klisemfg Chapter 1008 You brat, you better take good care of yourself.
Chapter 1008 You brat, you better take good care of yourself.
Teng Zijing drove at breakneck speed, the roar of the engine tearing a hole in the night.
An Ran sat in the passenger seat, holding her phone in her hand. Jiang Chengyu's image on the screen swayed gently with the bumps of the car.
"While you're enjoying your romance, Mr. Jing, don't forget about our project," Jiang Chengyu chuckled, his tone laced with a hint of mockery.
"I can't get back here for a while, so I'll have to trouble you to take care of me."
Teng Zijing stared straight ahead, his expression hardening, and his tone solemn: "You brat, you better keep this up."
I'll keep an eye on things regarding the project, so you can rest assured.
Jiang Chengyu coughed twice and changed the subject: "Has the wedding date been set yet? I've saved up a big red envelope for you, just waiting to attend your wedding."
"I'm not in a hurry, why are you?" Teng Zijing raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, "Are you afraid I won't send you an invitation?"
Jiang Chengyu smiled, then changed the subject: "Judging from what you're saying, you're making such a fuss to cast a wide net and catch a big fish?"
Teng Zijing's lips curled into a smile: "Didn't the 'Gilded Club' run away last time? Look at those guys, none of them are easy to deal with."
"You suspect that Chang Haihe was responsible for the airport bombing?" Jiang Chengyu immediately became serious and began to investigate.
"The water is probably deeper than we thought," Teng Zijing said gravely.
"The fish that slipped through the net are not only from Changhai River, but may also involve higher-ups."
Now even my identity will probably be exposed soon! The several assassination attempts I've had are no accident.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Chengyu's tone became more worried: "Then you must be extra careful when you travel in the future. If you are not careful, the consequences could be unimaginable."
Unexpectedly, Teng Zijing changed the subject again, with a hint of smugness: "To be honest, being in the eye of the storm isn't all bad."
Look, Fengteng International's stock price has surged by more than 2.3 billion yuan, and other projects are also doing exceptionally well. Envious? Jealous?
Jiang Chengyu snorted dismissively: "Congratulations, congratulations. I'll say it again, you can just keep your happiness to yourself."
If you really need help, just say so. Don't try to carry everything alone.
"Yes, I know," Teng Zijing replied.
"That's all for now. Have a nice dinner, bye-bye." Jiang Chengyu waved.
An Ran smiled and replied, "See you later, President Jiang."
The screen went dark, and the car became quiet for a while, with only the sound of tires rubbing against the ground and the unknown wind blowing ahead as we drove forward.
After the video call ended, Jiang Chengyu suddenly felt an itch in his throat and couldn't help but cough softly, his chest aching slightly with each breath.
Mu Xiaoji immediately put down the spoon she was stirring the fish soup, quickly walked over, and reached out to help him:
"Since the bullet pierced his lung, he should take good care of himself, especially on such a cold day."
You sat with me by the river all day; you must have caught a chill.
"Go back inside and lie down. The fish soup will be ready soon; I'll bring it in for you."
Jiang Chengyu took his cold hand in his own, the warmth of his palm slowly soothing his skin.
He spoke softly, his tone reassuring: "I'm fine, don't make a fuss."
Mu Xiaoji opened his mouth, as if to say something, but in the end only managed a soft call: "Little demon beast..."
He pursed his lips, his eyes filled with complex emotions, but in the end he turned around, picked up the spoon and continued to stir the fish soup in the pot, the steam swirling around his profile.
Jiang Chengyu watched his retreating figure, remained silent for a moment, and then said softly, "Xiao Ji, I'll be fine resting here by myself."
Xiaoyue's ten months of pregnancy were not easy, and she has given birth some time ago now. It's time for you to go home and see her.
Women are most sensitive and in need of care and attention after childbirth; it's important to know that many cases of postpartum depression are caused by neglect from their husbands.
As a leading physician, you should know this better than I do.
Upon hearing Jiang Chengyu's misunderstanding, Mu Xiaoji abruptly looked up at him.
Her eyes held a hint of uncertainty, and her voice trembled slightly: "Then... little magical beast,"
"You...come home with me, okay? I'm afraid you've almost forgotten the way home all these years, haven't you?"
Jiang Chengyu's gaze darkened. He didn't reply, but simply turned and stepped out of the kitchen.
He walked towards the bamboo house, leaving behind the words, "I'm going back to my room to rest for a while. The fish soup is ready; could you please bring it inside?"
The crisp coughs and footsteps gradually faded into the distance. Mu Xiaoji gazed at the bubbling fish soup in the pot.
The spoon kept drawing circles in the pot, and white bubbles rippled on the surface of the porridge, just like his chaotic thoughts at that moment.
The wind outside rustled through the bamboo grove, making the atmosphere in the small kitchen even more somber.
Before long, the irresistible aroma of fish soup wafted out of the kitchen. Mu Xiaoji brought a porcelain bowl and ladled it full.
The porcelain bowl was scalding hot from the steam. He carefully carried it out of the kitchen and headed towards the bamboo house.
He walked slowly up the bamboo steps to the door. He kept rubbing his fingers and pinching his ears, trying to cool his burning fingers down.
When the door was opened, Jiang Chengyu was sitting behind his desk, holding a brush and writing intently. There were already many characters on the Xuan paper.
He entered the room, placed the fish soup on the round table in the center, tiptoed to the desk, and his gaze fell on the Xuan paper—
It turned out to be a long list of names with the surname Mu, including both boys and girls, written in a clear and elegant style, with the ink still having a slightly moist sheen.
"Look, Xiao Ji," Jiang Chengyu put down his brush, turned to him, and smiled.
"Take these names as a reference, and then carefully consider them yourself."
"A child with a good name will always have good fortune throughout their life." He then handed over the piece of paper.
Mu Xiaoji's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched tightly, his fingertips turning cold. He hesitated for a long time before taking the food.
Seeing him standing there in a daze, Jiang Chengyu urged again, "What are you standing there for? Take a look. If you don't like it, I'll help you think of something else."
Mu Xiaoji avoided his gaze and helplessly reached out to take the paper.
The names on the paper jumped into view one by one: "Mu Shuyao, Mu Zhixia, Mu Qingyuan, Mu Nianci... Mu Qinghe, Mu Zhiyao, Mu Shuyun, Mu Jingran..."
He murmured, his voice growing softer and softer, his face darkening as if something was pressing on his chest, causing him intense pain.
Jiang Chengyu noticed that something was wrong with his expression and asked with concern, "Don't you like it? It's okay, I'll find some more books to choose from."
"No need." Mu Xiaoji suddenly looked up, placed the list on the table, and said in a slightly tense voice.
"The fish soup is getting cold. Go and eat it while it's hot, so as not to disappoint me."
Seeing the resolute tone in his voice, Jiang Chengyu smiled and drawled out the last syllable:
"Okay. You wait here, I'll go get you a bowl and come back, we'll eat together."
"Little monster, you eat first, I'll get some myself." After saying that, Mu Xiaoji turned and left the room almost as if fleeing, her steps even a little unsteady.
After he left, Jiang Chengyu watched his flustered and desolate figure, then slowly sat down at the round table.
Looking at the steaming bowl of fish soup, he gently shook his head and muttered to himself:
"Xiao Ji is getting more and more picky. It seems I need to go through some ancient books and find some names that suit his taste better."
The wind outside the window swept through the bamboo tips, carrying the chill of winter, and made the window paper rustle softly.
Mu Xiaoji stood in front of the stove in the kitchen, staring at the remaining fish soup in the pot, her hands clenched into fists, her eyes swirling with a panic and struggle unknown to anyone.
Night fell like a piece of velvet soaked in ink, slowly spreading across the mountain valley. When Mu Xiaoji pushed open the door carrying a basin of steaming hot water for washing feet, Jiang Chengyu was staring blankly at the empty bowl.
"We were waiting for you to come back so we could have fish soup together. Why did you take so long?"
His words, though tinged with reproach, were laced with a playful tone. He looked up and smiled, saying, "I've already finished a bowl, and it's all digested."
Mu Xiaoji placed the basin of water beside the bed with a faint smile on her face.
"That basin of fish scale water that smells of blood needs to be cleaned up, right?"
Come here, here's some freshly boiled water. Soak your feet in it and go to bed early.
Tomorrow I'll go down the mountain to the hospital and get you some traditional Chinese medicine to protect your liver and lungs.
"No need, Xiao Ji, I'm almost fully recovered and don't need to take any more medicine," Jiang Chengyu said, but Mu Xiaoji pulled him down to sit on the edge of the bed.
Mu Xiaoji naturally squatted down and reached out to roll up his trouser leg.
"Hey? Xiao Ji, I can wash my feet myself." Jiang Chengyu quickly pulled his foot back and reached out to stop him.
"Little monster, please let me do it well?" Mu Xiaoji's voice was so soft it sounded like a plea or a sigh.
"I've been so happy these past few days, it feels like a dream."
Sometimes, when I can't feel your warmth, I feel like this little bamboo house will vanish into thin air at any moment.
Jiang Chengyu's outstretched hand paused, allowing Mu Xiaoji to carefully remove his shoes and socks.
He put his feet into the warm water; the water temperature was just right, just like Mu Xiaoji's tender affection at that moment, and the warmth crept up his heart little by little from the soles of his feet.
"Are you sure that squatting like this is comfortable with that metal thing?" Jiang Chengyu asked softly, looking at the position of his prosthetic leg. "Won't it feel heavy when you walk every day?"
Mu Xiaoji smiled, her fingertips gently stirring the water as she massaged Jiang Chengyu's ankles, saying:
"It has long become an indispensable part of my body, how could I complain about its weight?"
"Is that so..." Jiang Chengyu's voice lowered, tinged with guilt.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Ji. I was absent when you needed me the most, and not only that, I became your biggest burden."
Hearing Jiang Chengyu's heavy topic, Mu Xiaoji didn't respond, but silently helped him lift his ankle.
She then pulled a towel from her shoulder and carefully dried his feet. "Do you find life in the mountains boring?"
He stood up, moved the basin aside, and gestured for Jiang Chengyu to lie down.
He pulled the blanket over himself and continued, "Check the latest news on your phone, then go to sleep early."
After saying this, he picked up the basin of water and tiptoed out. The door closed gently behind him, leaving Jiang Chengyu alone in the room.
The wistful words of Mu Xiaoji still seemed to linger in my ears, gently rippling in the silence along with the occasional gust of wind passing by the window.