Song Yu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the displeasure in his heart.
"Haohao, apologize quickly. It's my fault for not disciplining you properly. Your sister-in-law is right. From now on, you need to be polite at home and not be willful and unruly."
Song Yu pulled Haohao out from behind him.
Haohao was clearly unwilling, pouting his little lips. "Mom, I don't want to! I don't want to apologize! Hurry up and deal with this bitch! Kill this bitch!"
Haohao pointed his finger at Jiang Shiyu.
Jiang Shiyu let out a cold laugh. It seemed this brat needed a taste of his own medicine; he was just a bully who picked on the weak.
"Crack."
"Ahhhhhhh—"
Everyone only saw Jiang Shiyu grab Haohao's hand, and in an instant, his hand turned red from the grip.
Haohao cried out in pain, his forehead covered in sweat, his face pale. He rolled on the ground, tears streaming down.
Song Yu, terrified, slumped to the ground. "Haohao! Haohao! Call an ambulance quickly! What are you all standing there for!"
The servants were all too scared to react.
Jiang Shiyu sneered. The next second, with another crack, she actually reset Haohao's dislocated finger!
"Ah—" Haohao, in excruciating pain, collapsed into Song Yu's arms, screaming and then passing out cold.
Jiang Shiyu clapped her hands. "Now you know pain. Since you're human and know pain, you should know that others do too."
She couldn't stand bullies, especially not such a young child. She wondered what kind of person he would grow up to be.
"Haohao! Haohao!" Song Yu cried, urgently ordering the servants to call the driver, then rushed out with the unconscious Haohao.
Jiang Shiyu came back to her senses and realized Murong Cheng was standing beside her.
"Did you see all that?" Jiang Shiyu's face flushed.
"Now you're feeling shy?" Murong Cheng chuckled softly.
"Ah... you saw how barbaric I was!"
Jiang Shiyu covered her face. In her impulse, she hadn't cared about anything else, even forgetting Murong Cheng was there. After all, this was the Murong family's residence.
"Let's go. I'll make you a good meal when we get home," Murong Cheng said, taking Jiang Shiyu's hand.
Pulled along by his hand, Jiang Shiyu followed the man closely, a sense of surprise surfacing. "Don't you think I'm barbaric and rude?" Especially here, in the Murong family, to have directly confronted Song Yu and even hit her brother.
"You did very well. Just don't do it again when I'm not around. You're still just a girl."
Jiang Shiyu had expected him to call her barbaric, but instead, he was concerned for her safety.
Fang Yuan watched as Murong Cheng led Jiang Shiyu away by the hand. She had thought coming to confront Jiang Shiyu would be successful, but instead, Murong Cheng had personally created a shura field for her. She had deliberately worn such expensive clothes, making her look like a ridiculous clown.
Fang Yuan clenched the fabric of her clothes tightly. Jiang Shiyu, Murong Cheng, they both treated her like a clown! She had sacrificed so much to get closer to Murong Cheng, but he remained oblivious! How laughable!
Fang Yuan punched the dining table with her fist. The surroundings were in disarray, and no one noticed her.
The next day, as Jiang Shiyu arrived at the company, before she could even enter her office, she overheard her colleagues gossiping.
"Shiyu, you're finally here! Fang Yuan resigned!"
A female colleague walked over and whispered to Jiang Shiyu.
Jiang Shiyu blinked in surprise. After sitting down, she took out her phone and found Fang Yuan's number. She hesitated for a moment before turning off her screen saver. It wouldn't be appropriate to call her now. Fang Yuan's resignation probably meant she had completely given up on Murong Cheng.
During lunch, she learned from her colleagues that Ling Sheng was cooperating with the Murong family and had provided them with a sum of money. Some colleagues joked it was Rong Xue's dowry. In the afternoon, after work, she saw the news that Rong Xue and Murong Ruofeng had confirmed their engagement date.
Heh. Jiang Shiyu sneered. Money could indeed make the world go round. In high school, Murong Ruofeng had been her perfect idol—good grades, handsome, and most importantly, loyal. It turned out even the great Murong idol would bend for a few coins.
Murong Cheng drove directly to the kindergarten to pick up Cheche. Seeing the little boy, Jiang Shiyu's mood improved slightly. However, the next second, Murong Cheng said, "Go to Mom's house for dinner tonight." It wasn't a question, but a statement.
Jiang Shiyu's face paled. "What?" Murong Cheng's mother was his biological mother, and Cheche's grandmother.
"But I'm not dressed up..." Jiang Shiyu panicked.
Murong Cheng saw her reaction and chuckled inwardly. This little woman wasn't flustered about going to the Murong family's place, but she was nervous about meeting his mother?
"Mommy, don't be scared. Cheche will protect you!" The little boy buried himself in Jiang Shiyu's arms.
Murong Cheng's forehead twitched. He grabbed Cheche by the collar and lifted the little fellow as if he were a chick.
"No, I want Mommy! Daddy, you bad guy! You can't have Mommy's tofu, so you won't let me have Mommy's tofu! Wuwuwu, I want Mommy..."
The little boy's eyes were teary, two drops of tears rolling down his delicate, cute face, his pink lips pursed. He opened his arms, wanting Jiang Shiyu to hold him.
Jiang Shiyu reached out to hug Cheche, but Murong Cheng directly tossed the little boy into the back seat of the car and fastened his child safety seat belt. No matter how much Cheche struggled, it was useless.
Jiang Shiyu comforted Cheche before sitting in the passenger seat. As the car slowly started to move, Jiang Shiyu's nervousness also grew.
Murong Cheng drove to New World to buy a gift. By the time they arrived at the residential complex, it was already half-past seven. The sun was setting, and the sky was growing dark. Jiang Shiyu looked around; it was a very ordinary residential area, even a bit old. Grandmothers were playing with children nearby, and there seemed to be Cheche's friends. As soon as Cheche got out of the car, several children of the same age surrounded him, enthusiastically calling out his name.
"Let me introduce you all. This is my Mommy. Isn't she beautiful! Isn't she young!" Cheche took Jiang Shiyu's hand, his head held high, his face full of pride.
"Cheche has never been this proud when he's with me," the man's deep voice said, a mix of helplessness and amusement.
"Wow~ Cheche's Mommy is so pretty!"
"Yeah, yeah, she looks like a movie star!"
"Nonsense, this isn't your Mommy!" A discordant voice suddenly chimed in. A plump, sturdy little boy, hands on his hips, stood in front of Cheche and pointed at his nose. "Your Mommy isn't this woman. Which mother wouldn't be with her child? She's not your Mommy!"
"You're talking nonsense, she is my Mommy!" Cheche's eyes reddened as he vehemently retorted.
"No, she's not. If she were your Mommy, why is she only showing up today! Our mothers are with us every day, so she's definitely not your Mommy, she's just your stepmother!"
"You're not allowed to say that..."
Two crystal tears rolled down Cheche's cheeks. He clenched his fists tightly, biting his lower lip stubbornly, trying to hold back the tears. But the tears continued to stream down the little boy's face, pattering onto the ground.