Su Jiamu's words, seemingly generous and kind, actually felt more like he was stepping on Murong Cheng.
Everyone looked at Murong Cheng. The man's handsome face showed an indescribable smile. He didn't react fiercely or appear humiliated. He simply nodded, "Yes, then I hope Mr. Su can put in a good word for me when he meets President Ling Sheng."
Su Jiamu clenched his fist and glared at Murong Cheng, his teeth gritted. How could this man have such a strong mental fortitude? He was provoking him so much, yet he remained unfazed?!
He looked at Jiang Shiyu, who was sitting beside Murong Cheng. The young girl lowered her eyes. Her skin was fair, and her appearance was outstanding. Her thick eyelashes cast shadows beneath her eyelids, making her as beautiful as a porcelain doll.
After all, they had been together for five years. The thought of Jiang Shiyu possibly living with Murong Cheng made Su Jiamu's heart churn with jealousy.
"Mr. Murong, with five thousand yuan a month, can you afford to support Xia Xia? Xia Xia was famous for her beauty in high school. Nowadays, a girl's outfit or a handbag costs more than five thousand yuan. You wouldn't be forcing Xia Xia to wear clothes from a street stall, would you?"
At this point, it was obvious to everyone that Su Jiamu still cared about Jiang Shiyu. The sourness in his words filled the private room, and anyone could smell it.
"I have enough ability for that, so you don't need to worry. Xia Xia is your ex, so it's best to mind your own business regarding exes. Xia Xia is doing very well with me." As Murong Cheng spoke, he placed a piece of green vegetable into Jiang Shiyu's bowl.
Su Jiamu glanced at the piece of green vegetable and said meaningfully, "Xia Xia doesn't like to eat vegetables. She likes seafood, and seafood isn't cheap. Just eating vegetables won't do; she'll become malnourished."
Jiang Shiyu bit her lip. "I don't like to eat vegetables. My head is green enough. Picking vegetables from my head, I'm full. I never want to eat green food again in this lifetime!"
Jiang Shiyu was bold and sharp-tongued, and she hadn't changed in four years. To say such a thing in front of over thirty people, she clearly had no intention of saving Su Jiamu any face. No one was foolish; their breakup was sudden, and Su Jiamu was now engaged to Murong Xue, embracing the Murong family's influence. Everyone knew what had happened in between.
"I heard that Murong Xue is five months pregnant!"
"Oh my god, really? So, Su Jiamu was already involved with Murong Xue?"
"How pathetic. She was the class beauty, and she's being treated like this."
"Men these days are too realistic!"
Su Jiamu's face turned ashen, a look that could only be described as grim.
He couldn't believe Jiang Shiyu would retort against him for a man she had known for only a week.
It was as if their five years together were fake!
Su Jiamu stared intently at Jiang Shiyu, his eyes bloodshot.
Jiang Shiyu met Su Jiamu's questioning gaze with a cold look.
He was the one who climbed the ladder to a wealthy family, and he was the one questioning her now.
Murong Cheng treated her well.
Su Jiamu was making things difficult for Murong Cheng in front of so many people and expected her not to help Murong Cheng.
Absolutely impossible!
Regardless of whether she and Murong Cheng were married, just based on Murong Xue's pregnancy, she had been treated like a fool and kept in the dark. She would never forgive this man.
Her small hand, trembling slightly and cold on the table, was held by a man.
It was Murong Cheng.
The man's palm was large and warm, his five fingers wrapping around her small hand.
It warmed her completely.
Jiang Shiyu's trembling hand gradually calmed down. She looked up at the man beside her. "Aren't you angry?"
"That's what I should be asking you. If you don't like him, don't look. I'll make you fried sauce noodles when we get home."
Murong Cheng didn't force her to stay; he went along with her wishes.
Jiang Shiyu's eyes suddenly felt hot.
Her maternal grandfather had doted on her like a princess since childhood. Ten years ago, her grandfather passed away overnight. Her mother had died many years ago, and she had become a complete orphan.
This was the first time someone had cared about her like this since that day.
"Thank you, Murong Cheng. Although we've only known each other for less than ten days, you feel so familiar to me. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. And why are you so good to me? Even though your salary is low, you're handsome. There must be many rich women who want to keep you, so why did you choose me..."
If it weren't for the crowd, Jiang Shiyu would have burst into tears.
"I need to be responsible for you," Murong Cheng said in a low voice, his gaze slowly sweeping over Jiang Shiyu's face.
It was as if he were looking at his past self through her.
Jiang Shiyu was momentarily lost in thought until the class monitor's voice pulled her back.
"Let's have a good meal. Everyone calm down. Let's not talk about anything else and just enjoy the food!"
The class monitor smoothed things over, and all the classmates then let the matter go, happily picking up food and eating.
The class reunion felt like chewing on wax.
Since it was a rare gathering, Jiang Shiyu forced herself to finish the meal.
"Mr. Rong ordered such expensive dishes. Is Mr. Rong paying?"
As everyone prepared to leave, Li Jing suddenly chuckled and said.
Jiang Shiyu frowned and looked at Li Jing. This five-star hotel, two tables of dishes, and plenty of seafood – if they had to pay, it would be over ten thousand yuan.
Li Jing was clearly trying to embarrass Murong Cheng.
She bit her lip, about to say something, but Murong Cheng's expression remained unchanged. His stern, deep face was still indifferent. He turned his indifferent, cold eyes and glanced at Zhao Yao, who was beside Li Jing.
"Shut up! I'll pay! Stop yapping! I'll talk to you at home!"
Zhao Yao's face turned pale upon seeing Murong Cheng's expression. He turned and yelled at Li Jing.
Li Jing was extremely wronged. She didn't understand why her husband was acting like this today.
It was as if Murong Cheng were some noble person not to be offended!
She had been rebuked by Zhao Yao multiple times for trying to cause trouble.
The class monitor sighed and whispered to Jiang Shiyu, "What's wrong with Zhao Yao today? I heard he usually indulges Li Jing, but today he's scolding her like this. It's like he's possessed. Could he have finally seen the light?"
"Yes, it's really strange." A layer of confusion flickered in Jiang Shiyu's beautiful eyes. She looked up. "Rong... Husband, don't you think it's strange?"
"Mmm," Murong Cheng also looked down at her.
The man was much taller than her, almost two heads taller. When he looked down at her, Jiang Shiyu, from her angle, saw that the man didn't have a double chin when he looked down. His face was very taut, his features were sharp, and his facial structure was three-dimensional. The class monitor beside them also looked over. With just one glance, she was captivated. "Oh my god, Xia Xia, your taste in husbands is really good. I've never seen such a handsome man before."
She gave him a thumbs-up.
Finally, she couldn't resist adding, "I wonder if he's just a pretty face, all show and no substance?"
On the way back, Jiang Shiyu was still pondering the meaning of "pretty face, all show and no substance."
"What are you thinking about?" In the narrow confines of the car, Murong Cheng's deep voice sounded even more pleasant, like a magnetic tape playing a piano piece.