Song Yutang glanced at him in the rearview mirror, and the light of the streetlight flashed across her profile. "Because your surname is Jiang. Your father and mother are from the Jiang Family, and so are you."
Jiang Siyu stopped saying anything and turned his face to the window.
A few days after that incident, Song Yutang received another call from the traffic police team.
Jiang Siyu was racing, ran a red light, and injured an old man riding an electric bicycle.
The good news is that the old man's life is not in danger. He has a fractured left leg and a slight concussion. He is lying in the hospital and is still conscious.
The bad news is that Jiang Siyu was driving under the influence, with a blood alcohol content that was nearly three times over the legal limit. After being taken to the traffic police team, he refused to cooperate with the investigation and kept pounding the table and yelling how much he would pay.
The policeman handling the case explained the situation, "This gentleman was very emotional. He kept saying that he wanted to pay as much as he wanted and refused to sign."
When Song Yutang rushed to the traffic police team, Jiang Siyu was sitting on a bench with one leg crossed over the other, his hands behind his head, and he confronted the police officer handling the case impatiently. "I told you, I'll pay you as much as you want. Can you just let my car go? I'm in a hurry."
Song Yutang didn't say anything. He walked over and raised his hand and slapped me in the face.
The crisp slap resounded throughout the corridor.
Several policemen nearby were stunned. Jiang Siyu was hit and turned his head away. He covered his face and was stunned for three seconds. Just when he was about to get angry, Song Yutang had neatly pulled off the gold chain as thick as his thumb from his neck.
The luxury watch on the wrist, the ring on the finger, and even the pair of limited-edition sunglasses in the pocket were all removed and placed on the desk of the police officer handling the case. "Are these enough to cover the medical expenses and car repair expenses?"
The policeman was confused by what she did. He looked down at the pile of luxury goods and nodded. "... That should be enough."
Song Yutang turned to look at Jiang Siyu: "You are an adult, and you are responsible for the troubles you cause. I will have the car taken to the parking lot designated by the traffic police team. I will pick up the fines and compensation when I pay them off. As for how you deal with it, don't expect me to clean up the mess for you."
Jiang Siyu opened and closed his mouth. He was mostly awake from the wine, and the red on his face gradually faded to white.
He looked at the pile of jewelry that had been pulled off, then at Song Yutang, his lips moved a few times, but he said nothing.
A drunk driver ran a red light and hit someone, and was eventually sentenced to fifteen days of administrative detention.
On the afternoon when Jiang Siyu was taken to the detention center, Song Yutang took a look at him.
She didn't say anything through the iron bars, she just pushed a document through the gap in the iron bars.
It was a freezing notice for all credit cards and bank cards in his name, written in black and white, and stamped with the official seal of the bank.
Jiang Siyu looked down and his face turned blue and white.
He wanted to say something, but Song Yutang had already stood up and left. His high heels stepped on the concrete floor, crisp and decisive.
Fifteen days later, Jiang Siyu was released from detention.
He had lost weight, a layer of green stubble appeared on his chin, and his whole body was dusty. The clothes he wore were still the same as the day he entered, wrinkled like pickles, and the collar of his shirt was shiny.
Holding back his anger, he rushed straight back to the Jiang Family manor to settle the score with Song Yutang, his footsteps making a thumping sound in the corridor.
As soon as I entered the living room, I saw three things neatly placed on the coffee table.
A brand new ID card, the information on the card has not changed, but the household registration column has been changed to Chen Siyu.
Next to it lay a brand new three hundred dollars.
At the bottom is a pair of construction site-specific labor protection gloves. They are made of thick cotton gauze, have anti-slip rubber particles on the palms, and have a brand-new rubber smell.
Song Yutang walked down the stairs, stood in front of him, and said in a calm tone, "Since you feel so sorry for the murderer of your parents and don't feel sorry for your parents, then you are forgetting your ancestors. Since you don't want to be Jiang Family, then don't do it I changed my surname to Chen and became the filial son and grandson of Chen Ruyin and Jiang Sichen. The three hundred yuan is Jiang Family's last gift of love, and I personally sponsor the gloves. You can go to the construction site to move bricks and barely make ends meet."
Jiang Siyu was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and the muscles on his face were twitching.
He crumpled the pieces of paper and smashed them on the ground, yelling at her with red eyes, "Song Yutang Why do you have the final say? It's not your turn to decide what my last name is. You unfreeze my card, that's my money, it was left to me by my parents..."
Song Yutang remained motionless and waited for him to finish yelling before speaking calmly, "What your parents left for you is for you to live well and be a good person. They are not for you to squander it to excuse the murderer. Since you can't control yourself, let life control you."
She raised her chin towards the door, and two bodyguards stepped forward, holding Jiang Siyu on the left and right, leaving him no room to struggle, and stuffed him into a black business car.
The car door slammed shut, Jiang Siyu's face was pressed against the car window glass, his mouth opened and closed and he cursed something, but the car had already started.
Drive all the way to the construction site on the outskirts of the city.
After the car stopped, the bodyguard threw him out and handed him a brand new helmet.
The yellow shell is dazzling in the sunlight.
Jiang Siyu stood on a dusty construction site, with gravel mixed with dry mud under his feet. In front of him was a rough building under construction. Scaffolding was densely erected, the mixer was rumbling, and the smell of cement dust and pig iron was floating in the air.
He was completely stunned and stood there holding on to the pair of gloves and helmet.
Before he could react, a foreman wearing a red safety helmet strode over and looked him up and down. "New here?"
Jiang Siyu swallowed and said in a weak voice, "I am a returnee who graduated from a prestigious foreign school. It is impossible for me to move bricks..."
The foreman sneered and swept his wrinkled clothes up and down, "Returnees from overseas? Returnees from overseas come to my place to move bricks? Brother, are you kidding me? Either do it or leave. But the ugly words are ahead. Without me, no one in Cloud City will dare to give you food."
Jiang Siyu was stunned, his pupils shrank. "You..."
The foreman grinned, showing his cigarette-stained teeth, which looked yellow and bright in the sunlight. "Miss Song told me. You work hard, food and accommodation are included, and your salary is paid monthly. If you don't work, you will be hungry. It's up to you."