Otherwise, she wouldn't have been cheated on for half a year, only to find out when the mistress showed up at her door!
Wait...
"So, you're saying Murong Xue's brother?"
Jiang Shiyu was stunned.
Murong Cheng nodded. "Mm."
He lowered his gaze, observing Jiang Shiyu's expression, then raised his hand and tilted her chin back up.
"You..." Jiang Shiyu instantly regretted it.
She had been harmed by Murong Xue and then married her brother. Was she falling into the hands of the Murong family?
"Can I still break off the engagement?" Jiang Shiyu mustered up her courage to ask.
"You dare?" Murong Cheng raised an eyebrow.
Jiang Shiyu swallowed hard. "No..."
Murong Cheng chuckled softly. "With me here, no one will bully you."
He pulled Jiang Shiyu into his arms again.
The man's strength was immense, and Jiang Shiyu felt like she was suffocating.
He seemed to want to meld her into his very being.
"I won't lose you again..."
The man murmured.
Jiang Shiyu didn't quite catch what he was muttering. She was too exhausted and fell into a deep sleep once more.
Having skipped work yesterday, Jiang Shiyu nervously got out of the car the next day, looking up at the towering skyscraper with mixed emotions.
Fang Yuan's ultimate crush, the absolute male god she had always pursued, was actually her newlywed husband, Murong Cheng.
How was she supposed to face Fang Yuan?
In the half month since she joined the company, Fang Yuan had been very good to her. In Fang Yuan's eyes, she must think Jiang Shiyu was toying with her.
Jiang Shiyu took a deep breath, reassuring herself internally before walking into Lingsheng.
"Greetings, Madam President..."
As soon as she entered, her colleagues greeted her in unison.
Jiang Shiyu was flattered and responded with an awkward smile, "Hello everyone..."
Anxiously returning to her office, Jiang Shiyu tried to be invisible. To her surprise, her sharp-eyed colleagues spotted her and all stood up to greet her enthusiastically.
"Greetings, Madam President!"
Their loud greetings echoed.
Jiang Shiyu's head was spinning. Overnight, everyone's attitude had become exceptionally warm.
"Madam President is truly virtuous. Even though she's married to the President, she still comes out to work and experience life."
"No wonder Xia Xia is so beautiful, fair-skinned, and as delicate as jade. It turns out she's the President's wife!"
Jiang Shiyu found it hard to adapt and retreated to the pantry, letting out a sigh of relief.
Before she could catch her breath, her phone vibrated.
It was Jiang Dehai's call.
What did he want?
Jiang Shiyu frowned but answered, "What is it?" irritably.
"Xia Xia... I'm your father! You child, why didn't you say so earlier? If I had known Murong Cheng was our son-in-law, your father wouldn't have misunderstood you like this... I'll make a table full of dishes tonight with your aunt. Bring Mr. Murong back for dinner!"
Jiang Shiyu just wanted to laugh. He was calling himself father now, but who was the one who had smashed a hole in her forehead that night?
"I don't have time!"
Jiang Shiyu flatly refused and hung up the phone.
She thought it was over, but then she saw Jiang Yurou and cursed her bad luck.
"Sister, I misunderstood you. It turns out it wasn't a wild man. Sister, you are magnanimous, please don't hold it against your little sister. Father made dishes tonight and invited you back for dinner. I hope Sister can grace us with your presence. Father seems to have Grandpa's will. If Father is happy, he might give it to you..."
Mentioning the will, Jiang Shiyu's heartstrings twitched slightly.
She was very young when her grandfather died.
She vaguely remembered that on the day her grandfather passed away, only Jiang Dehai was by his side.
After Jiang Dehai came out of his grandfather's study, the grandfather was discovered by a servant to have passed away.
There was a high probability that the will was in Jiang Dehai's possession.
Besides the will, there should also be a letter. Jiang Shiyu not only wanted to know who her grandfather left his fortune to, but also wanted to see what her grandfather had written during his lifetime.
Jiang Shiyu's slightly cold gaze fell on Jiang Yurou. "What time?"
At the end of work, Murong Cheng came to pick her up as usual.
Jiang Shiyu saw a very eye-catching stretch limousine. She knew without guessing it must be Murong Cheng's car.
He changed cars every three days, never repeating.
Jiang Shiyu stood outside the car window, and before getting in, she said, "Let's go to the Gu family for dinner later."
"Oh? Why are you in the mood to have dinner at the Gu family's? Want to poison them?"
As the sun set, Murong Cheng sat in the back seat. The dim light cut his figure in half, casting him in and out of shadow. The man sat lazily in a comfortable posture inside the carriage, his chiseled face resembling a demon.
He was truly cunning.
Jiang Shiyu thought, "I have the desire but not the courage."
She got into the car. Because the back seat was spacious, the two sat with a little distance between them. The man casually pulled her into his arms without explanation. Before Jiang Shiyu could say anything, she was already held in his embrace.
She bent her knees and sat on his lap.
Although the carriage was spacious, Jiang Shiyu felt like she couldn't breathe.
"Don't do this, the driver is here."
"Mm, I'm the driver too. Xia Xia, little one, are you buckled up?"
The man's deep, alluring, and husky voice.
"If you don't let me down, how can I buckle my seatbelt!" Jiang Shiyu's face turned red, and she wanted to get down.
The man opened his arms, encircling her. His two long arms were like seatbelt straps, firmly restraining her.
"The seatbelt is already fastened."
"You pervert!" Jiang Shiyu's face was crimson. She tried to push the man away but couldn't move at all. She had to give up. "What are you doing? I don't care about my reputation, but you should! The driver is in the car, don't make any rash moves on me!"
"If you keep struggling, I can't guarantee anything."
The man chuckled.
Jiang Shiyu immediately stopped struggling.
She rested her head on the man's shoulder, wanting to cry but having no tears. "Why are you like this?"
Murong Cheng laughed. "What's wrong with me? Why are you crying? Others might think I was too rough."
Jiang Shiyu sniffled. She endured it for the sake of dinner. "Driver, drive to Yun Jing Road!"
She stated the address of the Gu residence.
Then she turned to look at Murong Cheng. "Accompany me home for dinner."
"Mm." The man merely grunted from his throat, then raised his hand and used his fingertip to caress the faint scar on Jiang Shiyu's forehead.
It was hidden by her bangs, but if she pushed them aside, the wound, like a centipede's track, was still visible and hadn't been stitched yet.
"Don't worry, I'm not prone to scarring." Jiang Shiyu thought Murong Cheng was worried she would be disfigured. "When I was little, I was good at climbing trees and catching fish. I fell and hit my head countless times, but I was always fine and never left scars."
"I know."
"You know again?" Jiang Shiyu was puzzled.
How did this man seem to know so much about her?
It was strange, but ever since they met, this man seemed to know her inside and out. He not only knew what she liked to eat but also what she disliked.
If it were just a coincidence, it would be too much of a coincidence.