"What a pity, to be gone at just seven years old."
"Who's to say otherwise? If they hadn't been so arrogant in their daily life, this wouldn't have happened."
"That brat, I saw him at the banquet. Truly arrogant and overbearing, looking down on everyone."
Even from a distance, Jiang Shiyu could clearly see the situation over there.
In an instant, cold sweat poured down her back.
This man was so calm. Could it be, as Song Yu had said, that Murong Cheng was behind all of this?
But if Murong Cheng had planned it all, there would be no need to demand such a high ransom of two billion.
Now, with nothing gained and everything lost, it made no sense.
Or perhaps Murong Cheng only wanted to clear his name, so he came up with the demand for two billion to distance himself from the matter.
But this man...
Jiang Shiyu suddenly realized that she felt like she was meeting this man for the first time.
After leaving the Murong family and returning to Jingyuan, Jiang Shiyu slept through the afternoon.
When Jiang Shiyu woke up, the sun was setting, and the room was dim with no light.
She turned on the floor lamp and heard the patter of rain outside the window.
Zhao Shuyao's call came in, and Jiang Shiyu went downstairs to open the door.
"Wow, I didn't expect it to rain so heavily in Haicheng in the autumn. I'm freezing!"
Zhao Shuyao took off her raincoat, shaking the raindrops from her umbrella.
As the door opened, Jiang Shiyu realized how heavily it was raining outside.
On a night like this, the rain was perfect for washing away all evidence and traces of a crime.
Jiang Shiyu stared blankly for a moment.
"Shiyu, darling, what's wrong? Come inside quickly!" Zhao Shuyao pulled Jiang Shiyu back to reality and closed the main door.
Jiang Shiyu went into the kitchen and made Zhao Shuyao a cup of hot tea.
"Wow, Shiyu, darling, you're so thoughtful. I love you!" Zhao Shuyao made a heart shape with her fingers.
"Why did you come over in such heavy rain? Is something urgent?" Jiang Shiyu sat down next to Zhao Shuyao.
Zhao Shuyao took a sip of the hot tea, put down the cup, and held the rim of the cup.
"Shiyu, darling, everyone outside is saying that Murong Cheng killed his own brother. They all say Murong Cheng staged this kidnapping himself, but the police can't find any clues, no evidence to prove that Murong Cheng killed his brother."
"Speaking of which, with Rong Hao dead, Murong Cheng is definitely the beneficiary. After all, Murong Cheng's father is in a vegetative state in the hospital, and Old Mrs. Rong has passed away. The old master is already advanced in age. Mr. Murong is the only son of the second generation, with no other siblings. After Murong Cheng's elder brother died, only Murong Cheng remained. If Rong Hao hadn't been born seven years ago, Murong Cheng would have been firmly seated on the throne!"
"Since Hao Hao was born seven years ago, Song Yu became even more arrogant, relying on the birth of this son. Unfortunately, good times don't last. Who would have thought Rong Hao would die tragically! Perhaps if Song Yu had been more low-key, Rong Hao might have lived longer!"
Zhao Shuyao sighed at this point.
The Murong family was the foremost family in Haicheng, not nouveau riche, but wealthy for generations. They not only had strength but also heritage, with a stable position that could not be shaken.
Who wouldn't covet such a prominent family? Let alone Song Yu, who married into the Murong family.
It was just that Song Yu never imagined that a love child would appear out of nowhere.
"Now that Hao Hao is dead, Song Yu has lost her last bargaining chip and can't compete with Murong Cheng at all!"
Listening to Zhao Shuyao, Jiang Shiyu didn't know whether she felt sad or happy.
"This is good for you. No matter what others think, it's only beneficial for you and Murong Cheng. Those rumors outside will fade with time!" Zhao Shuyao thought Jiang Shiyu was unhappy because she was worried about gossip, so she quickly held her hand to comfort her.
"Let's not talk about me. How about you? How have you been these past few days?"
"Me..." Zhao Shuyao was speechless.
She was happy as long as Huo Yanxue didn't come to trouble her.
But these past few days, Liang Xiang and Qin Yusheng seemed to be deliberately appearing at the coffee shop together.
Whatever Liang Xiang drank, Qin Yusheng wanted the same. Even if Liang Xiang sent roses, Qin Yusheng also sent roses, ninety-nine hundred and ninety-nine of them, as if deliberately provoking Liang Xiang.
Jiang Shiyu raised an eyebrow, "How does it sound like Qin Yusheng has changed his mind?"
"Bullshit! Qin Yusheng is just petty and is deliberately going against Liang Xiang. Who knows, he might take his anger out on me any day now. I'm taking leave every day and don't even dare to go to the coffee shop anymore."
Zhao Shuyao felt like her head was about to explode.
Living like this day after day, she couldn't live a normal life at all.
Jiang Shiyu chuckled, "Are you hungry? I'll cook you some noodles."
"Okay, okay, Shiyu, darling, I want egg noodles!"
"Mmm." Jiang Shiyu walked into the kitchen. Although she wasn't very good at cooking, she knew how to make simple noodles.
Seeing that Jiang Shiyu wasn't wearing an apron, Zhao Shuyao helped her put one on.
"Hehehe, Shiyu, darling, your slender waist makes me want to take advantage of you!"
Zhao Shuyao hugged Jiang Shiyu from behind.
She didn't realize that the man had returned and was standing at the kitchen entrance, looking at the scene in the kitchen with a slightly gloomy expression.
"Oh no! You found out! Since you found out, I won't hide it anymore. In fact, Shiyu and I are the real couple. Her marriage to you back then was just to hide the fact that we love each other!"
Zhao Shuyao noticed Murong Cheng standing outside the kitchen.
At Zhao Shuyao's words, Jiang Shiyu realized that Murong Cheng had returned at some point.
Even though he was wearing a raincoat, his windbreaker and stray hairs were dotted with water droplets, and his entire body seemed to exude a chill.
"You're back. Go take a shower."
Jiang Shiyu said, adding a little more noodles to the bowl.
The man responded in a deep voice and went upstairs.
"He's probably angry, isn't he? Why is he so gloomy?"
Zhao Shuyao worried that her joke had gone too far and covered her mouth nervously.
Jiang Shiyu scooped out the noodles, "You eat the noodles first, I'll go up and check."
Murong Cheng's mood seemed a bit off today.
In the master bedroom, Jiang Shiyu pushed open the door and heard the sound of water from the bathroom. She walked towards the bathroom. The room door was ajar. Jiang Shiyu stood at the doorway and coughed, "Where did you go today? Are you hungry?
Have a bowl of noodles later and get some sleep!"
Inside, the sound of rushing water continued, with no response.
Strange, he wasn't in there?
Jiang Shiyu pushed the door open and walked in. As she was searching for the man, her wrist suddenly tightened, and she was pulled inside.
Jiang Shiyu, soaking wet, was carried into the bathroom.
She heard the man's low chuckle from above.
Jiang Shiyu's small face flushed red, and she clenched her fists, "You... you did that on purpose!"
This man was clearly in the bathroom but didn't make a sound!
Zhao Shuyao finished the noodles and looked upstairs. Seeing no movement, she seemed to understand something. She washed the bowls herself and quietly left.
Alas!