Jiang Shiyu sighed, "Do you think that even without Huo Yanxue, you and Qin Yusheng would have fallen in love? Huo Yanxue is a very capable woman; otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed by Qin Yusheng's side for so long."
Even though the truth was cruel, she had to remind Zhao Shuyao.
Some things were not worth forcing, and it would only hurt herself.
"I understand, I understand... Enough about me, what about you?"
"Me..."
Jiang Shiyu thought of something, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, gone in an instant. "I'll pick Cheche up from school later, want to come along?"
"No, thanks. I just got out of the hospital. Thanks for picking me up, baby. I'll head back to the hotel first."
Zhao Shuyao wiped her nose. The thought of that little guy gave her a headache.
He looked soft and cute, but in reality, he was very much like Murong Cheng: cold, sharp-tongued, and cunningly wise for his age.
She had just recovered and didn't want to be angered to death again.
Jiang Shiyu saw Zhao Shuyao back to the hotel. They hugged at the hotel entrance, and Zhao Shuyao was reluctant, looking back repeatedly.
Holding the hotel room card, Zhao Shuyao hadn't reached her room door when she saw a woman standing at the door from afar.
Jiang Shiyu drove to the kindergarten, just as school was letting out.
She patted her chest, relieved she made it in time. If she had been any later, the little guy would surely have cried and begged for a hug.
Because the little guy was exceptionally good-looking, Jiang Shiyu immediately spotted him being led by a kindergarten teacher.
"Mommy..."
Cheche ran over and threw himself into Jiang Shiyu's arms.
"You're coming home for dinner tonight, Cheche. You can play with Haohao."
Jiang Shiyu squatted down, hugged Cheche, and stroked the little guy's soft, short hair.
"Haohao? I don't want to! I don't want to play with Haohao. He's so fierce. Cheche doesn't like Haohao."
Cheche looked wronged, buried in Jiang Shiyu's arms, pouting, clearly unwilling.
"Cheche, you need to be good tonight. If Haohao bullies you, don't get angry right away. Mommy and Daddy will stand up for you, okay?"
Jiang Shiyu gently stroked the little guy's head, patiently coaxing him.
Cheche finally relented and nodded, "I'll listen to Mommy."
Jiang Shiyu put Cheche in the car and drove to the Murong residence.
Tonight was the Old Master's birthday banquet. Almost everyone from the Murong family had to attend. Even if there was an embarrassing scene in public, they still had to gather for the Old Master's birthday.
Jiang Shiyu drove into the Murong family mansion. As soon as she parked in the garden, a man was standing by her car door.
Jiang Shiyu unbuckled her seatbelt. Before she could open the door, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye and almost jumped in fright.
Murong Cheng opened the car door and extended a hand. "You're here. Are you tired?"
Jiang Shiyu shook her head and placed her hand in Murong Cheng's palm. "Not tired, just a bit cold. Autumn in Hai City is unpredictable."
"I asked Auntie to make ginger soup. You can have a bowl later."
Ever since she was discharged from the hospital, this man had been even gentler than before.
"Daddy, I want ginger soup too! I want some."
Cheche seemed to do it on purpose, hugging Murong Cheng's leg and winking. "After drinking ginger soup, you'll eat Mommy's tofu at night. How can Daddy be getting thinner and thinner..."
Jiang Shiyu covered Cheche's mouth. "Let's go in and eat!"
She carried Cheche inside.
Cheche, perched on Jiang Shiyu's shoulder, made a face at Murong Cheng.
He was angry that Daddy always bullied him and didn't let him see Mommy!
Hmph, now he knew how formidable he was!
Murong Cheng's handsome face darkened slightly.
He truly was his own son.
Even though his biological mother was missing, his personality was exactly like his!
Jiang Shiyu carried Cheche into the mansion. As soon as Cheche saw the Old Master, his eyes lit up. "Grandpa, Grandpa, I missed you so much! Did Grandpa miss me?"
Cheche stood on the ground and rushed towards Grandpa Rong.
Song Yu and Haohao were also sitting beside the Old Master.
Seeing Cheche, Haohao sneered, "Hmph, he's just showing off to please Grandpa."
What was the point of being cute? The Murong family would be his in the future.
Mommy said that when he grew up, he could take back what was stolen from them. For now, Murong Cheng was just managing the family's assets; these were his things.
Song Yu smiled at Cheche. "What a clingy child. He's still clinging to Grandpa at this age."
Jiang Shiyu walked in and heard Song Yu's words, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Cheche is only five years old; he won't even be six until after his birthday. He's not a baby anymore, but children aged five or six can't live independently and still need care, isn't that normal?"
Jiang Shiyu had been here for less than a minute, and the tension had already escalated rapidly.
Given that it was the Old Master's birthday banquet, with not only relatives and friends but also many industry elites and business magnates present, Song Yu could only suppress her anger and force a smile.
"That makes sense," Song Yu said, forcing a smile.
Jiang Shiyu handed Cheche a toy. "Cheche, be good and play with your toys, okay? We'll have dinner soon."
Cheche took the Ultraman toy from Jiang Shiyu's hand and nodded obediently. "Okay, Mommy, call me when it's time for dinner."
He then skipped off to the toy area, where several other children were already playing.
Jiang Shiyu helped Grandpa Rong stroll in the garden.
It was evening, the sun was setting, and a gentle breeze was blowing. Although the temperature was a bit low, the breeze was cool and pleasant, clearing away the stuffy air of the morning. The sunset glow was dazzling, and the clouds drifted with the wind.
"Have you investigated your maternal grandfather's affairs?"
Grandpa Rong walked to a quiet spot before speaking slowly.
Jiang Shiyu pondered for a moment. "I've investigated, but there's no evidence yet to prove who the murderer is. There are no physical or witness testimonies. I'm still collecting and investigating, but it's incredibly difficult to start investigating again after more than ten years have passed."
"If you need any help, just ask."
"I understand, but if you investigate too broadly, it will alert the snake. I'm investigating discreetly, afraid of any leaks..."
Jiang Dehai is by no means an ordinary brainless pretty boy. He is deep-minded and cunning; otherwise, he wouldn't have deceived his mother and maternal grandfather and occupied his maternal grandfather's inheritance.
After taking over the company, although he didn't achieve great success, he kept the company's performance stable, which is something most people find difficult to do.
Jiang Dehai is definitely an old hand.
If Jiang Dehai discovered she was secretly investigating her maternal grandfather's cause of death and searching for evidence, he would destroy it, and then it would truly be impossible to investigate.
"I understand. Be careful with everything. If you need anything, find Acheng. He's the grandson I'm most satisfied with—capable and ruthless. He can help you..."
Jiang Shiyu fell silent after hearing the Old Master's words, pursing her lips. "Acheng is very good to me. I owe him."
Grandpa Rong seemed not to understand the implication of Jiang Shiyu's words and comforted her, "It's normal for couples to argue. Acheng is a bit jealous; just coax him a little."