As soon as Jiang Shiyu sat down, an email arrived in her inbox. Upon opening it, she saw the subject line: "Jiang Shiyu Used Connections to Enter Lingsheng, Caught Hand-in-Hand with Sugar Daddy, Embraced Sugar Daddy's Cheating Fiancée!"
Then, the attachment was a photo of her and Murong Cheng holding hands!
Jiang Yurou was spreading rumors!
Jiang Shiyu suddenly stood up from her seat.
Her face was extremely grim.
Sending photos was one thing, but spreading rumors was another!
All her colleagues in the office had received the email and were staring at their computer screens.
As Jiang Shiyu opened her mouth to explain, a colleague next to her covered her mouth, looking at Jiang Shiyu with a look of horror.
Jiang Shiyu frowned, wondering why they were looking at her like that.
After seeing such news, shouldn't they have looks of disdain and disgust? Why were they looking at her with shock?
Jiang Shiyu trembled violently.
Beside her, Fang Yuan's phone dropped to the floor. She covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide with shock, staring at Jiang Shiyu in disbelief, as if she had been deceived.
After a long while, she managed to utter a sentence.
"Your husband... is named Murong Cheng?!"
It was Jiang Shiyu's turn to be stunned. She met Fang Yuan's shocked and complex gaze. "Yes... what's wrong?"
Fang Yuan tightly covered her mouth, as if she couldn't believe it. She asked again, her voice sharp, "Murong Cheng?! Are you sure your husband is named Murong Cheng?!"
"Yes..." Jiang Shiyu couldn't understand why Fang Yuan was acting so agitated.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Fang Yuan's emotions suddenly became very intense. She stood up, grabbed Jiang Shiyu's shoulders, her nails digging into Jiang Shiyu's flesh. "Why did you watch me make a fool of myself under your nose like a clown!?"
Jiang Shiyu's mind went blank. She couldn't understand what Fang Yuan was talking about at all. "I don't understand... what are you saying? I didn't..."
"You're still playing dumb?! Everyone in Haicheng knows that the CEO of Lingsheng, the heir of the Murong family, is named Murong Cheng! The man I've been secretly in love with, my idol, is Murong Cheng! The man in the photo signing and dining with you!!!!"
Fang Yuan could no longer control her emotions and exploded in the office.
As Fang Yuan's voice fell, the office colleagues were plunged into shock. They hadn't recovered from the shock of Jiang Shiyu's husband being the big boss yet, and hearing Fang Yuan say this, they were all stunned.
The last trace of color drained from Jiang Shiyu's face. She stumbled, almost falling. "You said... what?"
Murong Cheng...
Is the CEO of Lingsheng?
Is the heir of the Murong family?!
How could that be!
Murong Cheng had clearly told her that his monthly salary was five thousand, and he was just a driver!
It must be a case of mistaken identity!
Besides, the photo was a bit blurry, maybe Fang Yuan was mistaken!
"Impossible..."
Jiang Shiyu shook her head violently. Before she could finish speaking, footsteps were heard from outside the office door.
"President..."
A man's tall and imposing figure was enveloped in a custom-made suit, impeccably perfect.
The man's stern face was like distant mountains under the night sky, exuding a mysterious and captivating allure.
It made people revere him, yet unable to resist approaching.
The moment the man entered the office, all the colleagues stood up in unison, almost as an instinctive reaction.
A powerful aura pressed down, filling the office.
It was like a deity descending, giving people a sense of bowing in submission and worship.
The first second Murong Cheng stepped into the office, he quickly spotted Jiang Shiyu, his gaze locked onto her beautiful yet fair little face. His eyes deepened slightly, and the man turned and walked to Jiang Shiyu.
Jiang Shiyu looked at Murong Cheng in front of her. He was still wearing the same clothes as in the morning, the same man she saw when she left home, yet she felt as if she suddenly didn't know him anymore.
"Wife..."
Murong Cheng uttered these two words in a low, hoarse voice.
There was a hint of apology and a hint of heartache in his tone.
Jiang Shiyu's lips trembled as she managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Are you really the CEO of Lingsheng..."
Murong Cheng did not deny it. He tightened his jaw and then nodded.
He tacitly admitted it.
A thunderous roar sounded in Jiang Shiyu's mind.
She had truly believed Murong Cheng was just a penniless worker.
But if he were just a driver, how could he drive different luxury cars?
How could he live in such an expensive villa area like Jingyuan?
How could his luxury cars be filled with his personal belongings?
How could he take her to Cui Jing Xuan every day?
It wasn't because these were his friends' possessions, but because these were all assets under his name!
Jiang Shiyu's body swayed unsteadily, and Murong Cheng immediately swept her into his arms.
The man's clean and pleasant scent wafted towards her.
Jiang Shiyu's small hands tightly clutched the fabric of the man's clothes.
At this moment, she felt like the most foolish person in the world.
This man exuded a noble aura with every movement.
How could he possibly be just a driver?
And her smooth entry into Lingsheng, the reports, the proposals, even the stolen files, all of it was Murong Cheng helping her in secret...
Even the fact that she wasn't framed and fired by Jiang Dehai was due to Murong Cheng's hidden assistance.
Her feelings were as complex as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned.
"I was afraid you would worry too much, so I concealed my identity. I didn't expect someone to take photos and release them. Since that's the case, I don't need to hide anymore. Wife, don't be angry, I'll kneel on the washboard when I get home."
Murong Cheng, who was usually known as a cold-faced Yama in the company, spoke with a voice as clear and melodious as a flowing spring, gentle as a spring breeze.
In the office, gasps of cold air could be heard one after another.
Had they mistaken the person?
Was this the cold, ruthless, and woman-abstaining Master Rong?
Jiang Shiyu's first reaction was to look at Fang Yuan beside her.
She stared intently at Fang Yuan, as if asking.
Murong Cheng, is he really the idol you secretly love?
In Fang Yuan's eyes, Jiang Shiyu's gaze was a naked provocation!
Fang Yuan's eyes reddened, and she ran out, stumbling, clutching her chest. Even her retreating back showed her breakdown and distress.
Jiang Shiyu's feet moved, and just as she was about to chase after her, Murong Cheng grabbed her wrist. "I'll take you home for dinner tonight."
One wave had barely subsided when another arose.
Jiang Shiyu didn't understand what Murong Cheng was saying. "Home for dinner?"
"Yes, to my home, the Murong family. You are my wife, and I originally planned to find an opportunity to confess to you, but now there's no need. You are my lawfully wedded wife, so of course, I have to bring you back to meet my parents."
Murong Cheng's voice was gentle and deep, but Jiang Shiyu's ears buzzed.
"Wait, let me digest this..."
Jiang Shiyu had no intention of working anymore and was directly sent back to Jingyuan by Murong Cheng.
All the way, she was in a state of absentmindedness.
The man beside her drove with a calm and composed demeanor.