Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 74 saw Jiang Liwu's investigation data and lost control.

Although she was praising Lin Qingwan, her smile was forced because she knew that the person being praised was not her, but Jiang Liwu.

Secretary Chen: "Ms. Lin will have to work even harder from now on."

Lin Qingwan shook her head. "It's nothing, it's just my job."

After returning home, Lin Qingwan frantically cooked eight-treasure porridge, over and over again. Although every servant and bodyguard in the Si family praised it highly, Lin Qingwan was still not satisfied.

She couldn't believe that someone who had been an expert in ingredients for many years would lose to a woman who suddenly appeared and offered to deliver food to Si Mocheng.

However, when Lin Qingwan confidently presented her supposedly perfect answer after a day and night of hard work, Si Mocheng slapped her in the face. After just one bite, Si Mocheng put down his spoon and frowned.

Si Mocheng couldn't understand why the same eight-treasure porridge, made by the same person, tasted so different.

Seeing that Si Mocheng had already pronounced the eight-treasure porridge dead without even taking a second bite, Lin Qingwan's face turned pale, her eyes were dark and bloodshot, and she was really unwilling to accept this result. "Young Master, is it not to your liking?"

Si Mocheng raised his eyes, his gaze inscrutable and probing. "You changed the formula?"

Lin Qingwan was speechless for a moment, "I..."

"Alright, you can go out now. Have Secretary Chen make you a cup of coffee." Si Mocheng looked away, a faint light reflecting off the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

Lin Qingwan had no choice but to leave.

When Secretary Chen came in, she placed a cup of strong black coffee next to Si Mocheng.

Si Mocheng picked up the glass and drank it, downing a third of it directly. The bitterness stimulated his taste buds, filling his mouth and causing some discomfort in his stomach, but he didn't care.

Secretary Chen couldn't help but advise, "Mr. Si, drinking too much black coffee is bad for your health. Please drink less."

He quickly noticed the untouched eight-treasure porridge. "Mr. Si, this porridge?"

"Get rid of it." Si Mocheng's face was cold and sharp as he typed on the computer.

"Huh?" Secretary Chen was puzzled, but still immediately carried out the order. "Okay."

Didn't President Si really like it yesterday? This doesn't make sense.

"I've investigated the person you asked me to look into, Mr. Si." Secretary Chen put down the investigation materials on Jiang Liwu.

"Hmm." Si Mocheng glanced at his watch and gave the order: "Notify all departments to hold a meeting in ten minutes." He then fixed his gaze on the computer screen without even glancing at the investigation data.

Secretary Chen respectfully replied, "Yes."

He carried the thermos out, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation, feeling that he was in for a treat today. As soon as he tasted the eight-treasure porridge, Secretary Chen commented, "It's quite delicious!" It was definitely at the level of a star chef, but the smell seemed a little different from yesterday's.

Si Mocheng reached out and picked up the coffee again, while his other hand remained on the keyboard, before switching to the mouse.

He quickly skimmed through several documents, his hand even reaching past the quietly lying investigation data. A cross-border phone call came in, and he got up and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, further away from the investigation data.

Si Mocheng spoke with a perfect London accent, elegant and charming, magnetic and sexy, as he effortlessly confirmed a series of matters with his partners.

He looked down at the scenery outside the window, one hand in his pocket, surveying everything like a king strategizing from afar.

The call ended quickly and pleasantly, and another phone rang on his desk.

As he strode back, Si Mocheng naturally switched to fluent French when he answered the phone.

Every minute of his life was filled with the sound of money flowing.

When it came to interests, Si Mocheng showed a tough and unyielding attitude, driving his opponents into a retreat. His hand was on the investigation materials, which happened to cover Jiang Liwu's photo. He raised his hand with confidence and casually lowered his gaze until he saw Jiang Liwu's name.

Yaqing's eyelashes trembled.

The next second, he slowly moved his fingers away one by one, and the photo was gradually revealed, with the face of the person in the photo also imprinted in his eyes.

Si Mocheng opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The phone suddenly slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a thud.

He grabbed the document with both hands, staring intently at the tiny photo, barely two fingers wide. The familiar features instantly reddened Si Mocheng's eyes. His gaze was filled with shock, his pupils dilating rapidly in shock. "Impossible..."

Several photos were scattered in the interlayer. Si Mocheng reached out to grab them, but his hand went awry and he couldn't catch any of them. He hurriedly knelt down on one knee to pick them up.

The photos above are candid snapshots of everyday life, which makes the people in them even more vivid.

One of the photos shows her facing the camera, seemingly unconcerned about being photographed without her consent. She even manages a captivating smile, and the light emanating from her obsidian eyes is both steady and confident, full of magic.

Si Mocheng's eyes reddened even more. He shook his head with difficulty, his throat hoarse, "This is absolutely impossible."

He began excitedly flipping through the documents, reading every line word by word, not missing a single piece of information.

When he learned that Jiang Liwu was twenty years old, her parents were still alive, she was the only child pampered by her family, she graduated from Imperial University, she had never touched a gun, and she had no experience in crossing primeval forests or uninhabited areas, he knew that this person was definitely not his stepmother.

If my stepmother is really still alive, she should be forty years old, and it's impossible for her to still be as young as I remember her.

Her stepmother once said she was an orphan.

He graduated from a closed military academy.

My stepmother has handled all types of weapons.

His familiarity with the harsh rainforest environment enabled him to survive in the treacherous, man-eating wilderness.

"Not a stepmother." Si Mocheng emphasized the words, also reminding himself to calm down.

But he couldn't calm down at all. His brain was burning hot. Even just the resemblance threw him into a panic, causing him to lose his composure and collapse completely.

Secretary Chen knocked and entered, "The meeting with General Manager Si can begin."

He was shocked to see Si Mocheng kneeling on the ground, trembling all over. "President Si!" He ran over and helped him up, thinking that Si Mocheng had lost his strength due to a stomach ailment.

The next second, Si Mocheng grabbed his collar with bloodshot eyes, "Didn't I say that you have to report anything important to me?!"

"You saw Jiang Liwu's face a long time ago, you knew what she looked like, why didn't you tell me? Why?" Si Mocheng roared, approaching like a lion out of control, veins bulging on his forehead.

Secretary Chen raised her hands, her eyes filled with terror, "Mr...Mr. Si?" Cold sweat poured down her back.

"What else do you know? Tell me, tell me!"

"I...I...I..." Secretary Chen stammered repeatedly. He wasn't familiar with Jiang Liwu either, having only met her a few times.

His mind raced in a chaotic frenzy, and suddenly he remembered something and immediately said, "I've heard Master Wei call Jiang Liwu 'teacher,' that's right, 'teacher.'"