The servant came forward and wanted to give Song Shengsheng another glass of water, but Song Shengsheng covered the cup with his hand and refused.
Zhao Rong looked at her and asked with feigned kindness and concern, "Shengsheng, are you hungry? If so, why don't we take our seats first?"
Jiang Yuan also looked at Song Shengsheng, who smiled and said, "It's a family dinner, how can we have a dinner without all the family members present? Although I'm young, I've known this etiquette since I was a child."
"I was abrupt and asked too many questions." Zhao Rong smiled awkwardly, then looked at Jiang Yuan, who was obviously displeased, with a restrained look, as if she had suffered a great injustice. Jiang Yuan snorted coldly, and with the authority of an elder, he scolded Song Shengsheng, "You call yourself a junior, and we are the elders. It's disrespectful for a junior to speak to an elder in sarcastic and aggressive terms. Is this the Song family's family education?"
Song Shengsheng imitated Zhao Rong's behavior, feigning grievance and clenching her hands in fear, and whispered, "I've always spoken like this. I don't think there's anything wrong with it, and my parents don't think there's anything wrong with it either. So maybe Uncle Jiang and Aunt Zhao are just being overly sensitive."
She looked at Zhao Rong and said, "Aunt Zhao, if you have any opinions about me, please feel free to speak up. There's no need to be embarrassed. I don't like people misunderstanding me for no reason."
Zhao Rong lowered her eyes and wisely said nothing more.
Jiang Yuan snorted unhappily and ignored Song Shengsheng.
The living room suddenly became quiet, and Song Shengsheng felt much more at ease. She continued to look at Jiang Yicheng, only to see that the young man was looking at her and smiling barely perceptibly.
After about five or six minutes, Jiang Yicheng stood up and said to Jiang Yuan and Zhao Rong, "Mom and Dad, I heard that Sister Shengsheng is a top student at Peking University. I've been having some academic problems lately and would like to ask her for advice. I wonder if that would be convenient for you."
Jiang Yuan didn't say anything. Zhao Rong forced a smile and looked at Song Shengsheng. Song Shengsheng glanced at Jiang Yicheng and raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's convenient."
She stood up and tugged at her skirt. Zhao Rong hurriedly pulled Jiang Yicheng forward and took her arm with some eagerness to please her. While telling her about Jiang Yicheng's recent academic progress, she beckoned her to go upstairs.
When they reached the stairs to the second floor, Jiang Yicheng shook off Zhao Rong's hand and said, "Mom, go downstairs and stay with Dad. If my brother comes and they start fighting again, you can help them stop it."
Zhao Rong stopped, looked back downstairs, and looked at Song Shengsheng with some worry. Song Shengsheng leaned against the stair railing and smiled.
Zhao Rong sighed, "No one in this family is worry-free." She patted Song Shengsheng's hand and said, "Shengsheng, I'll leave Yicheng's studies in your hands."
Song Shengsheng nodded, and Zhao Rong gave Jiang Yicheng a few more worried instructions before she lifted her skirt and walked down the stairs.
Jiang Yicheng turned around and continued walking up to the third floor. Song Shengsheng followed him slowly, "What do you want to tell me?"
Jiang Yicheng chuckled twice: "This is my first time meeting you, what can I say? It's just that seeing the awkward atmosphere just now, I just wanted to save you and save me."
When there was only the last step left to the third floor platform, he stopped, looked back at Song Shengsheng, and asked, "Do you want to see my room?"
"Huh? What tricks are you trying to play? I'm in a bad mood now and don't want to play with you." Song Shengsheng held the handrail of the stairs, stepped back two steps, and kept a safe distance from Jiang Yicheng.
Jiang Yicheng looked at her retreating steps, raised the corner of his mouth, and chuckled playfully: "You even dare to marry my brother, and you are afraid of me?"
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, there's no one in the Jiang family who isn't crazy, but coincidentally, I'm the most normal one."
"I don't think so."
Jiang Yicheng sighed and stepped onto the platform: "Come up, I'll show you around."
Song Shengsheng didn't move. Jiang Yicheng fiddled with his bangs. "Don't worry, I'm not stupid. My parents didn't say anything when you were so angry with them. That shows you're not someone they can mess with. Besides, my brother is coming soon, and I don't want to get beaten because of you. Jiang Yiyu hates me, and he won't leave me any chance of survival if he beats me up."
He made a gesture of invitation, and Song Shengsheng went upstairs in three or two steps. She followed Jiang Yicheng through the narrow corridor on the right side of the stairs, turned a corner, and walked to the end. Jiang Yicheng stopped and held the door handle: "First of all, let me make it clear, I didn't take you for a stroll."
He turned the doorknob and opened the door. A damp and dusty smell mixed with the smell of coke hit him in the face. Song Shengsheng frowned and waved his hand in front of him. Jiang Yicheng reached out and touched the switch at the door, turned on the light, and walked in.
"I lived in this room when I was six years old." He walked to the window and drew aside the curtains.
Song Shengsheng peered into the room, then cautiously stepped inside. Jiang Yicheng continued, "That night, our family was all sound asleep when suddenly, a fire inexplicably started in the study next to this bedroom. The fire scorched the curtains and spread. I was woken by the thick smoke and ran downstairs crying. Fortunately, the housekeeper and the others came up to put out the fire in time, otherwise something terrible would have happened that night."
"What do you want to say?"
Jiang Yicheng waved to her: "Sister Shengsheng, look, will my brother sit in that car?"
"Jiang Yicheng, you don't think it was Jiang Yiyu who wanted to burn you to death, do you?"
Jiang Yicheng shrugged. "When the police came, they found no evidence. I can't say anything nonsense, but my brother really doesn't like me. But what's the point of him not liking me? It was his father who chose my mother. I am so innocent."
"You slept in his room. How innocent are you? Don't you find it funny?"
"I don't like living in a room that someone else has slept in, and I don't like using things that someone else has used. If I had a choice, do you think I would want the last name Jiang? My mom and I are always pointed at and gossiped about wherever we go. Just like you, don't you look down on us too?"
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