The May Day holiday ended, and around the middle of the month, Jiang Yuan's case was finally settled. However, this was not a good thing for Jiang Yiyu, because his name was once again linked to Jiang Yuan's news.
Song Shengsheng's heart was trembling as he watched the news, but he ended up seeing Jiang Yiyu himself, eating and drinking as usual, and doing what he was doing.
He even had the leisure to lecture Jiang Yicheng, who called to show his concern for him, telling him to worry less about adults and study hard. If he failed to get into college, he would kick him out of the house and not give him a penny.
Jiang Yicheng said that he didn't know how to appreciate kindness. Jiang Yiyu just laughed and hung up the phone. Then he continued to use his mobile phone to send a message to his assistant, asking him to keep an eye on contacting the nursing home for Zhao Rong.
He also asked the finance department to record every penny he gave to Jiang Yicheng and Zhao Ronghua, and to take the account book to ask Jiang Yicheng to pay him back later.
Song Shengsheng sat next to him and saw that after he sent a voice message to his assistant, he obviously tilted the screen of his phone and typed a few lines of words. She didn't see what they were, but she saw the words "funeral affairs".
Jiang Yiyu didn't say anything, and she didn't ask any more questions.
But just a week later, Song Shengsheng learned what happened from the news.
Jiang Yuan committed suicide.
The news reports did not mention how he died, and Jiang Yiyu did not say either.
On the day of cremation, Song Shengsheng wanted to go with them, but was rejected by Jiang Yiyu and Song Ming. Coincidentally, Jin Beisheng and Lin Qingqian also came to the capital.
For the first time, Jiang Yiyu had no objection to Lin Qingqian pestering Song Shengsheng. Not only that, he even said to Lin Qingqian with gratitude, "Ms. Lin, please spend more time with my wife."
Lin Qingqian took Song Shengsheng's arm and nodded.
At night, Lin Qingqian lay beside her, hugging the quilt and looking at the ceiling, and asked: "Isn't it hard for Mr. Jiang to stop acting?"
Song Shengsheng: "I don't know. He said he doesn't care, but how could he not care?"
Lin Qingqian sighed: "I really hate this kind of helplessness."
"Me too."
Lin Qingqian: "Actually, I envy you. You don't have to bear too many responsibilities, you can do what you want, you have a family and husband who love you, and it seems that everything you do goes smoothly. Sister Shengsheng, have you ever encountered setbacks?"
"Are you talking so deeply?"
"Yeah, it just suddenly occurred to me."
"Yes. I have a bad temper, at least not as good as it appears on the surface. Since I was a child, my mother taught me not to rush into things, not to get angry, not to rush into arguments, and especially not to get caught up in self-justification. But I can't do that. I just get angry, and I like to argue about right and wrong, so I suffer a lot.
However, over time, I learned to be smarter. My anger during arguments went from being out in the open to sulking. Even if I was furious, I had to appear calmer than the other person. This would make them even angrier, and it would appear I was the winner. Later, after I learned Sanda and Taekwondo and gained some skills, I stopped arguing and usually just went for it. I got into trouble, but luckily I was able to resolve it.
"Except for sulking, it all sounds great."
"What about you? What do you usually do when you get angry?"
"Me?" Lin Qingqian thought for a moment. "I won't suffer any loss. I can tolerate minor problems, but if they're really annoying, I'll make them pay the price."
"Then why is President Jin still hanging around you?"
Lin Qingqian sighed and smiled awkwardly: "I can't do anything to him. He is more powerful than me. I can't make things too awkward with him."
"Why on earth have you become like this?"
Lin Qingqian changed to a comfortable lying position and pulled the quilt closer.
"We were married through a family arrangement. I liked him at first. He was older than me, had a rich resume and strong abilities. He was outstanding in both looks and height. He was also very nice to me. He seemed to have no flaws, except that he didn't like me. But I really wanted to spend my life with him."
Lin Qingqian: "Later, he liked me, but not that much. I was so tired. Can you believe it? I sent him ten messages, and he could only reply to me with a sentence of no more than ten words every one or two days? He didn't even answer my calls. I had to go through his assistant to contact him. He was so intangible. My friends all said I was a bootlicker. I was like a joke of a man who was always paying for him."
"Then what?"
"Then, I didn't want him anymore, but he came back to me. After observing him for a while, I felt we could get along, so I decided to keep an eye on things. After all, it's not easy to find someone who's perfect in every way, and... I still like him. So we reconciled for a while..."
"Then why did it become like this?"
"It's a long story." Lin Qingqian didn't want to say more.
Song Shengsheng sighed along with her: "Will you still make peace with him?"
"I don't know either."
"I think you still like him."
"Is it obvious?"
"Well, the last time you came to stay at my house, you were worried that he wouldn't be able to get used to sleeping in someone else's bed at night, and I saw you secretly go see him."
Lin Qingqian covered her face with the quilt: "I was respecting the elders."
Song Shengsheng smiled and bumped heads with her: "Compared to you, your Mr. Jin is indeed a little older, but not to the point of being old, right?"
"Almost." Lin Qingqian showed her eyes and looked at Song Shengsheng: "Are you sure they won't come back today?"
"I'm sure."
"Would you like a late-night snack? Shall we order a little barbecue?"
"Hungry?"
"It's okay, I just feel like the atmosphere is right and I can have a couple of drinks."
"Alright."
Song Shengsheng sat up, picked up her phone and started to order. Lin Qingqian came over, leaned on her shoulder, and ordered with her: "Next time you come to South City, I'll treat you. I have a friend who opened a barbecue restaurant. The food is delicious."
"Okay, I'll go to South City next time I have a chance."
"Don't always agree to come and then not come. Emperor Jiang has been back and forth several times, and I haven't seen you follow him."
"Busy with schoolwork."
After eating the barbecue, in the middle of the night, Song Shengsheng received a call from Jiang Yiyu. She quietly got out of bed and walked to the living room: "Brother Yiyu, why aren't you asleep yet?"
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yiyu was silent for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice: "Shengsheng, I found... I seem to have only you."
Song Shengsheng sighed and wanted to hug him: "Do you want me to pick you up?"
"You can't drive, this place is a bit far."
"Once I'm done with this, I'll have to go get a driver's license. Have you eaten?"
"have eaten."
"Where's my brother?"
"I'm talking to Jin Beisheng. I'm a little bored, so I came out to smoke a cigarette and get some fresh air. I really want to hear your voice."
"I am here."
After another long silence, Jiang Yiyu smiled and said, "We'll probably go back tomorrow morning. I can bring you breakfast when we get back."
"good."
"What does Miss Lin like to eat?"
"Mr. Jin must know."
"Yeah, I just saw him using his phone to send seven or eight messages to his wife, but she didn't even reply. She's so pitiful. My wife is still the best. Oh my god, what can I do? I miss you even more."
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