"Ouch, did this big baby eat too much? You've really knocked me over," Jiang Shiyu stumbled, nearly losing her balance.
It was evident that Cheche had inherited Murong Cheng's excellent genes. Even at the tender age of five, his leg development was not hindered, and he was round and adorable, with a face like a carved jade and exquisite, delicate features.
"Wuwu, Mommy, I missed you so much! Did Mommy miss me? I finally see Mommy! If it were any later, I would have died of lovesickness!"
Cheche tightly hugged Jiang Shiyu's legs.
Jiang Shiyu picked up Cheche and tapped his nose. "Cheche, have you eaten?"
"Not yet. Cheche wants to eat chicken legs and eat them with Mommy. Fried chicken legs, Mommy eats one bite, Cheche eats one bite."
Cheche blinked his clear, large black and white eyes, fluttering like a galaxy.
Jiang Shiyu smiled warmly. "Okay, then I'll take Cheche to eat something delicious."
After greeting Murong Cheng, Jiang Shiyu took Cheche to the amusement park.
Since it was the weekend, the amusement park was quite crowded.
Fearing that Cheche might get lost, Jiang Shiyu held his small hand tightly. Fortunately, Cheche was very well-behaved and didn't run around, staying close to Jiang Shiyu.
Along the way, he attracted many little fans, all holding their phones and taking pictures of Cheche.
Cheche was also very cooperative, opening his bright, watery eyes and parting his pink, tender lips to reveal his pearly white teeth, posing for the young ladies.
A group of young ladies shrieked, "Ahhh, he's so cute! How can there be such a cute baby? He must be mixed-race!"
Cheche grinned, "Thank you for liking me, but Mommy and I need to go shopping. Please let us pass!"
The young ladies cleared a path, and Cheche, holding Jiang Shiyu's hand, walked ahead.
Watching the little fellow's precocious demeanor, Jiang Shiyu chuckled, unable to suppress her amusement.
After playing for an afternoon, with about half the time spent being photographed, Cheche let out a sigh of relief as they got into the car after leaving the amusement park, patting his chest.
Jiang Shiyu took a clean handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Cheche's forehead.
"Cheche, do you really like being watched by people?"
"No, because I'm out with Mommy, I'm very happy. Anything I do with Mommy becomes meaningful, even just spacing out!" Cheche's eyes sparkled.
Thinking of Cheche's experiences, Jiang Shiyu felt a pang of pain in her heart.
Although she hadn't given birth herself, Cheche had never even met his own mother since birth. She had only felt the pain of losing her mother five years ago; this child didn't even have a mother. She couldn't help but pull Cheche into her arms.
"From now on, I am your Mommy, and I will be a good mother."
"Mommy... Cheche is going to suffocate..." Cheche struggled slightly.
His small face lifted, rosy and plump.
Jiang Shiyu quickly let go, realizing she had indeed hugged him too tightly.
"Mommy hugs Daddy like this too. No wonder Daddy has been in a good mood lately, always taking advantage of Mommy. He must be very happy."
Cheche said innocently.
Jiang Shiyu's forehead was covered in black lines. "Cheche, where do you want to go next?"
When had she ever hugged Murong Cheng like that? Besides, Murong Cheng was taller than her, so it was impossible for him to be hugged to her chest.
"Mommy, you don't need to be shy. Daddy likes you, and I like you. When I grow up, I'll snatch you from Daddy, and then you'll be mine forever!"
Jiang Shiyu imagined Murong Cheng's expression upon hearing this, and it was sure to be unpleasant!
After leaving the amusement park, she took Cheche for dinner. Although they returned home at eight o'clock, after bathing and putting Cheche to bed, the little fellow was already sleepy, drowsy, but still insisted on holding Jiang Shiyu's hand before he would sleep.
As if afraid Jiang Shiyu would run away.
Under the warm, soft lamplight, Jiang Shiyu carefully examined the boy's face.
The words Jiang Yurou had spoken inexplicably echoed in her ears.
The next second, Jiang Shiyu shook her head.
Shaking off these absurd thoughts, how could it be possible?
If she really had a child, how could she not remember? It must be Jiang Yurou making it up.
Behind her, the bedroom door was pushed open.
A tall shadow obscured her.
Jiang Shiyu turned around and was startled to see Murong Cheng.
Only after leaving the room did she look up at the man before her.
"Why do you walk so silently? You scared me to death!"
"You took Cheche to the amusement park?"
Murong Cheng shifted into a comfortable sitting position, slumping onto the sofa.
Even when completely relaxed, his muscles were still firm. Compared to his cold and distant demeanor during the day, he now exuded a gentle and approachable aura.
Jiang Shiyu merely glanced at him and became lost in thought.
When she came to her senses, she realized the man's dark, deep pupils were also staring at her.
Jiang Shiyu picked up a cushion, covering her face.
Even without seeing Jiang Shiyu's face, he could guess that her cheeks must be flushed red.
Despite being so fierce outside, she blushed so easily.
Exactly the same as before.
Not changed in the slightest.
Murong Cheng's lips curved slightly. "Do you want to see Cheche's old photos?"
"Yes, please!" Jiang Shiyu responded readily.
Murong Cheng picked up a booklet from the coffee table, resembling a diary.
Jiang Shiyu knowingly leaned closer.
Murong Cheng opened the cover, revealing a photo of when he first met Cheche.
Cheche was inside a cardboard box.
How heartless his mother was, to pack a newborn child in a cardboard box.
Then the second photo was of him being taken for a prenatal check-up.
"These photos were all taken by my birth mother. She also loved Cheche very much. When I wasn't around, Cheche was raised by her."
Birth mother?
Jiang Shiyu had not inquired about Murong Cheng's family background, nor had she been exposed to information about high society.
Ever since her maternal grandfather passed away, although her mother was still alive, the actual control was in Jiang Dehai's hands.
Even during the years her mother was alive, Jiang Shiyu had not lived a life of pampered luxury.
She spent most of her time by her mother's side and rarely paid attention to entertainment news or gossip.
That's why when she met Murong Cheng, she didn't even recognize him as the CEO of Lingsheng.
However, judging by Murong Cheng's tone, besides a birth mother, there was another mother?
Jiang Shiyu pursed her lips.
She was afraid that asking too many questions would touch upon Murong Cheng's sore spot.
However, the man seemed to sense Jiang Shiyu's concern and placed his large palm over her hand.
"It's okay, I have no secrets from you. I was just an illegitimate son of the Murong family, originally raised in the countryside. It wasn't until I was over ten years old, when my aunt's eldest son died in a car accident, that I was brought to Haicheng. At that time, I was the only son in the Murong family. Now my aunt has a son, but he's only seven years old, about the same age as Cheche."
Murong Cheng's tone was calm.
After hearing Murong Cheng finish, Jiang Shiyu was moved.
Instead, she held Murong Cheng's hand.
"It must have been difficult for you living in the Murong family all these years."
Murong Cheng stiffened.
No one had ever said such a thing to him.