"So what did my brother say? Are you really connected to Jin Beisheng?"
Jiang Yiyu fell silent.
Song Shengsheng stretched out the words, hesitantly hummed, and said, "Why would you rather ask him for help than my brother? How could an outsider help you more wholeheartedly than your family? Jiang Yiyu, what are you thinking?"
Jiang Yiyu raised his hand and smoothed his hair: "I can't implicate Song Ming, nor can I implicate the Song family. My dear, you must know that in this world, interests are always the most reliable relationship."
"You don't believe us?"
"It's not that I don't believe you, I just don't want you to get involved in this mess between Jiang Yuan and me. As for Jin Beisheng, I know in my heart that he wants something from me. We use each other and help each other. I'm not stupid, I won't let him skin me."
"What does he want from you?"
Jiang Yiyu turned to look at her: "It's nothing but fame and fortune, just give it to him."
"Fame and fortune? What fame and fortune? What does he want you to do?"
"He's not worthy of me doing anything, and I won't do anything either. Don't worry, don't ask."
Song Shengsheng frowned, clenched her hands, and turned away for a long time.
Jiang Yiyu looked at her, was silent for a while, reached out and held her hand, squeezing it: "Are you angry?"
Song Shengsheng didn't say anything, just looked back at him, sighed as if he wanted to say something, and retracted his gaze: "My brother will be more angry than me. You know very well how much he doesn't want you to have anything to do with Jin Beisheng."
"It's because he treats me as a friend and brother that I can't let him and the Song family get involved in this mess. Don't worry, dear. Everything is under my control."
Song Shengsheng sighed helplessly again, and finally held his hand back.
Jiang Yiyu smiled, brought her hand to his lips, and kissed the back of her hand: "When this is over, we can really live a good life."
"What are your expectations for this to end?"
"expected?"
"That's the result. What kind of ending do you want them to have? Take back the Jiang family's assets, and then what?"
Jiang Yiyu looked at Song Shengsheng's inquiring eyes and chuckled, "Trying to trick me again."
"If you don't tell me, I won't be able to rest assured."
"I definitely want the Jiang family's assets. Jiang Yuan and Zhao Rong will have to pay the price. As long as their bastard behaves well, I don't mind sending him abroad and letting him live a life of luxury. My cheap uncle in the Li family also has his own karma."
"Li family?"
"Didn't I tell you why I refused to listen to Song Ming and join forces with the Li family? Because my uncle only cares about profit. He and Jiang Yuan are in cahoots. Back then, he refused to side with my mother for money. How could I expect him to consider family ties and side with me now and bring down his cash cow?"
"So, the reason you've preferred to live in a hotel by yourself for the past decade rather than join the Li family is because your uncle and Uncle Jiang are in cahoots?"
Jiang Yiyu smiled and agreed.
Song Shengsheng leaned back in her chair somewhat helplessly: "How on earth did your mother die that made you hate them so much?"
"She was originally..." Jiang Yiyu choked up and pondered for a long time, then said softly: "She was not going to die. We killed her together."
"You guys? You?"
Jiang Yiyu looked at her and repeated, "Me."
Song Shengsheng wanted to continue asking, but Jiang Yiyu refused to say anything, so she had to give up.
At three o'clock in the morning, Song Shengsheng opened her eyes in a daze and wanted to go out to find some water. As soon as she walked out of the tent, she saw Jiang Yiyu sitting at the table with a half-burned cigarette in his hand.
She walked over and patted his shoulder from behind. Jiang Yiyu looked back at her and smiled: "Why did you come out?"
"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"
Jiang Yiyu raised his hand and pointed at the night sky above his head: "Look, there are stars."
Song Shengsheng sat down on the chair beside him and straightened the collar of her coat. "Indeed, it will be dawn in just a few hours." She yawned. "If you like it here, we can come back next time."
"Why come again? How about you ask your classmate tomorrow to see if he's willing to transfer this place to me?"
After that, the two laughed together. Song Shengsheng said, "If you ask this, it will probably scare Old Shen. He put a lot of thought into preparing this camp."
"My dear, what do you want to do in the future?"
Song Shengsheng stretched out his legs, placed his palms on his knees, touched his toes, and thought for a moment before saying, "I should continue my academic career. I want to be a respected scholar like my professor, teach many students, and restore the reputation of history."
"Good."
"What about you? Mr. Jiang, what award do you want to win next time?"
Jiang Yiyu lightly flicked off the ash from his cigarette: "I don't have any ideas. I don't really like being in the spotlight that much."
"Then go behind the scenes. I've seen many talented actors whose ultimate dream is to become directors, make great movies, and then step onto a bigger stage."
"I don't want to."
"Well... let's change it. Don't you like singing? Then why not become a singer, release your own album, and hold a concert? How about that? Can I become your VVIP?"
Jiang Yiyu looked at her smiling face and smiled too: "Haven't you always been my VVIP?"
"Then it's a deal! I want to sit in the best seat at your concert." She extended her hand to Jiang Yiyu, but when he took a long time to shake her hand, she gave him an urging look. Jiang Yiyu extinguished the cigarette in his hand and gently held her hand: "I'll sing for you alone."
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