"You still say that!"
Jiang Yiyu muttered quietly, "I won't say anything more."
Song Shengsheng was amused by him and reached out to pat his hand. Jiang Yiyu opened his palm and let her pat him. She slapped him harder and harder, and his hand turned red. Jiang Yiyu did not dodge. In the end, Song Shengsheng could not bear it any longer and grabbed his hand: "Are you stupid?"
"Because it's you, I'm willing to be stupid."
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The next morning, after breakfast, Jiang Yiyu drove Song Shengsheng back to the Jiang family.
Because they had called in advance, when they arrived, Zhao Rong, Jiang Yicheng and some relatives of the Jiang family that Song Shengsheng didn't even know were already waiting at the door.
As soon as she entered the house, Zhao Rong pretended to be warm and pulled her along, introducing her to others, asking her who her second aunt was and who her third cousin was...
As if she was very familiar with these people, Song Shengsheng did not refuse her and called people according to her introduction very appropriately.
After observing them all, she found that the relatives of the Jiang family had one thing in common, which was that their attitudes were so good that they were a bit flattering, and it was the kind of flattery that was not concealed at all, which was completely different from the guests she had met at the Li family yesterday.
Song Shengsheng sat on the sofa next to Jiang Yiyu. She took the orange handed to her by Zhao Rong, held it in her hand, and listened to Jiang Yuan chatting with another second uncle. She had met this second uncle several times when she followed Wang Jing to banquets. The woman who followed him was different every time. It was obvious that he was just a hypocrite.
Jiang Yiyu was also impatient with them and sat there without saying a word.
After lunch, Song Shengsheng took the opportunity to go wash her hands and grabbed Jiang Yicheng, forcing him to find a reason to take her and Jiang Yiyu upstairs.
After going upstairs, Jiang Yicheng said, "What do you want to ask me? I don't have anything to tell you."
Song Shengsheng said angrily, "Don't you have anything to tell us? Last time, we were so sincere in wanting to help you and your mother, but you two changed your mind without even saying hello, causing us to worry for nothing. Don't you need an explanation?"
Jiang Yicheng curled his lips and sighed. He lowered his head and glanced down along the gap in the stair railing, pointing to his bedroom: "There are too many people here, it's not a place to talk."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the bedroom. Song Shengsheng pulled Jiang Yiyu and hurriedly followed.
After entering Jiang Yicheng's bedroom, he ignored them and sat directly on the bed. Jiang Yiyu sat on the table opposite the bed with a stern face, while Song Shengsheng pushed Jiang Yicheng to move away from her and sat on the bed as well.
Jiang Yicheng said to Song Shengsheng in a bad mood: "Can you please stop touching me all the time? I always feel like you are going to hit me."
"Have you ever been beaten?" Jiang Yiyu asked.
Jiang Yicheng glanced at him and said, "Believe it or not, what I said last time was true. I'm tired of everyone knowing that I have a brother named Jiang Yiyu. I don't want to hear any more talk about him being the son of a mistress or being morally corrupt. It's annoying!"
"So they bullied you? If you were bullied, wouldn't you fight back? If you didn't fight back, at least you could tell the teacher and parents that I don't trust Zhao Rong and won't protect you."
"How can she protect me? If she goes to school, am I going to watch those onlookers pointing at her and laughing and gossiping about her? She's my mom! Besides, I can't hit her back. If I dare to hit her, Dad will think I'm following in your footsteps and it will make him lose face. He won't hit me, but that doesn't mean he won't hit my mom. He'll think it's my mom who didn't educate me well..."
"Then you'll just let others do whatever they want?"
"What do you mean by being at the mercy of others? I just endured the humiliation and protected my mother in my own way."
"He's filial, but a little stupid. He's worthy of being Zhao Rong's little bastard."
Jiang Yicheng glared at Jiang Yiyu fiercely: "If you don't know how to speak, you don't have to say anything! I don't want to hear it anyway!"
Song Shengsheng coughed twice, interrupting their quarrel: "Back to the point, why don't you come and give us the evidence?"
Jiang Yicheng took a deep breath impatiently, and then quietly moved away from Song Shengsheng: "I just said that, I have nothing to tell you about this matter. It means literally, two people with two brains, combined they are almost sixty years old, why can't you understand?"
Song Shengsheng didn't tolerate him either, and slapped him rudely on the back of the head. Jiang Yicheng covered his head and almost jumped up: "Oh my god! You really want to fight me! My mother has never hit me! Why are you so fierce!"
Song Shengsheng glared at him: "If you don't speak properly, I will beat you up."
Jiang Yicheng glanced at Jiang Yiyu, who had been keeping a cold face, and said in a deflated tone, "I have fallen into a wolf's den."
"It's good that you understand. Just say everything you have to say." Song Shengsheng threatened.
Jiang Yicheng rubbed the top of his head and sighed: "It's just... After you left that day, my mother calmed down. She thought about it and felt that the conditions you offered were not very good. It would be better for her to endure it and wait for Jiang Yiyu to get revenge, and then she would do whatever she wanted.
Anyway, I am my father's biological son and my brother's biological brother, so I can get a share of the pie. It is much better to get a share of the pie than to go abroad and live in an unfamiliar place with an uncertain future."
"Do you think so too?" Jiang Yiyu asked.
Jiang Yicheng frowned. "Why do I feel that way? Is it important? My opinions have never been considered by adults. Just like what you said, Sister Shengsheng, I'm just a stepping stone, a tool for my mother to maintain her position in the Jiang family and keep my father. She needs me to be well-behaved, obedient, and excellent. She absolutely refuses to rebel or disobey. She wants me to obey in everything. It's been like this since I was a child. I'm not supposed to have too many ideas of my own."
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