Song Shengsheng said loudly: "You also know that Jiang Yuan is not a good person, but you still treat him as a treasure?"
"Then what do you want me to do? I have to make it to the end. I have to see Yicheng succeed!"
Song Shengsheng let go of her arm and said calmly, "I have a way. It depends on whether you are willing to cooperate."
"Why should I trust you?"
Song Shengsheng glanced at the bruises on her arm and said, "Because of that, I hate domestic violence."
Jiang Yicheng stared at her for a long time. He slowly let go of the hand that was protecting Zhao Rong and whispered, "Are you telling the truth?"
"Yicheng! We can't trust them! Don't you want the family property anymore?" Zhao Rong hurriedly pulled his arm.
Jiang Yiyu looked at them and asked wearily, "Is it necessary?"
Jiang Yicheng said to Zhao Rong, "Mom, I'm young. Even if I don't have any family fortune and my surname isn't Jiang, I'm confident I can give you a good life. I really..." He choked up a little, "I really don't want to watch you quarrel with Dad anymore, watch you tremble in fear when he beats you. I don't want to live in fear anymore."
A flash of softness flashed across Zhao Rong's vigilant eyes. "You've never lived without money, so you don't understand what money means. Don't talk nonsense, kid."
"Mom! I understand, I understand everything! I really can't stand this life of being laughed at by everyone. My classmates, teachers, everyone who knows me, all know that I have a brother named Jiang Yiyu. My mom forced his mom to death, and the mistress took over and stole his mom's husband. I stole his dad. Everyone knows that my brother's original family was unhappy, and everyone sympathizes with him, but what about me? They point at my spine and say that I am a bastard born to a mistress!"
Zhao Rong closed her eyes in tears. Song Shengsheng saw that her hands were clenched until the knuckles turned white. "Tell me, who said that to you? Mom will help you deal with it."
"Everyone who knows about our family's affairs says so. So many people around the world know about it. How are you going to handle it? When our family's affairs were trending on the Internet, you saw how they scolded us. You saw it too. Dad got so angry that day that he pointed at us and cursed us, saying it was all because of us, because of you, that he ruined his reputation...
"Mom, you haven't seen clearly yet. Dad doesn't love you at all. He doesn't care about anyone. He only cares about himself, his worthless reputation and his thin face in the eyes of others! Mom, let's listen to my brother and sister-in-law and leave Dad. Let's leave here!"
Zhao Rong glared at him, frowned, raised her hand and slapped him. Immediately, Jiang Yicheng's tears fell.
Jiang Yiyu looked at her silently, his eyes full of disgust.
Song Shengsheng was indeed touched by Jiang Yicheng's words, but because she was wary of Jiang Yicheng's behavior when she came to Jiang's house last time, she had not yet figured out how true their current performance was, so she remained silent.
"Mom! I've had enough! Why, why does Dad push us to the front every time my brother comes home to cause trouble, even though he knows how much he hates us? Why do we have to greet every one of them with a smile? And last time, on my sister-in-law's birthday, we were humiliated in front of so many elders? We are all human beings, why should we be inferior to others?"
"Yicheng, are you blaming your mother for not being able to give you a better life and a better family?"
"I'm not blaming you! I'm just telling you that I don't want to live like this anymore. I don't want to stay in the school my brother went to. I don't want to live in his shadow. I don't want to see you quarreling with dad, I don't want to see you being beaten, I don't want you to hide in the toilet and cry, and I don't want to see grandma and uncle always coming to your house to ask you for money. I hate them, I hate every one of them!" Jiang Yicheng cried and shouted.
Jiang Yiyu didn't want to sympathize with him, but his words did touch the soft part of his heart. He took out a cigarette box from his pocket, poured out a cigarette, bit it between his lips, pressed the lighter to light it, and smoked slowly while continuing to listen to Jiang Yicheng and Zhao Rong arguing.
I don't know how much time passed, but the mother and son were already crying inconsolably, and his cigarette was also burned to the end.
He put out his cigarette on the coffee table and said, "There are two options now. The first option is to continue living our current life and help Jiang Yuan. We will leave now.
The second option is to get Jiang Yuan back and help us achieve my goal of moving my mother's grave this spring. I'll help you leave the Jiang family, as long as you don't touch anything I want. I can send Jiang Yicheng abroad, and as long as he stays here, I won't let him down. As for you... Zhao Rong, you should know the debt you owe me. If you can't settle it, you'll have to bear the consequences.
"What will you do to me?" Zhao Rong's voice trembled a little.
"I haven't thought about it yet, but you probably haven't thought about living comfortably, have you?"
"Can you let Yicheng go?"
"Although I don't like him, as Jiang Yuan's son, I know his life is not easy. I don't need to make things difficult for a child."
Zhao Rong looked at Song Shengsheng warily. Song Shengsheng smiled and said, "Whether we meet Jiang Yuan or not today, he won't be in a good mood when he comes back. Do you still want to be beaten?"
Zhao Rong took a deep breath, held Jiang Yicheng's hand, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"First of all, we all need to be honest and not play tricks." Song Shengsheng looked back at the housekeeper and servant standing at the entrance of the hallway: "You should know whose spies they are."
"They won't tell anyone about our conversation, I'm sure of that." Zhao Rong wiped her tears and calmed down. "Also, I need 200,000 yuan. Transfer it to my account before this Friday."
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