Wang Jing came over when she heard the sound, stood behind Song Qing, patted his shoulder, and pretended to blame Song Shengsheng, "Shengsheng, your father is right. You are a child who cannot keep calm and acts rashly. Don't do this in the future. Do you hear me?" She exchanged glances with Song Shengsheng.
Song Qing frowned and turned back, patting her hand. "You, I'm educating my daughter, and you're adding to the chaos by protecting her. This time she was so reckless as to slap Zhao Rong. I wonder if she'll be so upset with someone next time and just beat them up, causing even bigger trouble. How are you going to protect her and deal with her?"
Wang Jing smiled and said, "What big mess can she possibly get into? Besides, as long as she doesn't cause a disaster that's irreparable, there's no such thing as a mess we can't help her clean up."
"Just spoil her!"
Song Ming couldn't help laughing when he saw his parents singing the same tune. Song Qing looked at him and pointed, "And you, just like your mother, indulge your sister's mistakes."
…
During the Mid-Autumn Festival at the end of September, Jiang Yiyu returned to the capital for a short time.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival family dinner, Wang Jing sighed as she looked at Song Ming, who was still sitting alone. She put down her chopsticks and said, "Xiao Ming, where is your wife?"
Song Ming looked at Jiang Yiyu and smiled. Jiang Yiyu answered for him, "Mom, Wen Jing is busy with new people and promotions these days. She's not in Beijing."
Wang Jing sighed again: "It's true that birds of a feather flock together. You two brothers are really stupid sometimes."
Jiang Yiyu and Song Ming looked at each other in confusion. Jiang Yiyu looked at Song Shengsheng in confusion. Song Shengsheng was cracking crab legs and said without looking up, "One of them doesn't know where his wife is and is grinning foolishly, while the other one doesn't think there's anything wrong and even takes the initiative to answer for him. Aren't they both equally stupid?"
Song Mingdao: "This Wen Jing is Jiang Yiyu's agent. He must know her whereabouts better than me. What's the problem with this..."
Now even Jiang Yiyu understood the problem. He nudged Song Ming with his arm and whispered, "She's your wife. You don't even know where she is. How strange!"
Song Ming still didn't understand, and his voice didn't lower at all: "Is it considered unfamiliar if you don't know where we are?"
Wang Jing was completely speechless about her silly son. She asked Song Shengsheng, "Do you know where Yi Yu is and what he does every day? If he doesn't tell me, will you ask?"
Jiang Yiyu quickly replied, "Don't worry, Mom. I'll report to you every day and make sure Shengsheng doesn't worry."
"Do you know Shengsheng's whereabouts every day? Don't you know if you will ask her?"
Jiang Yiyu glanced at Song Ming, who was still grinning foolishly, and smiled awkwardly: "Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be at ease..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole family turned their eyes to Song Ming. Song Ming was very puzzled and looked left and right: "Hey, what's going on? It's rare for me to get so much attention."
Wang Jing took a deep breath and said, "A few months ago, we had planned to hold your wedding for you and Wen Jing in early October. I've already made arrangements with the hotel and contacted the wedding dress designer. All we have left is to send out the invitations. But you said that even though you have a holiday at the beginning of the month, you're still busy.
"Okay, I'll postpone your wedding until mid-October. It's already the end of September, and October is almost here. You two haven't tried on wedding dresses, haven't drawn up a guest list, and we haven't even met the bride's parents. And you still don't know anything about anything. Song Ming, are you planning to piss me and your dad off together?"
Song Ming put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "She's been really busy lately, Mom and Dad. You know, Wen Jing is more focused on her work. If she hadn't been working so hard, Jiang Yiyu wouldn't be as famous as she is now."
"No matter how hard you try, at this crucial juncture in your life, can't you just take a break from work? And you, you act like you're losing your mind day by day. There's really no harm without comparison. Look at your sister and Yi Yu, they get along so well!"
Song Ming rubbed his head and said, "I think Wen Jing and I get along pretty well. As a couple, it's important to keep things fresh. Everyone has their own life. There's no need to revolve around each other all the time."
"I'm not asking you to revolve around her, but you should at least know where she is and what she's doing!"
Song Ming suddenly found it funny. He bumped Jiang Yiyu's shoulder, still smiling brightly. "That's easy. If I can't find Wen Jing, I'll look for Jiang Yiyu. He's sure where Wen Jing is anyway. If that doesn't work, I'll tie Jiang Yiyu up. Wen Jing can't just ignore her cash cow. If that doesn't work, I'll expose this guy's explosive secrets online. Wen Jing will definitely not sit idly by!"
Jiang Yiyu pushed him away and moved closer to Song Shengsheng: "My dear, I don't want to be too close to a fool."
Song Shengsheng squeezed his hand to comfort him: "Don't worry, I won't let you become a part of their relationship."
Wang Jing was too lazy to bother with him anymore and just said, "Anyway, I'm telling you this today. On October 2nd, even if you two go to work in space, you have to take a spaceship home to try on wedding dresses!"
…
After dinner, Jiang Yiyu and Song Shengsheng stood on the rooftop to look at the moon. Song Ming brought up a few cans of beer and gave one to each of them.
The three of them drank in silence. After a long while, Song Ming sighed, "Why is life so difficult?"
Jiang Yiyu laughed and said, "Young Master Song is also beginning to lament life?"
Song Shengsheng looked at Song Ming and smiled.
Song Ming walked over to the bar, sat down, and slammed the table. "Dad just called me into the study and gave me a stern scolding. He warned me that if I dared to mess around again, I'd be punished according to the family rules. The same family rules we have, thirty strokes on the hand with a small ruler. I got hit once when I was eight years old. My hand was swollen for the whole week afterwards. I couldn't even hold a pencil."
Jiang Yiyu took the half can of beer that Song Shengsheng couldn't finish and shook it: "It's always like this, I'm like a beer recycling bucket."
Song Shengsheng smiled and pinched his arm in a flattering manner.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Song Ming got a little anxious: "Hey! I'm talking here, can you two wait a while before flirting? Respect me first."
Jiang Yiyu looked at him and said, "I completely agree with my parents. Also, I think if you and Wen Jing really don't want to get married, why not just tell the elders directly so they don't have to worry about you all the time."
Song Ming took a sip of wine. "It's not that I don't want to get married, it's just that it's too much trouble. When I was single, I thought if I found someone with a stable relationship, my parents would stop nagging me. But now that we've got the marriage certificate, we're being pressured into having a wedding. I guess after the wedding, they'll start urging us to have kids soon. It's really an endless hassle."
He looked at Jiang Yiyu and Song Shengsheng: "You two are still the best. One is the second child who is pampered by his family and only needs to enjoy the good life. The other one is no different from both parents being dead. No one cares about you and no one pushes you. You don't have the troubles I have encountered. Damn it, why is it so unfair!"
Song Shengsheng smiled and shrugged, "Brother, haven't you heard the saying that behind every happy second child, there's a big brother carrying the burden? If it weren't for you resolutely shouldering the burden of family and life, how could I be so carefree? Thank you for your noble character!"
Song Ming was also amused by her: "Get lost!"
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