Cheche glared at Zhao Shuyao in annoyance, "This is my home, not yours! How can you be so shameless, acting like it's your own place!"
This woman was truly thick-skinned, utterly lacking in propriety and shame!
How could Mommy have such a friend!
Cheche disliked this woman. Although she was quite good-looking, she was like a madwoman!
Zhao Shuyao bared her pearly white teeth and smiled, "Your mommy is my bestie. Rounding up, you're my godson. Doesn't that make this my home too? Why should I be polite? You're the one who should be polite."
Cheche had never met such an unashamed woman.
The aunt was cooking in the kitchen. By the time Jiang Shiyu finished her tasks, the aunt had just served the dishes. The few of them had barely sat down when the door chimed and was pushed open.
As Murong Cheng opened the door, he smelled the aroma of the food.
"Daddy!"
Cheche, as if he had found a lifeline, rushed into the man's embrace and hugged his legs.
"You're finally back, Cheche missed Daddy so much!"
This little fellow was actually clinging to him for the first time.
He was usually afraid of him, rarely, if ever, showing such enthusiasm. Had the sun risen from the west today?
Murong Cheng glanced towards the dining area and saw an extra person, his brow slightly furrowed.
"You're back. Let me introduce you, this is my friend, Zhao Shuyao, who has been living abroad..."
Jiang Shiyu put down her phone and stood up to introduce them.
"Zhao Shuyao, this is my husband, Murong Cheng..."
Murong Cheng?!
Zhao Shuyao's face instantly turned ashen, as if it had been dusted with powder.
Wasn't this the man who had spent a night with Shiyu five years ago...
After Shiyu gave birth to the twins, she had suffered severe bleeding, leading to amnesia, making her forget that regrettable memory.
But she had always stayed by Shiyu's side.
After Shiyu lost her memory, she hadn't told her about what happened five years ago.
Perhaps forgetting was the best choice for Shiyu.
However, Zhao Shuyao could never have imagined that this man was actually Shiyu's husband!
What kind of destiny was this?!
This was preposterous!
Zhao Shuyao was so shocked she couldn't speak.
Jiang Shiyu thought Zhao Shuyao was shocked by Murong Cheng's good looks. She waved her hand in front of Zhao Shuyao, "What's wrong, Yaoyao?"
"Um... I'll head to the hotel first. If I'm late, I'm afraid there won't be any rooms. Shiyu, my darling, I'm leaving now! Enjoy your meal! Mwah!"
Zhao Shuyao hugged Jiang Shiyu, kissed her on the cheek in front of Murong Cheng and Cheche, then grabbed her suitcase and walked out.
She didn't give Jiang Shiyu a chance to speak.
Strange, why was this woman in such a hurry?
Jiang Shiyu frowned but didn't think much of it, letting Zhao Shuyao go.
"Don't mind her, the ugly woman. It's best she's gone, hmph!"
Cheche pouted, his expression proud.
Jiang Shiyu sat down and then realized that the Murong family owned hotels. Why was Zhao Shuyao in such a hurry to leave?
Especially after seeing Murong Cheng...
Could it be that she had met Murong Cheng somewhere before?
Jiang Shiyu picked up her rice bowl, took some food, and chewed the food in her mouth.
A bold idea sprouted in her mind.
Could it be that Zhao Shuyao was Cheche's mother!
Jiang Shiyu glanced at Cheche beside her and observed him carefully.
Her gaze traced, recalled, and pondered over Cheche's face.
He didn't resemble Zhao Shuyao at all.
Zhao Shuyao was so flamboyant and beautiful. If she had children, even if they didn't inherit her looks, they would have inherited something. But Cheche... he didn't look like Zhao Shuyao's biological child at all.
Then why was this little girl so nervous and fleeing as if escaping?
Jiang Shiyu was utterly perplexed.
"Mommy, what are you thinking about? You're not even eating!"
Cheche noticed Jiang Shiyu looking at him, his bright, watery eyes widening as he looked at his mommy in confusion.
Jiang Shiyu withdrew her gaze and swallowed the food.
She then turned her attention to the man sitting opposite her.
The man's slender fingers held chopsticks, and his movements while eating were refined and elegant.
"Daddy, Mommy is a bit strange today!"
Cheche held the spoon in his mouth, looking at his mommy with an observant gaze.
Mommy was inexplicably strange today.
Jiang Shiyu chuckled, "The dishes seem too sweet today. Is the aunt local to Haicheng?"
"If you don't like sweet flavors, I'll find a different aunt tomorrow," Murong Cheng placed a chopstickful of food into Jiang Shiyu's bowl.
It was Jiang Shiyu's favorite blanched choi sum, with the garlic paste deliberately removed.
The taste was fresh and delicious, sweet and crisp. Few people could cook choi sum so perfectly.
"No need to change, it's just a bit sweet. Just ask the aunt to use less sugar."
Jiang Shiyu had little appetite and got off the table after eating one bowl of rice.
She had wanted to ask Murong Cheng about Cheche's mother.
However, since the man had said that Cheche was sent to him via express delivery, Murong Cheng himself must not know who that woman was.
If she asked directly, she probably wouldn't get anything.
Fortunately, Zhao Shuyao was a homebody. Jiang Shiyu had been busy with work these past few days and couldn't spare the time, so Zhao Shuyao had spent a few days lounging in the hotel.
In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday, and the wedding banquet of Su Jiamu and Murong Xue was that evening.
It was already known throughout the city before it even began. Everyone knew that the Murong family's eldest daughter, Murong Xue, was holding a wedding of the century, and various media outlets were vying to report on it.
Jiang Shiyu woke up that morning feeling uneasy, her heart fluttering.
After gulping down some water, her heartbeat calmed down slightly.
While driving, her right eyelid kept twitching.
As soon as Zhao Shuyao got into the car, she launched into her talkative mode, "Su Jiamu, that scumbag, still dares to hold a wedding? What shamelessness! Unheard of, never seen before! I'm going to the wedding banquet tonight too. I want to disgust this pair of dogs and bitches..."
Zhao Shuyao and Su Jiamu had met and eaten together more than once, introduced by Jiang Shiyu.
"Damn it, back then I thought Su Jiamu was gentle and refined, and I thought he was a decent person. Who knew he was such a dog-like scumbag..."
Zhao Shuyao became more and more indignant the more she thought about it.
If she had known Su Jiamu was this kind of person, she would have insisted on persuading Jiang Shiyu to break up with Su Jiamu, even if it meant dragging her.
Jiang Shiyu steered the steering wheel and drove onto the elevated highway.
"Speaking of which, it's strange. Su Jiamu is very different from Ruofeng in my memory. His handwriting is the same, but he's completely different from the man in the letters..."
Jiang Shiyu was starting to wonder.
Had she mistaken the person from the very beginning?
But if she had mistaken the person, then why was he exactly the same?
The car stopped at New World.
Zhao Shuyao had lived abroad for a long time and it was her first time at New World. "I didn't expect China to have developed so well now. This mall is even more magnificent than those abroad."
New World was also an industry under the Murong family.