She instinctively opened her arms and pulled Che Che into an embrace.
"Mommy, I missed you so much. Daddy said you don't remember me, is that true? Mommy, don't scare me, *wuwuwu*."
As Che Che spoke, his lower lip trembled with sadness, and tears began to fall.
When Jiang Shiyu looked up, her eyes held a look of confusion.
"He is your biological son."
Murong Cheng spoke faintly, his voice filled with a profound depth that invited contemplation.
"Son?" Jiang Shiyu looked at the little boy before her with disbelief.
"Mommy, I'm Che Che. Mommy, do you really not remember Che Che?"
The little one then nudged his fluffy head against Jiang Shiyu's chest.
"Mommy, even though there was a car accident, it seems Mommy's tofu tastes even better now..."
The little one mumbled this while nuzzling.
"Come here!" Murong Cheng's forehead veins bulged. He grabbed the back of the little boy's collar and pulled him over.
"No, no, Daddy, you're a bad guy! You eat tofu yourself, I want to eat Mommy's tofu too..."
Che Che struggled with all his might, trying to move towards Jiang Shiyu, but Murong Cheng held him firmly, preventing him from moving even an inch.
"*Wuwuwuwu*, Daddy is such a big bad guy! I hate Daddy!"
Che Che wailed, then tearfully reported to Jiang Shiyu, "Mommy, Daddy is bullying me!"
"Alright, you were crying to see Mommy, and now you've seen her. Let's go home!"
Murong Cheng pulled Che Che and walked towards the exit.
"No, no..."
No matter how much Che Che struggled, he was ruthlessly taken away.
Less than two seconds after the man and child left, a faint laugh echoed in the ward.
Jiang Shiyu was discharged after a week of recuperation.
Upon returning to Jing Yuan, she felt as though the place was unfamiliar. She scanned her surroundings, as if looking at a strange place.
"You'll slowly remember this place later. This is our marital home."
"Mhm..."
As Jiang Shiyu was not yet in a condition to return to work, Murong Cheng told her to rest at home. However, Jiang Shiyu suddenly expressed a desire to visit his company.
Although he didn't know why this little woman had a sudden whim, he agreed without hesitation.
Murong Cheng held Jiang Shiyu's hand as they appeared at Ling Sheng Group. As they walked through the lobby, almost everyone who saw them stopped and stared.
"Have the President and his wife reconciled?"
"Don't talk nonsense. They never had any disagreements; it's all the irresponsible media spreading rumors."
An Yan, following behind Murong Cheng, heard these voices and quickly clarified.
Murong Cheng's office occupied a vast area of nearly a hundred square meters. Being on a high floor, it offered a wide view and abundant light. Even the floor-to-ceiling windows were bright and clean, without a single water stain.
"I have a meeting at half-past nine. An Yan will buy breakfast later. Eat and then rest for a while. If you miss me, give me a call."
Murong Cheng made a gesture for calling and then left the office with his documents.
Watching the man's tall and broad back disappear from view.
Jiang Shiyu looked around the room and then stood up, walking towards the safe.
When An Yan knocked and entered, Jiang Shiyu was sitting on the sofa, fiddling with the small ornaments on the coffee table.
"The President instructed that you like Chinese food, so I specially bought you all sorts of Chinese breakfast. Please take a look and see what you'd like to eat."
An Yan placed the purchased breakfast on the table. There were many varieties, all of her favorite flavors.
Jiang Shiyu thanked her faintly.
After breakfast, before long, Jiang Shiyu left the company.
An Yan saw Jiang Shiyu into the car and let out a heavy sigh.
She had heard that the Madam had lost her memory and thought she would be difficult to serve. Fortunately, it was alright.
An Yan turned and went back upstairs to prepare the documents and files Murong Cheng needed for next week's meeting.
The safe was located in the cabinet next to Murong Cheng's desk.
Upon reaching the safe, she discovered that the cabinet door outside the safe was slightly ajar.
An Yan frowned. Had she forgotten to close the door last time?
Without overthinking it, she entered the password and opened the cabinet door, revealing the main body of the safe.
She entered the password, and the safe door opened.
She intended to retrieve the files, but after searching, all the files were there, except for the most important one, which was missing.
It's over!
An Yan felt as though the world was collapsing, her face turning pale.
She frantically searched several more times but still could not find the file.
How could this be?!
She clearly remembered putting the file in place last time!
Could it be...
Stolen?!
An Yan dismissed this absurd thought.
How could it be?
Let alone the office being equipped with infrared alarm systems.
She sat at her secretary's desk outside the office for twelve hours a day.
No suspicious personnel could have entered.
Even the cleaning staff who came to clean were closely monitored by her.
Because Murong Cheng had severe洁癖 (cleanliness obsession), meetings were held in the conference room.
It could be said that in all these years, the number of people who had entered Murong Cheng's office could be counted on one's fingers.
This file was related to a recent case...
In recent times, the only people who had entered Murong Cheng's office were Jiang Shiyu.
But why would Jiang Shiyu steal files?
Jiang Shiyu was Murong Cheng's wife.
But if it wasn't Jiang Shiyu, then who could it be...
An Yan frantically tugged at her hair, feeling as though she was going mad.
At this point, she could only inform Murong Cheng. What if Murong Cheng had taken it himself?
Thinking this, An Yan anxiously awaited Murong Cheng's return from the meeting.
As soon as the meeting ended, the man returned to his office.
Pushing the door open, he saw only An Yan in the office, and his gaze instantly turned cold.
"She's gone back?"
An Yan, however, was unfazed. "President, did you take that confidential file?"
"Isn't the confidential file in the safe?" As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Cheng's brow furrowed deeply. "It's lost?"
An Yan's face turned ashen. "I was just about to organize the files, and it mysteriously disappeared."
"Surveillance."
"I've checked. Only Madam entered and exited your office..."
After speaking, An Yan felt the man's sharp gaze on her, like thorns pricking her skin, and she quickly explained.
"No, no, President, I'm not saying Madam stole the file. After all, what use would Madam have in stealing files? It's just that recently, only Madam, you, and I have entered. Even if you gave me ten lives, I wouldn't dare to steal files!"
She was plain-looking and had been rejected by many companies due to her appearance.
It was Murong Cheng who gave her a job and assigned her to his side.
Murong Cheng was her great benefactor; she would never betray company internal information.
"Retrieve the surveillance."
Murong Cheng opened the computer on his desk.
An Yan understood immediately and quickly retrieved the external surveillance footage and sent it to Murong Cheng.
Since Murong Cheng's office did not have internal surveillance, it could only show who entered and exited his office.