that everyone had fallen silent, Jiang Sheng added another sentence.

"If Fourth Sister were here too, that would be even better. Then all five of us siblings would be reunited."

Once Jiang Sheng said this, he immediately started talking non-stop, making everyone recall memories from a few years ago.

"Yes, we were all in the countryside back then. Although we lived a somewhat impoverished life, those were the happiest days of my life..."

Everyone couldn't help but start talking about the past, and the atmosphere became even warmer than before.

After finishing our hot pot meal, it was already getting dark.

Although there were no classes in the evening, the school closed at 10:30 p.m., so after dinner, Jiang Sheng said goodbye to his two older sisters and walked towards the school with Zhao Yiyan.

The two siblings talked as they walked.

"I didn't expect you to be such a sentimental person, little brother," Zhao Yiyan couldn't help but sigh as she recalled the scene at the dinner table. "It's been so long since I've had such a pleasant meal with my older sisters. When my little sister comes back, we'll have another big celebration!"

Speaking of Zhao Shuiman, Jiang Sheng also thought of his fourth sister, who was the most aloof and pure, like a snow lotus.

I wonder how my fourth sister is doing now, with her studies at the research institute.

The two walked and talked, and before long they arrived at the school gate.

It was 8 p.m., two and a half hours before the school closed.

Just as the two of them were about to go inside, Zhang Chenggang, who had been waiting at the school gate, saw Jiang Sheng and quickly waved to him.

"Brother Jiang Sheng, Brother Jiang Sheng!"

Hearing someone call his name, Jiang Sheng subconsciously turned around and saw that it was Zhang Chenggang.

“That’s a friend that Defu and I met in Yanjing City,” Jiang Sheng quickly explained when he saw the wary look Zhao Yiyan gave him. “He looks a bit unfriendly, but he’s actually a good person and a local from Yanjing City.”

Hearing Jiang Sheng's explanation, Zhao Yiyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"This guy doesn't seem like a good person. I thought you'd gotten yourself into some trouble."

Despite her words, Zhao Yiyan didn't interrupt their conversation, but instead patted him on the shoulder.

"Then you chat with your friend first, and don't forget to go back and rest early. I have things to do, so I'll be leaving now."

"Then take care, Third Sister, on your journey."

Jiang Sheng nodded, watching Zhao Yiyan walk away. When he turned his head, he found that Zhang Chenggang had already walked up to him.

"Who was that girl just now? She's so pretty!"

The moment Zhang Chenggang met Jiang Sheng's eyes, he couldn't help but ask with a hint of gossip, "Could it be that Jiang Sheng, my little brother, the girl you just met at school? She's so pretty!"

Seeing Zhang Chenggang's gossipy look, Jiang Sheng shook his head helplessly.

“That’s not a female student at all, it’s my third sister. We just came out to eat.”

"Oh, so he's your third sister!"

Zhang Chenggang nodded as if he had just realized something, and gave a somewhat embarrassed chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I misspoke. I really didn't expect your third sister to be so beautiful and young."

Jiang Sheng shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind, and then asked curiously, "But speaking of which, Brother Zhang, you suddenly came to see me so late at night, there must be something important about it, right?"

He wasn't worried that it was a factory issue. After all, if it were a factory issue, even if Zhang Chenggang couldn't handle it himself, he wouldn't be so carefree and relaxed as he is now.

It seems nothing bad happened at the factory.

"It's not that it's important, but I still feel it's necessary to tell you."

Remembering that a reporter had asked him about Jiang Sheng before, Zhang Chenggang pointed to the car parked next to him.

"Let's talk in the car first."

Despite his curiosity, Jiang Sheng nodded and followed Zhang Chenggang into the car.

"When I came to the school to look for you, I asked the school security guard to contact Brother Zhao Defu, but he said you were out eating, so I waited outside."

After explaining why he was waiting at the door, Zhang Chenggang then revealed the purpose of his visit.

"Actually, it's mainly because someone came to our factory a few days ago to inquire about you."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Sheng became even more curious: "Inquiring about me? What do you want to know about me?"

Zhang Chenggua felt a sense of mystery upon hearing this, and lowered his voice considerably, as if afraid that others would hear him.

"The other party was a reporter from Xinhua News Agency, and they even brought me an envelope to look at, saying they were looking for Jiang Yuesheng!"

After Zhang Chenggang's explanation and seeing the other party's exaggerated reaction, Jiang Sheng couldn't help but chuckle.

“We’re in the car, so even if you speak louder, the people outside won’t hear you.”

After Jiang Sheng said that, Zhang Chenggang scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

“You’re right, but then again, when that reporter suddenly came here, I remembered what you told me, so I didn’t mention your business.”

Jiang Sheng wasn't really surprised by what Zhang Chenggang said.

He had already guessed that reporters would definitely come to their factory looking for him.

After all, he had previously refused Editor-in-Chief Zhao's personal visit.

As the head of Xinhua News Agency, Editor-in-Chief Zhao was already well-known throughout the country.

Faced with his rejection, Editor-in-Chief Zhao certainly wouldn't give up easily.

Even if he doesn't come himself, he will definitely send other reporters to find out his background.

After all, if they knew the true identity of the mysterious poet Jiang Yuesheng, publishing it in the newspaper would definitely boost its sales!

As a businessman, it would be strange if Editor-in-Chief Zhao didn't do that.

Thinking about it, Jiang Sheng looked at Zhang Chenggang and said gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Zhang. If it weren't for your help in keeping this a secret, it would have been leaked long ago."

"Oh, it's nothing!"

Zhang Chenggang waved his hand readily, his face showing puzzlement: "But then again, if everyone knew that you were just a college student who could write such good poems, you would become famous. Why would you refuse to accept their visit?"

Jiang Sheng had already explained this to Zhao Defu, and he repeated it to Zhang Chenggang in response to his doubts.