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After leaving the hotel, Jiang Yiyu put on his hoodie, the wide brim of which obscured his features. Song Shengsheng held his hand and slowed down her pace, "Aren't you going to let the driver pick us up?"
"Let's go for a walk. It's rare that it's not too cold today. I looked at the weather forecast and it says there will be rain, snow, and strong winds next week. Once it snows, the weather will get really cold. It will be hard to find a clear day that's not too cold." He put the hand holding Song Shengsheng's into his pocket and said, "It's warm this way."
Song Shengsheng smiled and hummed, then bumped his shoulder with her head. Then, she slowly interlocked her fingers with his in his pocket and asked, "What's the matter with the box of jewelry Jin Beisheng gave me?"
Jiang Yiyu led her to the side of the sidewalk. "Didn't you remind me last time to pay more attention to Zhao Rong? I kept an eye on her for a while and found out that she's been with Jiang Yuan for so long, and yet she still has to ask Jiang Yuan for pocket money every month. When Jiang Yuan was with my mom, his wife never chased him for money, so he probably never had any idea how much to give her. Ever since you told me that Zhao Rong couldn't afford expensive jewelry, I guessed that the money Jiang Yuan gave her wasn't much either, and he couldn't use his card carelessly. So I guessed that she was short of money."
"Then what?"
"Didn't you help me get my mother's jade pendant back last time? I felt something was wrong with it at the time, so I asked a friend to take a look at it. He found out it was a fake, but a very realistic imitation. He also said that he had seen a similar one at an auction before, and when he looked up pictures, he found that they were exactly the same. I asked him to follow the clues and check the seller. Guess how he found the seller? It was a Ms. Zhao who did not want to reveal her name."
"Zhao Rong sold your mother's jewelry! But didn't she say she couldn't touch these things?"
"You believe what she says, you are so naive!"
"Won't Uncle Jiang find out if she sells these things?"
"This is the climax of this story. Rumor has it that Ms. Zhao, who wishes to remain anonymous, would find someone skilled enough to make a fake each time she sold an expensive piece of jewelry. She was very cautious, only producing one every few months or even half a year. The agency she used was also one of the most discreet in the industry, and they valued the privacy of both buyers and sellers, so ordinary people couldn't find out."
"Tens of dollars for each piece, millions, if it's more expensive, add another zero. What does she need so much money for?"
"Her family was not well off. They used to own a few acres of land, but her father squandered it all due to his alcoholism. Life was hard, and they had old-fashioned ideas that favored boys over girls. After her, her mother gave birth to two daughters before giving her a younger brother. The whole family revolved around her younger brother, and they spoiled him until he became a lazy and useless person.
When Zhao Rong was young, she actually worked very hard. She studied hard, took the college entrance examination, and managed to break free from such a family. Unfortunately, she was later blinded by fame and fortune. She wanted to take shortcuts to live a good life. She gave up her bright future and had to rely on men. It would have been fine if she had just relied on men, but she chose a married man and became his mistress for four years without a formal status. She gave birth to a son and angered his original wife to death. In the end, she had nothing but a formal status.
About five or six years ago, her brother was fooled by someone and opened a clothing factory. He ran the factory poorly and appointed people based on personal connections. He suffered huge losses and was in debt. He had no choice but to call Zhao Rong and ask her for money. It was from that time that Zhao Rong started selling jewelry to raise money.
Her younger brother was really disappointing. When he saw that his sister was able to help him pay off his debts and fill the holes once or twice, he became arrogant. He thought that if his sister married into a wealthy family, their family would be prosperous and have endless money.
He spent money recklessly, imitating the lifestyle of some rich second-generation rich kid he had seen from somewhere, gambling and doing all sorts of messy things, spending money like water. When he ran out of money, he would borrow money. The cronies around him didn't give him any good advice, and took him to borrow high-interest loans from all sorts of channels, with the interest compounding. In the end, he couldn't pay it back and had to turn to Zhao Rong for help.
Zhao Rong didn't want to help, so her parents started crying, making a fuss, and even threatened to commit suicide. They took planes and trains to come to her doorstep to cry and scold her for being unfilial.
Her status was already sensitive, and she relied on Jiang Yuan for her livelihood. She definitely didn't want Jiang Yuan to see this kind of trouble, so she could only swallow her anger and find a way to make money.
Song Shengsheng was speechless for a moment. She lowered her head and looked at the floor tiles under her feet. After a long silence, she said, "What do you think? If she had chosen another independent path after graduating from college, would her life have been different?"
"Maybe, but it's hard to say. After all, everyone is different and their life pursuits are always different. We can't guess at others, but Zhao Rong won't have an easy time today."
"How terrifying..." Song Shengsheng looked up at Jiang Yiyu and smiled bitterly: "I seem to have a bit of a saintly heart. Suddenly I feel that Zhao Rong is quite pitiful."
"She's pitiful? Then my mother is even more miserable. In the end, it's all Jiang Yuan's fault. He's not like a man." Jiang Yiyu paused under the street light: "Dear, I haven't told you yet, happy birthday."
Song Shengsheng smiled and leaned towards him: "I'm having such a bad day today, and you can only give me a blessing?"
"What else do you want?"
"No birthday present?"
"I've been drinking today, so I can't send you off for now."
"I can't deliver it, and you still say it so confidently! Jiang Yiyu, you have such a big face!"
Jiang Yiyu turned around and looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, he put his arm around Song Shengsheng's waist and brought her towards him. Then he quickly lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips with a smile: "Stamp it. I'll owe you money first and settle the account later."
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