This was not Song Yu's usual style. Seeing his children suffer a loss, Song Yu surprisingly did not appeal after Murong Xue was judged.
Zhao Shuyao's call came in.
"Congratulations, my dear Shiyu, on your great victory. I never expected things to go so smoothly. It seems this mother and daughter have had their spirits broken! Although it's only five years, it's enough for Murong Xue to repent and reform inside! It's so satisfying!"
Jiang Shiyu, however, could not be happy. She felt something was wrong but couldn't pinpoint it, as if a heavy boulder was pressing down on her heart.
"Shiyu, my dear, what's wrong? You're not happy at all. Did Murong Cheng anger you again? I didn't see him at the trial today. Is he that busy with work? It can't be!"
It was when Zhao Shuyao mentioned Murong Cheng that Jiang Shiyu remembered.
Murong Cheng had blocked her.
This man's temper was truly unpredictable. To this day, Jiang Shiyu couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.
However, with past experience, Jiang Shiyu wasn't too nervous.
She was just angry and confused. How could this man block her for no reason? What had she done to displease him?
It seemed she wouldn't be able to see Che Che either.
Jiang Shiyu kept an eye on Song Yu's movements, unable to sleep soundly.
As expected, she was woken by Zhao Shuyao's call at five or six in the morning the next day.
"My dear, hurry up and check online. Song Yu is truly insidious! Truly insidious!"
Zhao Shuyao, an outsider, was so angry she was stomping her feet and gnashing her teeth.
Jiang Shiyu's anxious heart leaped into her throat.
She then opened her phone. Before she could even click on the news, a message from her lawyer arrived.
"The defendant's family provided proof that Murong Xue suffers from severe mental illness, and Murong Xue was directly taken out of prison."
Jiang Shiyu almost crushed the phone in her hand.
Her painstaking efforts had all gone to waste, ruined in an instant, all because Song Yu had the backing of the Murong family and capital!
So Murong Xue's feigned madness yesterday was not due to emotional breakdown.
It was a premeditated move, a fallback plan.
That was why Song Yu had no intention of filing for a second appeal. The court was filled with Song Yu's people, all intimidated by the Murong family's powerful influence!
"Shiyu, my dear, don't get upset. We will definitely find a better solution to bring Murong Xue to justice!"
Zhao Shuyao comforted her over the phone.
Jiang Shiyu took a few breaths, and when she opened her eyes again, her gaze was clear.
"No, she will never be brought to justice. As long as the Murong family supports her, Murong Xue will never go to prison..."
Just like the injustice of her maternal grandfather's death...
If she hadn't discovered it in time, it might have remained buried in the earth forever!
She would never let this go so easily!
She wouldn't let any of them off the hook easily.
An Yan, upon receiving Jiang Shiyu's call, was so startled she almost lost her wits.
Because that morning, the CEO had instructed that Jiang Shiyu was not allowed into the office.
Seeing Jiang Shiyu's call, An Yan was in a dilemma.
After much hesitation, An Yan finally answered, "Madam, are you looking for the CEO? He's in a meeting."
"I'm not looking for him today. I just want to ask you if he has any upcoming banquets, the kind that Murong family members usually attend."
This was something she should have asked Grandpa Rong, but fearing it would be too obvious, Jiang Shiyu called An Yan instead.
Hearing this, An Yan already understood what Jiang Shiyu intended to do.
If she told Jiang Shiyu about Murong Cheng's schedule, her job would be at risk.
"Madam, please don't make things difficult for me. I'm just an employee. If you want to know, why don't you call the CEO and talk to him properly!" An Yan was caught in the middle, truly in a bind.
"I'm not going to find Murong Cheng. You can tell me; it won't implicate you."
Jiang Shiyu's persistent pleas finally wore An Yan down.
"Madam, you promised me you wouldn't tell the CEO that I told you, otherwise I'll lose my job. I need this job to support my family. I have elders at home and children, and they all depend on this job for their meals..."
An Yan was on the verge of tears as she spoke.
She knew Murong Cheng's temper too well, which was why she hadn't defied him all these years. It was just a marital spat, and whether she helped Jiang Shiyu or not, she was in a difficult position.
If she helped, she would be scolded by the CEO. If she didn't, what if they reconciled and she was held accountable?
An Yan felt extremely wronged, almost crying.
Jiang Shiyu smiled helplessly, "I'm not going to find Murong Cheng. Thank you, An Yan."
Her gentle and pleasant voice hung up the phone immediately.
An Yan sighed softly.
Truly, birds of a feather flock together. She said she wasn't going for the CEO, but in fact, she was going to see the CEO.
Tonight at seven o'clock, there was a charity gala.
Not only would Murong Cheng be present, but Song Yu and Grandpa would also be there.
It was a charity gala of considerable scale.
It was said that there would be many media and celebrities present.
It was an excellent opportunity.
Jiang Shiyu stood in the cloakroom and took out a pure white long dress.
The dress fit her figure perfectly; it had been just right before.
Today, when she put it on, she could barely zip it up.
What the heck!
Jiang Shiyu glared at herself in the mirror.
This protruding lower abdomen, though not large, didn't show much normally.
But when she wore a tight-fitting outfit and looked closely, it was too obvious.
Jiang Shiyu pinched the flesh on her stomach.
It seemed she needed to lose weight; she had gained too much winter fat.
She changed into a looser long dress, which fit somewhat.
As night fell, the lights lit up, and traffic bustled.
The car stopped outside the five-star hotel. Jiang Shiyu got out, wearing low heels, and walked directly into the main hall of the banquet.
The invitation was given by An Yan, and Jiang Shiyu successfully entered the venue.
Because of that lawsuit, which had caused a city-wide uproar, everyone in high society now knew Jiang Shiyu's renowned name and her appearance.
As soon as Jiang Shiyu entered, all eyes turned to her.
Jiang Shiyu acted as if she didn't see them, took a glass of fruit wine, and headed upstairs.
According to An Yan, Song Yu was upstairs.
She held the fruit wine in her hand, feeling slightly nervous and flustered. She just wanted to take a sip.
A waiter walked towards her and gently bumped into her, knocking the fruit wine from her hand onto the floor.
"I'm sorry, madam. I'll get you another one right away." The waiter brought her a glass of juice.
Jiang Shiyu frowned and carefully examined the juice in her hand.
There were fruit pulp in it, just like freshly squeezed juice.
Although it was a high-class charity gala, such fresh, freshly squeezed juice seemed a bit too much.
Without thinking too much, Jiang Shiyu took a small sip and was surprised to find it tasted quite good.
As expected of a high-class charity gala, even the juice was freshly squeezed.