Chapter 252

Jiang Family's old residence.

Jiang Ye Ye was sitting in the courtyard, slowly pouring tea into a cup.

Hearing the commotion outside the gate, he looked up and saw Song Huai, Song Yusui, and Lu Yuchu standing side by side at the doorway.

He was momentarily stunned, then set down the teapot, his face showing a mix of surprise and delight.

"Hey, how did you all come?" Jiang Ye Ye quickly stood up, smiling and waving at the three, "Come in, come in, why didn't you give any notice beforehand? What's going on?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over their faces, adding a touch of concern.

Song Huai's expression was calm, with a faint hint of gloom between his brows.

Song Yusui put aside his usual frivolous demeanor, unusually dressed in formal attire, his expression solemn.

Lu Yuchu also wore a crisp suit, less of the stage's flamboyance in his brows and eyes, and more gravity.

Jiang Ye Ye's heart stirred slightly; these three must have something on their minds.

The smile on his face grew a bit more concerned.

For a moment, no one spoke.

The Butler quietly stepped back.

Jiang Ye Ye reached out and patted Song Huai on the shoulder, "Little Huai, are you facing some trouble? If you have something to say, let's go inside and talk; it's windy out here."

Song Huai nodded slightly upon hearing this, a faint smile tugging at his lips, though it didn't reach his eyes, and spoke respectfully: "Uncle Jiang, sorry to bother you. We have something we'd like to ask you about, and… we also wanted to catch up."

"Catching up sounds good," Jiang Ye Ye replied with a smile, his gaze sweeping over Song Yusui, "Yusui, you haven't come in a long time; the last time I saw you was… well, the last time!"

"And Chu Chu, you kid, always running off, never thinking to come back and see us old folks."

Song Yusui unusually spoke seriously: "Jiang Ye Ye, don't busy yourself; we're just here to sit and casually ask you a few things."

Lu Yuchu politely smiled and said, "Jiang Ye Ye, long time no see; this isn't a special trip just to see you, is it?"

Seeing this, Jiang Ye Ye's doubts grew stronger.

It's definitely impossible that they came specially to see him.

He knows well that many people don't want to see his precious grandson.

Jiang Ye Ye didn't ask further, but enthusiastically led the three indoors, "Alright, alright, let's go inside; I just made some soup, perfect timing for you to try it!"

He turned and instructed the servant who had come running at the sound: "Quickly go fetch it from the kitchen!"

He knew these three didn't like tea, so he didn't serve any.

The servant complied and left.

Jiang Sichen, who had finally gotten a break and thought he could play on his phone for half a day, saw the few people's faces stiffen.

Could they have come to find her mentally challenged father?

However, her father and her useless brother have been locked up in the ancestral hall, and they normally can't even leave the gate.

Even if they were looking for someone, they shouldn't have come here, right?

Could it be for her mother?

She was still worried about being implicated, not even noticing that her game character had died.

Then Jiang Ye Ye's voice came: "Sichen, go back to your own room."

"Understood, Grandfather." Jiang Sichen, feeling pardoned, ran back to his room, not forgetting to close the door.

Jiang Ye Ye's gaze swept over the faces of Song Huai and the others, a gentle smile of an elder looking at juniors in his eyes, "Speak up, what's happened? You all look so serious."

Song Huai's tone was subdued: "Uncle Jiang, we want to ask you about something from twenty years ago."

"Twenty years ago?" Jiang Ye Ye blinked, his brows slightly furrowed, he thought for a moment before slowly saying, "Twenty years ago… Ah Su had just joined the Jiang clan a few years prior, you had only just taken charge, and I spent my days lounging in this courtyard drinking tea and raising dogs—what could have happened?"

His tone carried a hint of bewilderment, clearly knowing nothing of the past turmoil.

Over the years he has retreated behind the scenes, not concerning himself with worldly affairs, merely holding the title of chairman, occasionally visiting the company to see old friends.

All internal and external affairs of the Jiang Family are handled by Jiang Su; those shady matters never reach his ears.

Seeing Jiang Ye Ye's puzzled expression, Song Yusui felt half of his inner gloom dissipate.

He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice: "Jiang Ye Ye, do you still remember me and… Chu Bao's mother?"

"Qianqian?" Jiang Ye Ye's eyes lit up, a look of remembrance on his face, "How could I forget? Back then she and your father were a talented couple, the envy of many."

"And your aunt, her relationship with her back then was extremely close."

Speaking of the departed, Jiang Ye Ye's tongue loosened: "Back then your aunt hadn't yet gone out with your uncle; they often came to play in my courtyard, causing that little brat Lin Tingsong to constantly run over here, claiming he came to seek your mother's advice! If Qianqian's Art School…"

His voice gradually faded, he sighed, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes, "Alas, what a pity, heaven begrudges beauty; she was only in her twenties, and then…"

Back then, everyone thought Song Huai would collapse.

A young man who had just taken over the family business and was a love‑brain, suddenly losing his beloved—no one could bear it.

Song's grandmother felt pity for her son, and therefore specially took action, suppressing those restless branches of the Song Family.

Unexpectedly, Song Huai managed to hold on, raising Song Yusui and Lu Yuchu all by himself.

Song Yusui started a business upon reaching adulthood, and his company achieved modest success.

Lu Yuchu debuted as a singer, and in that peak year he switched to the film and television industry, becoming an idol chased by countless people.

Song Huai himself managed the Song Family in orderly fashion, thriving day by day.

Jiang Ye Ye sighed, "Little Huai, just coming out is enough…"

Song Huai fell silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head, "We just suddenly thought of Qianqian and came to catch up with Uncle Jiang."

Song Yusui understood why his father hadn't spelled it out.

Jiang Ye Ye has led a clean life all his days; he shouldn't be troubled by those dirty past affairs in his twilight years.

Lu Yuchu took up the conversation: "Jiang Ye Ye, speaking of the Jiang Family's affairs, we want to ask, how is Jiang Huan now? Where is he?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye Ye's smile faded a bit.

He lifted his teacup, took a sip, then slowly said, "That unfilial son—I've locked him in the ancestral hall."

When Jiang Huan was brought up, Jiang Ye Ye's tone was full of disappointment: "What he did has completely lost face for the Jiang Family."

Song Huai looked up: "Uncle Jiang, we heard that before, in the Business Competition, he wanted to harm Youbao."

This is what Mu Xin said to him last time.

As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the living room instantly froze.

Song Yusui and Lu Yuchu's expressions both sank.

They only knew that Jiang Huan used to target the Song Family, but they never imagined he would actually set his sights on Youbao!

Jiang Ye Ye hadn't figured it out yet when Song Huai asked next: "Did Cheng Siqing take part?"

This is an internal matter of the Jiang Family; even if he wanted to investigate, he couldn't find anything.

Last time I forgot to ask Jiang Liangjin.

Asking Mu Youyu would definitely not work; she is simple-minded and wouldn't think of such things.

Others also protect her, so they wouldn't tell her such dirty matters.

Jiang Ye Ye shook his head: "No, she hasn't; lately she's just been going out shopping with her girlfriends."

Speaking of which, those few small moves of Jiang Huan were first noticed by her, and she reported them to me several times...

Song Yusui patiently waited for him to finish, then asked the key point: "Is Aunt Cheng at home?"

Song Huai was also waiting for an answer.

Jiang Ye Ye: "What's this? She's still out shopping."

Lu Yuchu's smile didn't change: "Jiang Ye Ye, we want to see Aunt Cheng; if she's not here, we..."

The two words "wait a moment" hadn't even been finished when a gentle female voice came from the living room doorway: "You're looking for me?"

Everyone followed the sound and saw Cheng Siqing standing at the doorway, wearing a white long dress, her black curly hair loosely pinned up, her makeup refined yet not showy, her demeanor gentle.

Her gaze passed over Song Huai and Song Yusui, landing directly on Lu Yuchu's face.