Because they had called in advance on the way, Song Qing and Wang Jing were still awake when they got home.
Jiang Yicheng hid behind Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu, and timidly looked at Wang Jing who was looking at him with concern. Wang Jing waved to him: "Yicheng, come to your aunt."
Jiang Yicheng didn't move, and even hid behind Jiang Yiyu. He didn't believe that Wang Jing, who hated him and Zhao Rong so much in the past, could really be nice to him.
Zhao Rong had told him that no matter how cheerful these people appeared on the surface, they actually looked down on them deep down...
Faced with his timidity, Jiang Yiyu became a little impatient. He grabbed Jiang Yicheng's arm, pulled him out, and pushed him in front of Wang Jing: "You are not presentable."
Jiang Yicheng turned around and glared at him with forced calmness, but when he saw Song Shengsheng's look that said, "If you cause trouble again, I'll beat you up," he lowered his head timidly and pretended to be well-behaved when greeting Wang Jing and Song Qing.
Wang Jing tugged at the leather jacket he was wearing. "Zhao Rong is really amazing. She lets the child wear this on such a cold day. It's so thin, there's no need to worry about catching a cold."
"Yes...I wanted to wear it myself."
Wang Jing ignored him and looked at his ripped jeans again, frowning even more tightly. "Look at this poor guy, there are two holes in his pants, his knees are frozen red, and he doesn't even wear long johns. He's still young, and if he doesn't take care, when he gets older, the cold will accumulate and he'll definitely have leg and arm pain."
Song Qing patted Jiang Yicheng's shoulder and led him to the guest room that had been prepared in advance: "What do you know? This is the fashion of young people. Kids their age like to dress like this."
Wang Jing tutted in disdain. "Maybe I'm just too old-fashioned. I really can't understand these fashions. Anyway, I think our Yi Yu's outfit is pretty good. Casual but not sloppy. Straightforward, clean and refreshing without being exaggerated at all. How wonderful!"
Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu followed behind them. Upon hearing this, Song Shengsheng looked Jiang Yiyu up and down, then leaned in close and whispered, "I've finally discovered that my mom sees you through a filter, and it's a very thick filter."
Jiang Yiyu smiled, tilted his head and whispered to her, "That's because I'm likable."
"Stop flattering yourself. Now you should think about how to keep an eye on Zhao Rong!"
"Don't worry, it's okay."
…
Jiang Yicheng was settled in the guest room on the first floor where Jiang Yiyu had lived before. Song Shengsheng told Wang Jing about the boy not studying well and going out to fool around. Wang Jing, who always attached great importance to children's education, immediately became anxious. She pulled Jiang Yicheng aside and lectured him for a long time in a serious tone, which made Jiang Yicheng look at Song Shengsheng for help, who was a little scared of him.
Song Shengsheng said to Wang Jing, "Mom, it's getting late. Don't worry about him. Let him sleep. Brother Yiyu will go to school tomorrow and have a good talk with the teacher about this kid. There will be plenty of people to teach him a lesson then."
Jiang Yicheng sighed, wanting to argue but unable to find the words, so he could only lower his head silently.
…
The news of Zhao Rong jumping off the building came a week later. At that time, Jiang Yiyu was standing in the kitchen with an apron on, making soup for Song Shengsheng and chatting with her about how great the production team of the next movie was and whether it was worth him waiting for half a year to join the crew.
Just when they were talking excitedly, their cell phone suddenly rang. Because he was holding a soup spoon in his hand and it was inconvenient for him to answer it, Song Shengsheng helped him answer the call and turned on the speaker. When they heard the bodyguard say, "Zhao Rong jumped from the rooftop," they immediately panicked.
Jiang Yiyu turned off the fire, took off his apron and hurried out. Song Shengsheng trotted back to the bedroom, picked up their coats, and followed him closely.
Along the way, the two even discussed the arrangements for Zhao Rong's funeral, but when they arrived, Zhao Rong was not dead.
When Jiang Yicheng arrived, Zhao Rong was still in the emergency room. He stood expressionlessly with Jiang Yiyu and Song Shengsheng, who were wearing hats and masks, silently watching his crying grandmother and vampire-like uncle hugging each other. Several bodyguards stopped them from getting close to Jiang Yiyu.
Song Shengsheng glanced at him and said, "If you feel sad, you can cry."
"There's nothing to cry about. She's the one who doesn't want me."
"But she's your mother."
Jiang Yicheng lowered his head, trying to hide his red eyes.
He chuckled softly, "You're all strange. You clearly hate her and wish she were dead, but at a time like this, you still want me to feel sad for her. Seeing me cry like grandma and the others, wouldn't that make you happy? Would that satisfy your saintly hearts? But unfortunately, I don't want you to get your wish."
"You little brat, you really can't speak."
"You've already said everything, what else do I have to say?"
Jiang Yiyu glanced at him, pressed the back of his head, and lowered it even lower: "If you speak any louder, I guarantee your grandmother will rush over and point her finger at you and call you an ungrateful wolf."
Jiang Yicheng stopped talking. Ever since he could remember, the scene of his grandmother and uncle crying and rolling on the ground asking his mother for money was not only fresh in his memory, but it was also deeply ingrained in his mind. He felt ashamed and scared... He silently leaned towards Jiang Yiyu.
Jiang Yiyu looked at his little movements and found them funny: "I still hate you."
"I know. I didn't expect you to like me."
"Then come closer."
Jiang Yicheng looked up and glanced at him: "You are so tall, it won't kill me if I lean on you. Besides, it will definitely be good for you if I stand by you. At least I won't compete with you for the family property."
"So what do you want?"
Jiang Yicheng didn't even think twice: "I want to enter the entertainment industry and become an idol!"
"You can shut up now. This is non-negotiable. I don't agree."
Song Shengsheng echoed in a low voice: "I also think that your original conditions are average. You don't have the face of a protagonist, so you won't be popular."
Jiang Yicheng curled his lips: "My mother is still in there, her life or death is uncertain, can't you two comfort me?"
Jiang Yiyu: "When your mother hoped my mother would die, I didn't see you comforting me."
Song Shengsheng: "I don't like you either, why should I comfort you?"
Jiang Yicheng: "I was young at the time and didn't understand anything. What does adult matters have to do with me?"
"You've done a lot of bad things." Jiang Yiyu pushed down the brim of his hat. "You deserve to be hated. I'll have someone go downstairs and get you an appointment with a psychiatrist. I have a feeling you have some mental issues. You don't seem to have much empathy. I wonder if it's some kind of emotional disorder. Early detection and early treatment are crucial."
"You are sick, your whole family is sick!"
Jiang Yiyu glanced at him and said nothing. Jiang Yicheng quickly shut his mouth. From the perspective of blood relationship, he also scolded himself.
Song Shengsheng sighed and asked again, "Your mother's life or death is uncertain, and you really can't shed a single tear?"
Jiang Yicheng folded his arms and turned his back to them, "How could you see me crying? I'm a villain, don't I have any dignity?"
"You've positioned yourself very accurately."
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