Mu Rufeng then raised his eyes and looked in Jiang Shiyu's direction, then said, "It was all a misunderstanding, there's nothing to see. Let's put this matter behind us. We're all family, there's really no need for this."
At this point, if no face-saving opportunity was given, it would be unreasonable to press the issue.
Jiang Shiyu smiled slightly, going with the flow and doing him a favor. "Since it was a misunderstanding, I'm glad you're alright... However, even though the child is young, he still needs to be educated well. Today, I was the one slandering him. If he's not educated properly, he'll be a menace to society when he grows up..."
Song Yu's smile was forced, and he almost lost his temper, his eyes sharp, but his smile remained.
"You're right. Haohao, did you hear what your sister-in-law said?"
Haohao glared with wide, unwilling eyes, his small lips pressed tightly, refusing to speak, his pride high.
"This child has always been like this since he was young. He'll change slowly. Some things cannot be changed overnight."
Song Yu patted Haohao's head, smiling to smooth things over.
Jiang Shiyu no longer paid attention, merely nodding with a smile. She then turned to the man behind her, lifting her fair hand to rub her temples.
"I'm so sleepy, I want to go home and sleep."
"Mhm. I'll take you home."
Despite the simple words, they sounded incredibly pleasant to her ears.
On the way back, Jiang Shiyu nearly fell asleep.
Her mind replayed past events like a movie.
Ruofeng...
Mu Rufeng...
Seeing the almost identical handwriting, she had no doubt that Mu Rufeng was the man who wrote to her, claiming to be Ruofeng.
Although both were equally gentle, there was a stark difference between Mu Rufeng and Ruofeng.
Ruofeng could always easily see through her inner vulnerabilities.
Mu Rufeng, while also gentle and always patiently coaxing her, felt different.
This feeling was becoming more pronounced.
Had she mistaken the person from beginning to end, or had Ruofeng changed...
Jiang Shiyu sighed, her long lashes fluttering, her heart heavy with sadness.
Cheche was sent to his grandmother's house that night. The house was quiet when she returned. The housekeeper had prepared dinner and kept it warm. Jiang Shiyu had no appetite. After bathing, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. "Ruofeng..."
When Murong Cheng pushed the door open, he was holding a cup of warm milk.
From the direction of the bed, a woman's drowsy murmur could be heard.
Though the voice was not loud, Murong Cheng heard every word clearly.
He froze as if petrified.
After five years, he hadn't expected to hear those three words from this young woman.
Ruofeng.
After being brought back to the Murong family, he had grown over the years and searched for traces of her.
The day he found her happened to be the anniversary of her mother's death.
If he hadn't seen her photo in a newspaper headline, he might not have realized she had been living right beside him, in the same city, for so many years.
He was cautious, afraid to approach.
Learning that she was in low spirits and staying indoors.
He wrote a letter and mailed it to her anonymously.
They began to communicate through letters.
Later, she gradually recovered, went out, and even returned to school.
He was filled with anticipation, wanting to find her and reveal his identity.
But she suddenly fell in love.
He made himself stay aside, watching the young girl walk hand-in-hand with the young boy along the tree-lined campus path.
In the evening, as the sun set, its afterglow fell upon her bright and moving features, a picturesque scene.
With bright eyes and white teeth, her almond-shaped eyes smiled like a crescent moon.
She was so happy.
Like the bright dawn.
He sat in the shadows, the light blurring his features.
The car drove away, leaving the school.
From then on, he never wrote to her again.
She never replied to his letters either.
The name Ruofeng was then sealed deep within his heart.
He thought she had forgotten, but unexpectedly, she still remembered.
She had even spoken each word with perfect accuracy.
The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Beneath his calm, unfathomable eyes, his emotions surged like a tide.
The next morning, when Jiang Shiyu woke up, she found the man still asleep. After she washed up and was frying eggs in the kitchen, she saw the man coming downstairs, tying his tie. Looking up from below, the man's already long legs appeared even more slender and tall.
Jiang Shiyu finished frying the eggs, and the man had already pulled out a chair and sat at the dining table. Jiang Shiyu placed the brewed coffee in front of him. She glanced at it, and the coffee almost spilled.
"What time did you go to bed last night?"
Or did you not sleep at all!
Her dark circles were so pronounced, she could be put in a zoo as a national treasure!
Normally, when the man stayed up late, he would be energetic the next day even if he stayed up until three or four in the morning. This appearance was as if he hadn't slept all night.
"I didn't get enough sleep. I'll take a nap today."
Murong Cheng took a sip of the coffee. It was hot, making it even more bitter.
His brow twitched slightly. Although he didn't like hot coffee, it was instant.
But he still drank the coffee she personally brewed, albeit with a frown.
Jiang Shiyu sat opposite him. She suddenly thought of something and was about to ask when the man's phone rang.
He went to the balcony to take the call.
Jiang Shiyu took a bite of her toast.
She still lacked the courage to ask that question.
It was the weekend. After breakfast, Jiang Shiyu went to pick up Cheche from his grandmother's.
Murong Cheng had a last-minute meeting, so Jiang Shiyu picked up Cheche alone.
Seeing that Murong Cheng wasn't there, Cheche's face lit up with joy. He threw himself into Jiang Shiyu's arms, "Hooray! If Mommy isn't here, doesn't that mean I can have Mommy all to myself for the whole day!"
Then he kissed Jiang Shiyu's cheeks twice.
Unrestrained.
Normally, when Murong Cheng was present, Cheche would be taken away even if he touched Jiang Shiyu slightly.
Now that Murong Cheng was absent, the little fellow became even more audacious.
Jiang Shiyu hugged the little one and got into the car.
Not far away, a Porsche slowly lowered its window.
Fang Yuan took off her sunglasses and stared at the car as it gradually drove away.
Murong Cheng had another son.
She had known about this for a long time.
It was probably around Cheche's hundred-day banquet.
Although the child's origins were unknown.
He was indeed Murong Cheng's biological son.
Therefore, even so, Murong Cheng had held a hundred-day banquet for Cheche.
Everyone in high society knew that Murong Cheng had a son.
It was just that Jiang Shiyu not only didn't dislike him but also got along so well with the child.
She was truly a dedicated stepmother.
Fang Yuan curled her lips into a cold smile.
Over the years, Murong Cheng had treated Cheche very well, sending him to the best kindergarten, providing the best education, and even ensuring the best in food, clothing, and daily necessities. He had even set up a foundation for Cheche and bought him a house in the most expensive district of Hai City.
There is a saying in the world: "Love me, love my dog."
Since she couldn't have him, Jiang Shiyu shouldn't have him either.
As long as she found out who Cheche's biological mother was...