Although not as formidable as Ling Sheng, he was still a top-tier tycoon in a place as valuable as Hai City.
Fang Yuan, a daughter of a prominent family, was a perfect match for Murong Cheng.
It was only a matter of time before she secured Murong Cheng.
Jiang Shiyu!
Let's see how arrogant you can be then!
Jiang Yurou thought of the humiliation, and resentment spread layer by layer into her heart.
Bitch, just you wait!
Jiang Shiyu sneezed and rubbed the goosebumps on her arm.
Xiao Hong handed her a scarf, "Caught a cold? You don't seem to be in a good mood today, are you feeling sick? Why didn't Mr. Murong send you medicine? He's so incompetent!"
Mentioning Murong Cheng, a wave of disappointment washed over Jiang Shiyu.
Taking the scarf Xiao Hong offered, she wrapped it around herself. Jiang Shiyu picked up her phone, then put it down a few seconds later.
After a few back-and-forths, Xiao Hong couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Did you have a fight?"
"Is it that obvious?" Jiang Shiyu gave a bitter smile.
"Mr. Murong is moody, but he rarely gets angry. I heard from the manager today that he wasn't in a good mood, and seeing you like this, I guessed it."
Xiao Hong leaned in, her face full of gossip, "Did you have a fight? Was it because..."
Jiang Shiyu's face flushed, "What nonsense are you talking about..."
"Hehe, the CEO looks so chaste, but is he also... in private? He must be quite potent, after all, he hasn't had a woman for many years, and you're his only one."
His only one?
Che Che's mother was still missing.
If Che Che's mother returned one day, where would she be placed?
Jiang Shiyu sighed.
"Lovers' quarrels are easily resolved. It seems the CEO loves you quite a bit. You should just talk things through properly..."
After Xiao Hong's patient persuasion for a long time, Jiang Shiyu felt a little better. She picked up her phone and walked towards the elevator.
Murong Cheng's office was on the top floor.
An Yan saw Jiang Shiyu arrive and abruptly stood up, her expression clearly flustered, "Young Madam, why are you here? I'll inform the CEO in a moment."
Jiang Shiyu frowned and stopped An Yan, "No need, I'll knock myself."
An Yan looked embarrassed, "Let me do it. It wouldn't be good if there was another misunderstanding..."
Before An Yan could finish, Jiang Shiyu bypassed her and walked directly to the door. She raised her hand, intending to knock, but recalling An Yan's expression, she felt something was amiss and pushed the office door open directly.
The heavy wooden door opened slowly.
The office was spacious, over a hundred square meters. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was Hai City's most expensive district, and even the sunlight seemed more dazzling than elsewhere.
Jiang Shiyu saw the man and woman almost at a glance.
From this angle, the man had the woman pinned against the desk, her hands held above her head in an extremely intimate pose.
Hearing the movement, both of them looked over.
"Shiyu..."
The man's face paled slightly, and he released his grip.
The moment Murong Cheng let go, Fang Yuan gasped for air.
She had almost been choked to death by Murong Cheng.
If Jiang Shiyu hadn't barged in.
She believed the man could have truly killed her!
Fang Yuan turned her gaze to Jiang Shiyu standing at the doorway.
With just one look, Fang Yuan knew that Jiang Shiyu had misunderstood something.
But the next second, she stood up and clung to Murong Cheng, "What's wrong? You weren't like this to me just now..."
Fang Yuan's words were not finished before Jiang Shiyu turned and left.
Fang Yuan was roughly pushed to the ground by a tremendous force.
Her hands braced the ground as she fell squarely onto the cold marble floor.
Her spine felt like it was about to crack.
The pain almost brought tears to her eyes.
But the man didn't even glance at her, only chasing after Jiang Shiyu.
Fang Yuan sat on the cold marble floor, large tears rolling down her cheeks.
Hot teardrops dripped onto the cold floor.
What should she do...
"Wife, listen to me, I can explain..."
Her arm was grabbed by the man, and Jiang Shiyu was pressed against the wall. The back of her head almost hit the wall, but the man shielded it with his other hand. With a thud, Jiang Shiyu felt no pain at all.
"Let go!"
She shook her arm, trying to break free from the man's grip.
But the man's strength was immense, and she couldn't break free.
Afraid of hurting her, Murong Cheng was controlling his strength, "Listen to me, what you saw just now wasn't real!"
"Not real?!"
Jiang Shiyu felt like the grassland on her head was about to catch fire.
She hated betrayal the most!
"You and Fang Yuan are well-matched, which is indeed good, but you can't do this behind my back. You could have just divorced me and then pursued Fang Yuan!"
Jiang Shiyu's eyes reddened uncontrollably.
"You... you're jealous?"
Murong Cheng suddenly calmed down. He looked quietly at the tears falling from Jiang Shiyu's eyes, raised his hand, and wiped away a crystal tear with the pad of his thumb.
Jiang Shiyu was pulled into his embrace. He held her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.
"Bastard..."
Jiang Shiyu wanted to curse, but her stomach rumbled uncontrollably.
"Grumble..."
"Hungry?" The man's deep laugh echoed from above.
Jiang Shiyu blushed and entered the elevator, "Let's go eat!"
As the elevator slowly descended, Fang Yuan stumbled out of the office, her eyes vacant.
An Yan sighed, standing aside and not daring to make a sound.
Fang Yuan watched the elevator numbers decrease one by one. When they finally reached one, she raised her hand and pressed the elevator button.
When Fang Yuan returned to the office area, as the elevator door opened, a woman was standing outside.
"So, have you reconsidered what I told you?"
Tonight was Rong Xue and Mu Rufeng's engagement banquet.
The wedding was next week, and the engagement banquet was just a formality.
Even so, it was held at Ling Sheng's most luxurious five-star hotel.
When Jiang Shiyu arrived, the banquet had already begun.
Countless luxury cars were parked outside the hotel, and the hotel was filled with socialites, with clinking glasses and lively conversations.
Guests in elegant attire chatted and laughed.
As Jiang Shiyu entered, she saw the perfect couple on a small stage.
Despite being heavily pregnant, Rong Xue was fair-skinned and beautiful, wearing a custom-made gown. She was radiant and smiling like a flower.
Standing beside Mu Rufeng, they made a striking pair.
Jiang Shiyu felt a pang.
Five years had passed, and it was untrue to say there were no feelings.
The man seemed to instantly sense Jiang Shiyu's abnormality.
He lowered his gaze and looked at her deeply.
Jiang Shiyu pursed her lips, trying to hide her emotions.
But the man captured them precisely and without omission.
"Do you still have feelings for Su Jiamu?"
The man's tone was dark and chilling.
"I'm merely lamenting the feelings I once invested."
Five years ago, her mother's death had been a huge blow to her.