Su Jiamu was stunned.
In just a week, she seemed to have become a different person.
Su Jiamu released Jiang Shiyu's hand.
Jiang Shiyu rubbed her wrist forcefully, as if something dirty had gotten on it.
"I only came to see Murong Xue. Whether I pushed her or not, you can check the surveillance yourself. I'm not so insane as to be jealous of a mistress!"
Jiang Shiyu's chest heaved with anger.
Su Jiamu stared intently at Jiang Shiyu. After a few seconds, he seemed to deflate like a balloon and lowered his head.
Even without speaking, one could feel Su Jiamu's dejection.
Jiang Shiyu took a deep breath and looked towards the window. Murong Xue was in the ICU. She seemed to have recovered, her belly still distended, suggesting the child was fine.
"I have to go to work. As long as she's okay, I'll leave now."
"Wait..."
Without giving Su Jiamu a chance to stop her, Jiang Shiyu strode away. On the way back, looking at her wrist reddened by Su Jiamu's grip, a chill spread through Jiang Shiyu's heart.
By the time she got off work, the redness and swelling on her face had subsided considerably. But the moment she got into the car, Murong Cheng noticed, his brow furrowing deeply.
As the man stared at her cheek, Jiang Shiyu knew Murong Cheng had seen it. She immediately covered her face guiltily, "I was napping at my desk at noon, and I must have pressed too hard, that's why it's red."
Murong Cheng laughed in anger, "Do you take me for a fool?"
He was in his top-floor office and had seen everything clearly on the surveillance monitors!
Jiang Shiyu swallowed. "I'm fine."
What good would it do to tell Murong Cheng? Murong Xue was a young lady of the Murong family, after all. Murong Cheng was just a driver. Would he really go to Murong Xue to settle the score for her? She was afraid Murong Cheng would be beaten up.
"Dinner first, then we'll settle this."
Murong Cheng's expression was gloomy. He took her to Cui Jing Xuan for dinner and drove her back to Jing Yuan before leaving, not saying where he was going.
Late at night, at the hospital.
Su Jiamu had stayed by Murong Xue's bedside for a long time. He returned to the Murong family's residence around seven o'clock.
When Murong Cheng arrived, a middle-aged woman in a qipao, with a dignified and elegant demeanor, was guarding Murong Xue's bedside.
Murong Cheng pushed open the door. Upon seeing Song Yu, his already gloomy face darkened further.
Song Yu raised her eyelids at the sound. She had initially thought it was a nurse, but when Murong Cheng's figure reflected in her eyes, Song Yu's eyes widened slightly, and then her brow furrowed, "Why are you here?"
Murong Cheng and Murong Xue were not close. Why would he suddenly come to visit Murong Xue?
"Good evening." Murong Cheng offered a perfunctory greeting and then looked at Murong Xue on the bed.
Even though she didn't like him, Song Yu forced a smile, "Good evening. It's been half a month. Ah Jing must be exhausted from work."
"I'm alright," Murong Cheng replied dismissively.
He didn't even bother to use his voice.
Murong Xue had woken up. She lay weakly in the bed, listless. Seeing Murong Cheng arrive, a flicker of joy appeared on her face.
"Brother..."
She spoke with a trembling voice.
"Consider the cooperation with the Murong family again."
Murong Cheng stood by the bedside, unmoving.
It was as if he hadn't heard Murong Xue's plea.
Song Yu, however, looked over, "What's wrong with the Su family? Aren't you just engaged to the Su family?"
Upon hearing this, Murong Xue couldn't help but shed tears, "The Su family is facing an economic crisis and needs money. Brother has been reluctant to cooperate with the Murong family, and Jiamu wants to break off our engagement. Mom, I love Jiamu, I can't live without Jiamu!"
As long as Murong Cheng agreed to cooperate with the Murong family, Su Jiamu wouldn't abandon her!
"Ah Jing, please be more lenient. Although the Murong family is in an economic crisis, it's still a decades-old enterprise. As long as they get through this, it can still bring profits to Lingsheng. It's just a matter of your command, and Little Xue is your sister, after all."
Song Yu lowered herself significantly.
She had never begged anyone before, and this was tantamount to begging Murong Cheng.
But the man remained as cold as ever, his thin lips pressed together, offering no comment, only casting a few indifferent glances at Murong Xue.
"Don't go to Lingsheng anymore. That's a place of business, not a place for you to act out. I've suppressed the news today. If I'm not around and your gossip spreads, will the Murong family still have any face?"
He coldly dropped this remark and Murong Cheng left the ward.
Before Murong Xue could react, the ward door had already closed.
Murong Xue stared for a few seconds, then threw herself into Song Yu's arms and cried.
"Mom, look at him, why is he like this? I'm his sister, how can he treat me like this? The Murong family can afford to subsidize the Su family with tens of millions, what does he want? Why won't he agree to cooperate with the Murong family! If Jiamu really breaks off our engagement, I'd rather die!"
Song Yu patted Murong Xue's back. Seeing her daughter cry, her heart ached.
But she was also helpless.
After Murong Cheng took over the Murong family's industries upon graduation, he gained control of Lingsheng and was now the head. She had curbed her past disdain for Murong Cheng. Her eldest son had died unexpectedly more than ten years ago. Although she had given birth to a younger son a few years ago, he was only a few years old and posed no threat to Murong Cheng.
"Mom promises you, I will definitely give you an explanation. Murong Cheng is just an illegitimate son, merely helping us manage Lingsheng. When your brother grows up, Murong Cheng will have no say in the Murong family!"
Murong Cheng returned quite late.
Jiang Shiyu was watching television in the living room. Because she had waited for so long, she had fallen asleep on the sofa.
When Murong Cheng pushed the door open, he saw the small figure curled up on the sofa.
Jiang Shiyu's hair was still damp. Hearing the faint footsteps, she woke up instantly.
Her eyes were still sleepy, and she yawned.
"You're finally back, where did you go?"
"The boss had an urgent matter and needed me to pick him up," Murong Cheng said softly, picking up the hairdryer from the table and drying Jiang Shiyu's hair.
The man's technique was gentle, and Jiang Shiyu almost fell asleep again.
She leaned into the man's embrace involuntarily.
Although he had taken off his jacket, there was still a faint scent of disinfectant on the man's shirt.
Was Murong Cheng taking his boss to the hospital?
Jiang Shiyu wrinkled her nose but didn't think too much about it.
Because she had work the next day, Jiang Shiyu woke up quite early.
Murong Cheng had switched cars again today. Jiang Shiyu didn't quite recognize the car brand.
After getting out of the car, she happened to run into Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan was standing at the entrance, holding a cup of iced Americano, "Xia Xia, who drove you here? A Maybach, that's so rich!"
Even though her family's conditions were not bad, they couldn't afford this car, which was a limited edition Maybach.
"Oh, my husband drove me here," Jiang Shiyu said, yawning, still not fully awake.
"Your husband? Wasn't he a driver?" Fang Yuan was surprised for a moment, then understood, "So it's your husband's boss's car? You scared me, I thought someone could afford a limited edition Maybach themselves."
It had to be said, Murong Cheng's boss was quite wealthy, changing cars every few days, always a luxury car, and each one more expensive than the last!