"Not bad," Murong Cheng said, picking up his soy milk to drink.
So down-to-earth.
Jiang Shiyu didn't know this side of Murong Cheng.
Even as an illegitimate son, he was still a member of the Murong family.
Thinking of the eldest daughter, Rong Xue, Jiang Shiyu shivered and shook her head.
She couldn't believe that this brother and sister shared the same father.
Jiang Shiyu packed a breakfast to go. Murong Cheng didn't stop her. When she got into the car, Jiang Shiyu realized the smell of breakfast had filled the car. She quickly opened the window to ventilate.
By the time they returned to Jingyuan, the breakfast was still warm. Cheche had just woken up. Jiang Shiyu heated the breakfast and placed it in front of the little one.
Cheche held a steamed bun, which was larger than his small face. He took a big bite and chewed loudly in his mouth.
Even his eating posture was incredibly cute.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Jiang Shiyu walked over and opened the door. She thought it was Murong Cheng who had parked the car and come up. To her surprise, when she opened the door, a strange woman was standing there.
She looked to be around forty, but she was well-maintained. Her skin had almost no wrinkles, it was fair and radiant. She was wearing a qipao, and her figure hadn't changed at all. At first glance, she looked no older than thirty.
Jiang Shiyu was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "Hello, are you Murong Cheng's mother?"
Because Murong Cheng had mentioned his birth mother yesterday, Jiang Shiyu automatically mistook the woman in front of her for Murong Cheng's mother.
Song Yu's scrutinizing gaze fell on Jiang Shiyu. She sized Jiang Shiyu up from head to toe, from left to right, from front to back.
Jiang Shiyu frowned, "Is there something?"
It seemed she wasn't Murong Cheng's mother.
She couldn't believe Murong Cheng's mother would be such a sharp-tongued woman.
"Are you Murong Cheng's wife?" Song Yu's red lips moved.
Her voice had a feigned gentleness that made Jiang Shiyu uncomfortable.
"I am. Who are you?" Jiang Shiyu's tone became distant and indifferent.
"As you just said, I am Murong Cheng's mother. Although not his biological mother... Murong Cheng is truly willful, marrying without a word to his family and not bringing his wife home to meet us. I was really curious who she was, so I followed him to take a look. I hope Miss Gu doesn't mind my intrusion."
She even knew her name.
A chill ran through Jiang Shiyu. It seemed she had already investigated her and was now pretending to be curious.
Before Jiang Shiyu could say anything, Murong Cheng walked up from behind the woman.
Seeing that it was Song Yu, the man paused. His eyes darkened, and his expression instantly turned cold.
He strode forward and then stood in front of Jiang Shiyu.
It was a protective stance.
"Auntie, why did you come without calling first?"
"I didn't come specifically, I was just curious who my daughter-in-law was. Also, about the cooperation with the Murong family that I mentioned last time, please consider it again."
The statements were disconnected.
It was clear she was using Jiang Shiyu to threaten Murong Cheng.
Murong Cheng gripped the door handle, the veins on the back of his hand slightly bulging. "Auntie, aren't you a bit too eager? Coming over so early in the morning just to talk about these things? How can you not call first? How am I supposed to host you?" He deliberately avoided mentioning the cooperation with the Murong family.
Song Yu's purpose for coming this time was precisely about the cooperation with the Murong family.
Rong Xue hadn't been discharged from the hospital yet, and she cried every day. Song Yu felt heartbroken.
Murong Cheng was too shrewd. He had controlled the real power of Lingsheng over the years, and she had no say. The elder was in the hospital in a vegetative state. Now, only Murong Cheng could resolve this matter. Although she was very reluctant, Song Yu had no choice but to come to his door.
Murong Cheng remained unmoved. "I will discuss this matter with the board of directors."
Song Yu frowned. "You always say that. You could acquire Decheng, so why can't you cooperate with the Murong family? Is this matter really so difficult to handle?"
Because she was anxious, her tone became a little unsteady and louder.
Realizing her tone, Song Yu reined it in a bit. "Bring Miss Gu home for dinner tonight. After all, she's part of the Murong family now! The old man will surely be happy when he knows! I won't disturb you any longer. I'll be going now."
Song Yu knew Murong Cheng's temper well. Since Murong Cheng wouldn't budge, she could only...
Watching Song Yu's car disappear from sight, Murong Cheng grabbed Jiang Shiyu's shoulders and scanned her from head to toe.
Jiang Shiyu felt uncomfortable under his gaze and shrugged, "What's wrong?"
Fortunately, there were no injuries.
Murong Cheng closed the bedroom door and then pulled Jiang Shiyu into his arms.
The sudden embrace made Jiang Shiyu struggle to breathe. "What's wrong?"
It was so strange.
Murong Cheng seemed like a different person after seeing Song Yu.
It was as if he was afraid Song Yu would hurt her.
Song Yu seemed quite sharp-tongued, but she wouldn't resort to physical violence upon meeting her. Murong Cheng was too nervous.
"From now on, if you see her, run. Don't interact with her too much."
He knew exactly what kind of person Song Yu was.
He just hadn't expected Song Yu to follow the trail and find this place.
Although Jiang Shiyu didn't understand Murong Cheng's intentions, she nodded. "By the way, what do you mean by cooperating with the Murong family? Do you need to agree for them to cooperate with the Murong family?" Since Murong Cheng was Rong Xue's brother and the CEO of Lingsheng,
He would definitely want to persuade Murong Cheng to cooperate with the Murong family.
However, judging by his demeanor, this man also had a bad temper and wouldn't easily agree.
"I'll handle company matters. You don't need to worry."
Jiang Shiyu hummed. Before she could say anything else, she heard Cheche's childish voice, "Daddy, Mommy, what are you doing?"
Jiang Shiyu quickly pushed Murong Cheng away. "Baby, are you done eating?"
She walked towards Cheche.
"Wuwuwu, Mommy, you're not allowed to hug Daddy. I'm going to be jealous. Mommy can only hug me."
Cheche buried his face in Jiang Shiyu's arms, his sticky little hands placed on Jiang Shiyu's waist, rubbing and rubbing.
Murong Cheng's handsome face darkened. He strode over, picked Cheche up by the collar of his shirt, and pulled him out.
"Cheche is already five years old and should be in the advanced class of kindergarten. I'll take Cheche to kindergarten."
"Wah, no, no, no! Daddy is a bad guy. Daddy wants to hog Mommy. Daddy is too much!"
Cheche refused to go, crying and shouting, but Murong Cheng had clearly seen enough of Cheche's antics and remained expressionless.
"Sigh..." Jiang Shiyu wanted to stop him, but Murong Cheng was quick. He carried Cheche out the door as if he were carrying a chick.
Standing at the door, she helplessly watched the car drive away.
A helpless smile curved Jiang Shiyu's lips.
Although she was reluctant, it was good for Cheche to go to kindergarten. She could finally get some rest and sleep in.
Jiang Shiyu returned to the bedroom, threw herself onto the soft bed, and fell asleep.
Murong Cheng took Cheche to kindergarten and then went to the company for an hour or two. When he returned, he brought takeout. The living room was empty. He went upstairs and saw Jiang Shiyu sleeping in the bedroom. By the time Jiang Shiyu woke up, it was already afternoon, the sun was setting. She had a rare good sleep.