Su Ziyue tearfully accused Jiang Shiyu. Hearing the sound of a car door opening behind her, Su Ziyue cried even harder.
Jiang Shiyu watched Su Ziyue cry with cold eyes, not noticing the man who had gotten out of the car.
By the time she realized, Murong Cheng was already standing behind Su Ziyue.
After nearly a month, Murong Cheng's injuries had healed. Although he was severely injured in the car accident, he had been admitted to a top private hospital in Haicheng and used the world's most advanced rehabilitation equipment. After half a month of lying down, he was able to have his cast removed and walk.
The man before her showed no signs of having been in a car accident.
"Husband, look at her. You helped her, and she's turned the tables on you, stealing Cheche. What if something happens to Cheche?"
Su Ziyue threw herself into Murong Cheng's arms, her face streaked with tears, utterly heartbroken.
Normally, Murong Cheng would push Su Ziyue away at this moment, but this time, he didn't. He even raised his arm and placed it behind Su Ziyue, patting her gently twice.
Jiang Shiyu's pupils trembled as she watched the man's familiar actions, and she took half a step back.
Even though she knew he was acting this way because of his amnesia, her heart still ached uncontrollably.
She had told herself many times that her marriage to Murong Cheng was a sham, that she only wanted to reclaim her grandfather's property.
Why, then, did her heart feel as if it were blocked by a huge stone, making it impossible to breathe when she saw Murong Cheng holding another woman?
Her hands, hanging at her sides, clenched into tight fists.
The tips of her fingers dug into the flesh of her palms, the sharp pain transforming the heartache.
Jiang Shiyu pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, suppressing the discomfort.
She smiled faintly.
"Mr. Rong, please take a good look at the surveillance. Cheche ran to me because he was being abused by his biological mother. Yet, in Miss Su's words, I've become a criminal who kidnapped a child?"
"Mommy?"
Cheche rubbed his sleepy eyes. Hearing the commotion, he walked downstairs, yawning, and called out to Jiang Shiyu.
Su Ziyue, however, thought Cheche was calling her and rushed over, hugging him.
"My child, you made Mommy so worried. Mommy is here, Mommy is here. Good boy, don't be afraid, no one can bully you."
Su Ziyue held Cheche in her arms, appearing very concerned for him.
When Su Ziyue touched him, Cheche's face turned red. He struggled with his hands and feet, "Let go of me! Let go of me! You're not my mommy! I don't want you!"
Saying this, he used his foot to push Su Ziyue's face, kicking her away.
Su Ziyue let out a scream and fell backward onto the ground.
She looked at the little boy in front of her in disbelief.
"Cheche, Mommy is here to pick you up. Don't be afraid. Did Jiang Shiyu threaten you? Mommy will take you away. Don't be afraid of Jiang Shiyu. With Mommy here, she wouldn't dare bully you..."
"I don't want to! You old witch! I don't want to go back with you, you hit me!"
Cheche screamed and ran to Jiang Shiyu's side, hiding behind her and tightly gripping her clothes, refusing to come out.
Su Ziyue hadn't expected this little brat to dare embarrass her in front of Murong Cheng, and her expression turned ugly.
"Cheche! Stop being willful. Come home with Mommy quickly!"
Seeing that Cheche wouldn't go with her, Su Ziyue stepped forward herself, grabbed Cheche's hand, and tried to pull him away.
Unexpectedly, Cheche, unwilling to yield, bit Su Ziyue's hand.
Su Ziyue cried out in pain and let go.
Cheche, taking advantage of Su Ziyue's pained release, ran back to Jiang Shiyu's side, hiding behind her and hugging her tightly, burying his face in her embrace.
As if afraid of being taken away by Su Ziyue again.
"What is it, Miss Su? Cheche is truly your biological son, so why is he not close to you at all? Is it because you usually abuse him?"
Jiang Shiyu said with a half-smile, glancing at the man beside her meaningfully.
Su Ziyue, afraid of being exposed by Jiang Shiyu, leaned against the man pitifully and shook Murong Cheng's arm twice.
"Husband, look at Jiang Shiyu. I only just returned to the country, so naturally, I haven't spent as much time with Cheche as Jiang Shiyu. How can Jiang Shiyu be so presumptuous just because she's close to Cheche? It's too bullying. What did I do wrong? I just want my own biological son back..."
As Su Ziyue spoke, she buried her face in the man's arms and cried piteously.
Jiang Shiyu shielded Cheche behind her and watched Su Ziyue's performance. "You say you didn't bully Cheche, but why is Cheche, such an affectionate child, so resistant to you? You know best what you've done to the child in private."
"You... you have the nerve to talk back! Children are blank slates. If you hadn't corrupted Cheche, he wouldn't be like this towards you. Ultimately, it's because you said something you shouldn't have to Cheche, and that's why my child is alienating me!"
Jiang Shiyu finally witnessed what it meant to shift the blame and bite back today.
She stared intently at Murong Cheng, wanting him to arbitrate the matter.
After comforting Su Ziyue, Murong Cheng finally looked up. He glanced at Jiang Shiyu, or rather, his gaze swept past Jiang Shiyu's face and landed on Cheche behind her. He extended his hand.
"Cheche, come here."
Cheche poked his little head out from behind Jiang Shiyu.
He looked at Jiang Shiyu, then at Murong Cheng.
His small hands still clung tightly to Jiang Shiyu's pants, refusing to let go.
Jiang Shiyu sighed helplessly, bent down, and held Cheche's small hand.
Before the paternity test results came out, she had no evidence or confidence to keep Cheche.
"Daddy, why have you changed so much from before? Don't be fooled by Aunt Su. Mommy is the woman you love!"
Su Ziyue panicked upon hearing this.
"Cheche, what nonsense are you talking about? I am your mommy. How can you call me Aunt Su? This bad woman is the aunt. I am your mommy. Mommy has never deceived your daddy. It's this bad woman who deceived you and Daddy."
"Get lost! You are all bad people! I know very well who my mommy is. I don't need you to point fingers here." Cheche said.
Jiang Shiyu smiled slightly, feeling a little warmer inside.
Su Ziyue frowned, thinking, damn little brat, I'll deal with you later.
"Someone." Murong Cheng beckoned, and someone walked in from outside. Without a word, they grabbed Cheche and left, completely disregarding the child's cries.
"What is this you're doing..." Jiang Shiyu stepped forward to stop them but was warned by Murong Cheng's cold gaze.
Murong Cheng turned and left.
Su Ziyue's lips curved into a slight smile. She made a throat-slitting gesture to one of the burly men and turned to leave.
Thus, Jiang Shiyu died without a sound.
Murong Cheng, who was leaving, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, an inexplicable sense of panic lingering at the tip of his heart.
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Su Ziyue asked with concern.
Murong Cheng shook his head. What was happening to him?!
From then on, Cheche and Murong Cheng would always argue endlessly whenever they met. Cheche also searched for his mother for many years, but the warm woman from his memories never reappeared.
Murong Cheng lived in a daze. No matter how Su Ziyue threatened or tempted him, he did not marry her. He always felt that his bride was not her.
But if not her, then who could it be?
He couldn't remember, but why did his heart always ache so much?!
The End.