"Mr. Murong, are you mistaken? My sister isn't a good girl, don't you know that?"
Jiang Yurou was utterly shocked and dumbfounded. She stood up and urgently expressed to Murong Cheng, as if Murong Cheng didn't know Jiang Shiyu and was deceived by her hypocrisy.
As she spoke, her hand reached out to touch Murong Cheng.
Murong Cheng's brow twitched. As if about to be touched by something dirty, he dodged Jiang Yurou's touch. "Get away from me, you're dirty."
Jiang Yurou's raised hand froze in mid-air, unsure of what to do, feeling extremely awkward.
Jiang Shiyu almost burst out laughing.
To see Jiang Shiyu embarrassed in her lifetime, only Murong Cheng could achieve this.
In the past, this man had always appeared gentle in front of her.
She never expected that in the eyes of outsiders, he would be cold as ice, and sharp-tongued to the extreme.
It was simply extreme differential treatment.
"Mr. Murong, you must be mistaken. Jiang Shiyu is not a good girl. Do you know how awful she used to be..."
Seeing this, Jiang Dehai immediately launched into a long speech, fabricating many bad deeds.
The servants exchanged glances, finding it utterly baseless!
If someone who didn't know them heard this, they would truly believe it.
Murong Cheng raised an eyebrow. Just as Li Mei and Jiang Dehai thought Murong Cheng believed them, Murong Cheng let out a cold scoff.
The man did not hide the contempt and mockery in his tone.
"To defile your daughter like this, is she really your biological daughter? Or have you never treated Jiang Shiyu as your child? After taking over De Cheng, as soon as her mother died, you couldn't wait to move in and celebrate. Occupying the nest, are you happy living here? If it wasn't me today but someone else, would you have succeeded in your scheme?"
Murong Cheng coldly glanced at Jiang Yurou, who was dressed ostentatiously and provocatively.
He sneered sarcastically.
"Like a prostitute, this is the daughter you raised with your own hands, perfectly inheriting your character. You still want to marry into the Murong family, seduce me, and climb into my bed? What a pipe dream, a daydream! Don't you even need a demon-revealing mirror to see what kind of common hen you are! Truly disgusting!"
In an instant, it was as if all the light fell upon Murong Cheng.
Jiang Shiyu looked up at Murong Cheng. At this moment, this man was like a deity in her eyes.
Radiant.
"Wife, let's go." Murong Cheng turned to Jiang Shiyu, his expression changing in a second. He put away all his disgust and contempt, his handsome face filled with gentle affection, his peach blossom eyes brimming with tenderness.
Jiang Shiyu placed her hand in Murong Cheng's. Led by him, she walked out. Glancing back at the dining room, the corners of her lips curved upwards provocatively.
The moment they stepped out the door, behind them, hysterical screams and the sound of plates being smashed echoed.
It must have been Jiang Yurou losing her temper.
But that didn't matter.
A gust of night wind blew, a bit chilly. Jiang Shiyu felt a weight on her shoulders as the man took off his jacket and draped it over her.
The jacket still carried the man's sharp mint scent.
And the warmth of the man.
Jiang Shiyu's whole body suddenly felt warm.
"Thank you so much for tonight..."
Back in the car, Jiang Shiyu finally lowered her gaze, concealing the myriad emotions in her eyes.
Since childhood, apart from that little boy, no one had ever stood in front of her to protect her like this.
Even if the whole world turned against her with malice, only that boy and Murong Cheng would stand in front of her, shielding her from all the sharp blades and swords.
"Actually..."
The man spoke, his words enigmatic, an impulse about to break free from his throat.
Beside his ear, she heard steady breathing.
Because she was too tired, Jiang Shiyu had actually fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder.
Murong Cheng moved his lips helplessly, tucking Jiang Shiyu's clothes in tighter.
Upon arriving at Jingyuan, Murong Cheng carried Jiang Shiyu out of the car. She was sleeping so soundly that there was no sign of her waking up even when carried.
Placed on the bed, the little woman was still fast asleep.
She must have been exhausted tonight. He couldn't imagine how this fool had gotten through the time without him.
Murong Cheng took a hot towel and wiped Jiang Shiyu's cheeks.
The maiden's skin was delicate and smooth. Even through the towel, he could feel its texture.
Murong Cheng's throat bobbed.
He never took advantage of others, and this was no exception.
He placed a kiss on the maiden's fair and full forehead, then covered her with a thin quilt.
By the time Murong Cheng finished his work and showered, it was already past midnight.
On the bed, the little woman had changed her position and continued to sleep.
Murong Cheng lay down on the bed and, as usual, pulled Jiang Shiyu into his embrace.
This time, she surprisingly didn't struggle in her sleep.
Instead, she even hugged him back.
Murong Cheng raised an eyebrow in surprise. Just as he was about to proceed, Jiang Shiyu suddenly murmured, "Big meat bun, hehe, big meat bun..."
Looking down closely, he saw a trace of clear drool on the corner of the little woman's mouth.
It seemed he had been overthinking.
The next day, Murong Cheng drove Jiang Shiyu to the entrance of Lingsheng as usual. Before Jiang Shiyu could get out of the car, she felt a headache upon seeing Lingsheng.
But she still forced herself to get out of the car and walk upstairs. Before she could even enter, she heard shouts of "Madam President!" one after another. Jiang Shiyu almost couldn't catch her breath.
Back in her office, her colleagues also stood up to greet her, but their gazes suddenly became a little strange.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Shiyu frowned.
A colleague pulled her to her desk.
She saw that her desk was covered with the words 'Mistress' and had been maliciously splashed with paint. The pungent smell permeated the entire office.
Jiang Shiyu's throat felt nauseous, and she couldn't help but cover her nose.
"Shiyu, who did this?"
"They've gone mad! How could you be a mistress!"
"Exactly! Who doesn't know that the President has been celibate for twenty-eight years!"
A laugh rang out.
"Who said that? Don't you know that Murong Cheng has a five-year-old son, lively and adorable, who looks exactly like his father? They've just kept it under wraps, and no media dares to report it. Murong Cheng hasn't brought him to the company, so you're all unaware!"
The colleagues parted to make way.
Fang Yuan walked over gracefully. She was wearing a beige silk dress, the quality of which was evident even to the naked eye. Fang Yuan had a good figure and wore the dress perfectly, looking like a flower of wealth.
"Oh dear, Shiyu, don't you know anything? It's no wonder your desk was so maliciously damaged. I'll help you clean it up!"
As Fang Yuan spoke, she reached out to help Jiang Shiyu clean.
Several male colleagues who had a crush on Fang Yuan immediately vied to help, trying to earn her favor.
Before long, Jiang Shiyu's desk was cleaned up.