At the end of June, after Jiang Yiyu finished filming, he stayed on the set for a few days to reshoot the scenes that were delayed due to his previous leg injury.
After finally finishing work, he even asked Xiao Chen to book a ticket back to Beijing. However, Wen Jing called and said that there was a sudden brand event in Jiangcheng and asked him to go there.
Because the brand has always had a good relationship with their team, he couldn't refuse and had no choice but to go.
It was already early July when he returned to the capital, and Song Shengsheng was on summer vacation.
In order to give her a surprise, Jiang Yiyu deliberately didn't tell her that he was going home that day.
As soon as he got off the plane at noon, he went to the flower shop to buy flowers, cakes, and gifts. By the time everything was ready, it was already past five in the afternoon.
The driver took him home. Before he went upstairs to open the door, he seriously imagined how sweet it would be to be reunited after a short separation. However, when he entered the door, Song Shengsheng was not at home at all.
He put down what he was holding, sat on the sofa and waited for a while. It was almost half past six, and she still hadn't come back. Jiang Yiyu couldn't help but call her.
Song Shengsheng was also shocked when she learned that he had returned home: "Why didn't you tell me you were back?"
"I want to give you a surprise. Where are you now?"
"I'm at my parents' house. Why don't you... come over? It's time for dinner soon. I'll have the driver pick you up."
Jiang Yiyu glanced at the flowers and cake he had prepared on the coffee table and hummed with some disappointment.
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At 7:30 in the evening, Song Ming sat at the dining table, looking at the dishes on the table. He supported his head with one hand and held the chopsticks with the other, tapping the bowl intermittently: "Song Shengsheng, does your Jiang Yiyu ride in an ox cart? Why hasn't he come yet? I'm almost starving."
Wang Jing knocked his hand with her chopsticks: "That's unruly! Who taught you to knock the bowl like that at the dinner table?"
Song Ming curled his lips and withdrew his hand. He glanced at his phone and said, "A big shot is a big shot. Our family is waiting for him. When he comes later, I will punish him with three drinks."
Song Shengsheng turned his head and glanced at the door: "It's the evening rush hour now, the road should be quite congested."
Song Ming: "I told you a long time ago to move to a new house, but you insisted on dragging him to squeeze in with you in that shabby place. I don't understand. Two snails squeezed in one shell, is it lively or something? Obviously, neither of you has lived in a small house before. This small house is so attractive that you don't want to move after living in it."
"My house is pretty good. It's a little small, but the transportation is convenient."
Song Ming chuckled disdainfully, "The neighborhood next to yours is in the city center, with good greenery and spacious houses. It's just a matter of paying a little more. Let Jiang Yiyu buy one. He's not broke. People save money to save for their wives. He already has a wife, and he didn't ask him to pay for her. What's the big deal about him buying an apartment?"
"I don't want to move. I like my current little home very much. I spent a lot of energy on decorating it, and the novelty hasn't worn off yet, so I won't move."
"I didn't say you had to move, I just asked him to buy a house."
"There are only two of us and we can't afford two apartments. Why would we buy so many?"
Song Ming frowned, hissed, and asked in confusion: "Then what are you two planning to do with all that money?"
"Put it in the bank to earn interest, buy gold and jewelry, and what else..." Song Shengsheng thought for a moment: "Oh, right, we also plan to start renovating the Mingyuan Garden that his mother left him this month! Doesn't this all cost money?"
"Mingyuan?" Song Qing, who had been silent the whole time, put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at Song Shengsheng: "Are you saying that Mingyuan is under Jiang Yiyu's name?"
"Well, if his mother's inheritance is not left to him, who will it be left to?"
Song Qing and Wang Jing looked at each other and said meaningfully, "I thought that after Li Chu left, Mingyuan also returned to the hands of the Li family."
"Dad, does Mingyuan have any special significance? It looks like a deserted courtyard to me."
Song Qing picked up the cup and took a sip of water. "It's indeed an ordinary courtyard. It's just that the Li family and the Jin family, who moved to South City more than ten years ago, had a lot of unpleasantness over the land. Later, when Mingyuan was built, Li Chu took the garden to the Jiang family. The Jin and Jiang families also didn't get along. Back then, the garden was a real hot potato."
"Jin family?" Song Ming muttered, putting down his phone. "I heard that the current head of the Jin family is Jin Beisheng, a wolf in disguise. A few days ago, I heard that Jiang Yiyu met Jin Beisheng in South City. Dad, do you think that kid is planning to turn the enemy of his enemy into a friend?"
Song Shengsheng frowned and looked at Song Qing nervously. Song Qing smiled and said, "The Jin family never interferes in other people's business. Besides, I've dealt with Jin Beisheng before, and he's not a nosy person. Yiyu is our family member. If you have any questions, you can just ask him directly. There's no need to beat around the bush."
As they were talking, the doorbell rang and the nanny went to open the door. After Jiang Yiyu came in, she signaled the driver to hand her the South City specialties and flower cakes in his hand, and then she walked into the restaurant on crutches at the nanny's invitation.
"Mom and Dad, Song Ming." He smiled and nodded and greeted them, sat down on the chair that Song Shengsheng pulled out for him, and shook her hand.
Song Ming looked him up and down: "Oh, I hear you call them mom and dad more easily than I do now."
Wang Jing hit him, then looked at Jiang Yiyu with kind concern and asked, "Yiyu, are you feeling better?"
"Much better. After a few days of rest, you'll be able to run and jump." Jiang Yiyu took the dishes and chopsticks from the nanny and whispered thank you.
"Oh, you don't know. When your father and I saw the news about your injury on the news, we were so heartbroken. We called you, but you, like Shengsheng, only reported good news and not bad news. I don't know where Song Ming is hanging out every day. I called him ten times, but nine times out of ten, he couldn't get through. From now on, you have to pay attention to safety. Don't do anything dangerous!"
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