Does he get jealous? Not just a little jealous; this man gets jealous of his own son.
Now, forget speaking to Si Han. Even a glance exchanged with another man would make Murong Cheng’s face darken.
She didn't even dare to contact Si Han…
Ruofeng had helped her so much, and now she couldn't contact Si Han, couldn't express her gratitude to him.
Jiang Shiyu sighed softly, "Grandpa, I understand."
Just as she was about to say more, a servant rushed up from behind. Before he could even catch his breath, he blurted out, "Master, Madam, it's not good! The banquet hall is in an uproar. Young Master Che and Young Master Hao are fighting over a toy…"
"What? Hurry, help me back. Don't hurt my little great-grandson!"
Haohao was Song Yu's child and Murong Cheng's younger brother. By seniority, he was the Master’s grandson. Cheche was Murong Cheng's biological son and the Master’s great-grandson.
The grandson and great-grandson were fighting, and the Master’s first thought was of Cheche.
It was no wonder. He had never seen Haohao act spoiled towards his grandfather. Even when facing his grandfather, Haohao carried himself with an arrogant air, looking down his nose at everyone.
It was likely due to Song Yu’s instigation and upbringing.
Jiang Shiyu’s eyes were filled with coldness as she helped the Master back to the hall. She saw many people gathered around the toy area and heard Cheche’s crying. The Master was heartbroken. He pushed through the crowd and went in, picking up Cheche.
"My good great-grandson, what happened? Tell Grandpa."
"Grandpa… he snatched my toy!" Cheche cried, his eyes red and swollen, curled up in Elder Murong's arms. His tear-streaked face was heart-wrenching.
"You’re lying! You’re the one who snatched my toy! Why are you playing the victim? This Murong family is all mine, all the toys are mine. What are you? A bastard! No mother!"
Haohao’s vicious insult, though he was only seven or eight years old, was ferocious and his little mouth was venomous.
Jiang Shiyu stared coldly at Haohao. She suddenly walked up to him and placed her hands on his shoulders.
Raising her arm, Jiang Shiyu slapped Haohao hard twice!
*Slap!*
*Slap!*
Two crisp sounds echoed. Haohao’s face instantly swelled up like a pig’s head.
"Jiang Shiyu! What are you doing?! Are you crazy?!"
Before everyone could recover from the shock of Jiang Shiyu’s slap, they heard Song Yu’s shriek.
Song Yu rushed over and shoved Jiang Shiyu hard.
Jiang Shiyu stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.
Murong Cheng, having heard the commotion, returned to the hall and saw this scene.
The man’s face instantly turned grim.
He then strode forward.
Song Yu was about to rush over and hug the wailing Haohao.
Murong Cheng had already reached Song Yu.
As Song Yu’s eyes focused on the man in front of her, the man’s strong, slender legs delivered a powerful kick.
"Ah—"
Song Yu fell to the ground, letting out a pig-like scream.
As if that wasn't enough to vent his anger, Murong Cheng stepped forward and kicked Song Yu fiercely in the abdomen.
"Ahhhhhh!" Song Yu cried out in pain, clutching her stomach and curling into a ball, like a snake struck at its seven inches.
Song Yu lay on the ground, rolling continuously, her screams piercing.
The surrounding people all took a few steps back, looking at the scene before them in horror.
They couldn’t believe Murong Cheng had kicked Song Yu.
Song Yu was the wife of the Qin family. Murong Cheng, though he controlled Ling Sheng Group, was still an illegitimate child. How dare he do such a thing in front of so many people?!
Murong Cheng looked coldly at Song Yu, who was writhing on the ground. His handsome, ruthless face showed no trace of pity.
He walked to Jiang Shiyu’s side, bent down, and lifted her from the ground.
"Wife, I'll take you to the hospital."
"It's nothing… just a few scrapes."
Jiang Shiyu instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
The warmth from the man’s body made her feel a little warmer.
"Why are you only arriving now? Cheche was being bullied, and I couldn't stand it, so I hit Song Yu, and then she pushed me down."
Thinking of the scene just now, Jiang Shiyu was still trembling violently.
Although Cheche was not her biological son, in her heart, he was no different from her own child.
Seeing Cheche being humiliated by Haohao like that, she could no longer tolerate it.
"No one can humiliate my child. Cheche is not a bastard; he is my good boy."
Jiang Shiyu’s eyes welled up slightly, her nose twitched, and she almost shed tears.
"I know, I know," the man coaxed patiently.
Jiang Shiyu snuggled into his embrace, "I want to go home."
"Okay, I'll take you home."
Murong Cheng, holding the woman in his arms, strode out with his long legs.
"Murong Cheng! How dare you kick me! Do you know the consequences?! You’re just an illegitimate son of the Murong family. You think you’re king just because you control Ling Sheng Group! I’m telling you, you’re dreaming! Once Haohao grows up, you’ll be useless!"
Song Yu endured the pain and shouted at Murong Cheng’s retreating back.
Murong Cheng dared to hit her in front of so many people, and he did it so ruthlessly.
She had lost all her dignity!
"As you wish. If you think you can shake my position, feel free to try!"
Murong Cheng didn't turn around. He simply threw back a cold remark and, carrying the woman in his arms, walked away leisurely. His back was straight, his steps firm, showing no fear of Song Yu’s threat.
Song Yu felt like she had punched a stone. Not only did the stone not crack, but her hand was also bleeding.
Elder Murong, holding Cheche, also walked out, "Grandpa will take you home. Don't cry, don't cry."
The servants saw this and went to help Song Yu up.
Song Yu flung their hands away and stood up from the ground.
What was this little humiliation? She, Song Yu, had reached her current position, and she had never feared anyone's humiliation.
"My apologies, everyone. Please be seated and enjoy the meal."
Song Yu smiled, enduring the pain in her abdomen, and looked at the guests with a smile. Even though everyone’s gaze was strange, she acted as if she didn’t see it, her smile unwavering.
Back at Jingyuan, Jiang Shiyu’s first priority was to get ice packs for Cheche.
Cheche’s cheeks were swollen from Haohao’s beating. After more than ten minutes of icing, the little one was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open.
When Cheche fell asleep, Jiang Shiyu carried him back to her room.
As she walked out and closed the door to the children’s room, Jiang Shiyu finally felt the pain in her arm.
She had been pushed hard by Song Yu. Although she wasn’t seriously injured, her arm was scraped, and her wrist bone still ached a little.
Lifting her arm, she saw a clear bruise.
Jiang Shiyu went downstairs and found that Murong Cheng had gone out at some point. He was standing at the entrance, putting on slippers, holding a heavy medicine box.
"Come, let me put medicine on it for you."
Murong Cheng carried the medicine box and sat down on the sofa.