"What were you thinking today? Why did you wear that ugly scarf during the photo shoot? It's a good thing the stylist agreed to it. It's outrageous."
Jiang Yiyu took a tissue and wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth. "Who said that scarf is ugly? I don't think so at all. Did Xiao Chen tip you off again today?"
"He just sent me a photo and didn't say anything."
Jiang Yiyu picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of vegetable and put it in his mouth. He smiled and said, "After looking at the photo, you only noticed the scarf?"
"What else? Aren't you as handsome as ever? Do you really need me to praise you in private?"
"It's not impossible, but you can zoom in and take a closer look."
Song Shengsheng bit into a fork, opened the photo album on her phone, clicked on the photo, zoomed in and out, and looked at it from top to bottom several times. "Nothing special about it. The style is also very standard, all black with a red wool scarf. Could it be that you wanted to notice that you didn't wear anything underneath? You've been working out recently and the results are obvious. Your abs are very nice."
"Look up, who told you to look at your abs?"
Song Shengsheng smiled sheepishly, zoomed in on his chest, and saw a butterfly half-hidden by his suit lapel: "When did you get a tattoo? Why didn't you ask me to join you?"
Jiang Yiyu snorted: "Shouldn't you reflect on why you didn't notice my new tattoo when I lay next to you every day?"
Song Shengsheng was speechless for a moment. She looked up at Jiang Yiyu and smiled awkwardly: "Well... well, you've been wearing pajamas obediently lately, so I don't have much chance to see you. Besides, I've been busy with the renovation of Mingyuan recently, and my studies have indeed been a bit more busy. You've also been working out, right? You're not always at home..."
"What other reasons?"
"What other reason is there? It's just... I did neglect you a bit. Your tattoo is healed, right? Does it hurt?"
Jiang Yiyu put down his chopsticks, picked up the cup, looked at her and drank a sip of water: "You got better a little too quickly, I didn't have time to make you feel sad."
"It healed pretty quickly." Song Shengsheng put the phone upside down on the table again and ate small bites of cake with a fork. "Didn't we agree to get a tattoo together? Why didn't you take me with you?"
"I don't want to leave these things on you."
"Why?"
"No reason. I hope you want a tattoo because you want to, not because of me."
"This...isn't there a conflict? I like you, so I got the same tattoo as you. I like this tattoo too." Song Shengsheng blinked. "Or, you don't want me to leave your mark on my body, is that right?"
Jiang Yiyu put down the cup and hummed nonchalantly. He avoided Song Shengsheng's disappointed look and said, "Don't you want to see my new tattoo?"
"I don't want to. Whoever wants to see it can see it. You've kept it hidden for so long without telling me, which shows you can hold it in. Then hide it forever and never show it to me." Song Shengsheng thrust her fork into the cake. She stood up and took off her apron. "Eat it yourself. I still have some literature to read, so I won't talk to you anymore."
"Good boy, are you angry?"
"It's so obvious, why are you asking?"
Song Shengsheng paused and turned to look at him: "Jiang Yiyu, it seems that you don't even consider me as a family member who will spend the rest of your life with you. What am I in your eyes? A playmate? A friend? Or what? My brother knows more about you than I do. Even the staff around you know more than I do. You always blame me for not caring about you a little more, but what about you? How much do you care about me? You know how much I want to get a tattoo with you. This is the first thing we are going to do together in the true sense. But even if you don't want me to get a tattoo, why don't you tell me? Why didn't you say anything and just went by yourself?"
"I wanted to give you a surprise."
"It's a surprise now, but I can't be happy." Song Shengsheng's voice was a little choked. She turned her head and rubbed her eyes with her hand: "If you don't want a tattoo, then don't. I'm afraid of pain anyway."
After saying that, she clenched her hands and walked towards the study.
Jiang Yiyu looked at her taking two bites of the cake on the table, then raised his hand and rubbed his face in regret and annoyance.
In the study, Song Shengsheng sat at the desk, feeling aggrieved. Jiang Yiyu's indifferent words kept replaying in his mind: "I hope you want a tattoo because you want to, not because of me."
So in the final analysis, he had no idea that they would spend their whole lives together. Or rather, she gave him her sincerity, he saw it, accepted it, but didn't believe it. He even now feels that she was ultimately a delusion that he got because of his greed.
Song Shengsheng didn't know if she had over-understood Jiang Yiyu's meaning, but from the time they got married until now, he had never discussed many things with her. Everything happened, started, and ended before he gave a brief and concise explanation of the cause and effect, and that was it.
He didn't tell her anything about the tattoo, the injury, the contact with Jin Beisheng, or even the information about his family affairs released to the media.
Every time she heard Song Ming talk about the development of the feud between Jiang Yiyu and Jiang Yuan, Song Ming always asked what Jiang Yiyu was thinking. Song Shengsheng didn't know how to answer. She could only say that he had his own ideas and let him be. She was too lazy to worry about it.
But she was not too lazy to worry, there was nothing to worry about at all, because he didn't say anything. Even after leaving the Jiang family last time, Jiang Yiyu didn't mention what Jiang Yuan and Zhao Rong did.
When she asked, he just evaded the question and changed the subject, not giving her a chance to ask more questions.
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