The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

Chapter 990 Is Xue Meiniang really your wife?

The mountain night was bathed in the cool evening breeze, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the occasional soft rustling of leaves could be heard, creating a tranquil atmosphere that brought peace of mind.

After finishing her work in the kitchen, Mu Xiaoji used a towel to cover the medicine pot on the stove.

Pour out a small half bowl of warm, nourishing herbal soup and carefully carry it back to the small bamboo house.

He placed the medicine bowl on the bedside table, and the soft light shone on Jiang Chengyu's face.

The sleeping person was as serene as a child, long eyelashes casting soft shadows beneath their eyelids.

Mu Xiaoji's gaze lingered on his face for a long time.

He first took a towel and gently placed it under Jiang Chengyu's neck before picking up the medicine bowl.

He slowly stirred the medicine with a spoon, then blew on it until the temperature was just right.

"Little monster," he murmured softly, his voice so low he was afraid of disturbing the other.

"This is for moisturizing the lungs and relieving coughs, and it also contains ingredients to replenish qi and blood. Drink it while it's hot, and you'll recover faster."

He gazed at Jiang Chengyu's peaceful sleeping face, a hint of grievance welling up in his eyes.

"Can you talk to me for a bit? I haven't heard you speak in so long."

He tried to bring the soup spoon to Jiang Chengyu's lips, but as soon as it touched his lips, the medicine spilled out from the corner of his mouth.

Mu Xiaoji hurriedly wiped it off with a towel, her brows furrowing slightly. After a moment's hesitation,

He opened his mouth and took a sip of the herbal medicine, then leaned down and gently covered Jiang Chengyu's lips with his.

The nimble tip of her tongue probed into the other person's mouth, slowly transferring the medicine over.

Jiang Chengyu suddenly tasted a bitter flavor in his mouth, and his brows furrowed instantly.

Instinctively, I tried to turn my head away, but Mu Xiaoji's lips held me firmly in place.

His hazy consciousness gradually cleared amidst the bitter and warm touch, and he struggled to open his eyelids.

He bumped into Mu Xiaoji's eyes, which were so close, filled with both urgency and tenderness.

The moment their eyes met, they both froze. The air seemed to freeze, and the sound of the evening breeze blowing through the windowpane was exceptionally clear.

Mu Xiaoji remained bent over, the surprise in her eyes still lingering.

The bitterness on the tip of my tongue seemed to be diluted by this sudden eye contact;

Jiang Chengyu stared blankly at him, his consciousness seemingly not yet fully withdrawn from a deep sleep.

He felt that the person in front of him was very close, their breaths mingling, carrying the scent of medicine and his familiar aura.

Mu Xiaoji's kiss carried a long-suppressed longing, gradually transforming from a gentle touch into an irresistible sucking and demanding.

Jiang Chengyu was initially stunned, only to feel himself enveloped by a familiar aura.

The warmth of regaining what was lost made him feel dazed, unable to distinguish between a dream and reality.

Until Mu Xiaoji's lips and teeth slid down to his neck and gently bit his collarbone,

A slight stinging sensation instantly brought him back to his senses—this was not a dream.

"Xiao Ji... how did we end up in the bamboo hut?" His voice was hoarse from just waking up.

My gaze swept over the surrounding furnishings: bamboo tables and chairs, dried flowers hanging on the wall.

It clearly resembles the comforting little bamboo house from my memory.

Mu Xiaoji buried her face in the crook of his neck, her breath hot, and whispered as she rubbed against his skin:

"Little monster, this is not the original bamboo house, it's in the mountain valley of G City scenic area;

I discovered this place by chance; the tranquility here is so similar to that in a parallel universe.

I applied for special permission from the relevant departments and had this small bamboo house built specifically for the two of us, just like the original one.

Little monster, can you forgive my past arrogance? I know how much I hurt you. From now on, let me love you properly, okay?

Jiang Chengyu felt a warmth in his heart and reached out to stroke his hair. "You're so thoughtful... but..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Xiaoji had already grabbed his wrist, interlocked their fingers, and gently pressed it against the pillow.

"But what?" Mu Xiaoji looked up at him, her eyes full of doting affection.

"Tell me any ideas or suggestions you have, and I'll fulfill them all."

Jiang Chengyu suddenly coughed lightly, his body felt slightly weak, and he was somewhat powerless.

Mu Xiaoji immediately sat up nervously, her brows furrowed: "I'm sorry, little monster, did I hurt you?"

Jiang Chengyu shook his head, his gaze falling on the worried look on his face, and said softly:

"Xiao Yue... Xiao Yue is a good woman, you... you should treat her well."

Upon hearing this, Mu Xiaoji's lips curled up slightly, a hint of helpless smile on his face: "I know, I won't treat Sister Yue unfairly."

He leaned down, his forehead touching Jiang Chengyu's head, and his voice softened even more, "Little monster, get well soon."

Let's go home together to see the twins. You're so knowledgeable, can you help them come up with some nice names?

Jiang Chengyu was stunned for a moment, then looked blank: "Me? That's not a good idea."

You yourself are well-read and knowledgeable, aren't you? It would be more appropriate for you to choose the child's name yourself.

Mu Xiaoji smiled coquettishly and cupped his cheeks in her hands: "What's there to be modest about when it comes to naming the child? I won't be stingy with your duty."

His tone was stubborn and unyielding, yet the light in his eyes was as gentle as a pool of spring water.

"Once you're better, we'll bring the kids to stay here, and watch them toddle around the doorway, their steps faltering."

Let's take them to play by the mountain stream, shall we? The beautiful dream seemed to be right before my eyes.

Looking at the expectation in his eyes, Jiang Chengyu felt the bitterness in his heart gradually dissipate, and he softly hummed in agreement.

The moonlight streamed in through the bamboo window, falling on their clasped hands, warm and comforting.

As the two were immersed in their tender dreams of the future, Mu Xiaoji's phone suddenly vibrated, and Jiang Shuo's WeChat video request popped up on the screen.

He quickly got up, took out his phone, and saw that it was Jiang Shuo. He then carefully helped Jiang Chengyu, letting him lean against him, before clicking to answer.

Jiang Shuo, watching from the other side of the screen, immediately noticed Jiang Chengyu's pale face.

His brows furrowed immediately: "Little Daddy, how are you feeling now? Does your wound still hurt?"

Jiang Chengyu managed a faint smile, his voice still somewhat weak:

"It doesn't hurt anymore, don't worry. Don't you trust your dad's skills?"

"Huh?" Jiang Shuo's gaze swept across the background of the screen, the bamboo walls.

The mountains and forests are faintly visible outside the window. "Dad, where are you? It doesn't look like a hospital."

"Yes, I've taken my little daddy back to G City," Mu Xiaoji said softly, glancing down at the person in his arms.

Jiang Shuo's eyes lit up instantly, his voice full of surprise: "Dad, you brought Little Daddy back?"

But this place doesn't look like the Jinyang Villa. Where have you two been secretly enjoying yourselves together?

Mu Xiaoji had a faint smile on her lips as her fingertips gently caressed Jiang Chengyu's shoulder.

"I'll send you my location later, it's in a mountain valley in the scenic area."

"Why didn't you recuperate at Renxin Hospital? Why did you go to the mountains?" Jiang Shuo asked, puzzled. "It's so inconvenient in the mountains."

"Because I built a home for my father here, he feels more at ease recuperating here."

Mu Xiaoji's voice was gentle yet filled with an irrepressible happiness.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shuo understood and asked with a hint of complaint, "When did this happen?"

You didn't tell me anything, Dad, you're really something. I'm coming to see you tomorrow, is there anything I need to bring?

Jiang Chengyu quickly shook his head, his eyes filled with his usual tenderness and doting:

"Don't run around anymore, stay home and keep Mom and Grandma company. Someone has to stay home, so you'd better stay put!"

Mu Xiaoji nodded in agreement: "No need to bring anything, we have everything here. Taking good care of the house is the biggest help you can give us."

Jiang Shuo pursed his lips, but still obediently nodded: "Alright then."

You should all get some rest. Be sure to tell me if anything happens. Little Uncle, focus on recovering; don't worry about things at home.

"I understand," Jiang Chengyu replied, feeling a warm glow in his heart as he looked at his son's concerned expression on the screen.

After hanging up the video call, Mu Xiaoji lowered her head and kissed the top of Jiang Chengyu's head:

“Look at Jiang Shuo, how polite he has been while you raised him.”

Jiang Chengyu leaned against him, listening to his steady heartbeat, and softly hummed in agreement.

"Xiao Ji is very intelligent, so her child will naturally be just as good."

The wind outside the window rustled through the bamboo leaves, as if providing accompaniment to this moment of tranquility.

A moment later, a hint of novelty and excitement flickered in Jiang Chengyu's eyes as he looked at Mu Xiaoji:

"Xiao Ji, I'm getting moldy from lying around all day. Can you come out for a walk with me?"

"Wait a moment," Mu Xiaoji said, turning around and taking a soft fur cloak from the clothes rack.

She carefully draped the cloak over Jiang Chengyu and thoughtfully tied the straps, saying, "The night is deep and the dew is heavy in the mountain valley, don't catch a cold."

Jiang Chengyu pulled the cloak tighter and chuckled inadvertently, "Wearing this really does give me a feeling of going back to the past."

The two walked out of the room side by side and strolled in the quiet courtyard.

Looking up, the night sky is filled with a dazzling array of stars, and the Milky Way is clearly visible.

"The night sky is still brighter and the stars are more numerous in the mountains," Jiang Chengyu sighed softly, his tone filled with relief.

As they approached the gate, they both noticed a lamp lit up inside the bamboo house to the east.

"You were under intermittent observation in the intensive care unit when an unidentified person broke in."

"Master Jing specially dispatched armed forces to protect your safety. Several of them live over there to take care of you," Mu Xiaoji explained.

Jiang Chengyu looked at the dim yellow light shining through the window paper, which appeared particularly tranquil in the night.

In an instant, scenes from a parallel universe seemed to appear before my eyes—

Jiang Chengyu and Xue Meiniang were interacting intimately in that room.

Those vague yet clear conversations, like pebbles thrown into a lake, created ripples.

Mu Xiaoji and Jiang Chengyu seemed to be of one mind, their emotions stirred by the scene before them.

After a moment of silence, he finally asked, "Xue Meiniang... is she really your wife?"

Jiang Chengyu snorted softly, a complex smile playing on his lips: "Whether it is or not, does it still matter that much now?"

Mu Xiaoji stepped forward, stood in front of him, and tightly grasped his hands.

His gaze was earnest: "So, you deliberately distanced yourself from me before, was it so that I could feel at ease... receiving your heart and lung transplant?"

Jiang Chengyu's fingertips trembled slightly. He didn't answer, but his evasive eyes betrayed him.

“Little monster,” Mu Xiaoji’s voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

"If things turn out the way you want, you know what? I'll never be happy for the rest of my life."

A night breeze blew by, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, and also ruffled the edges of Jiang Chengyu's cloak.

He looked into Mu Xiaoji's eyes and remained silent for a long time.

She gently withdrew her hand, turned around, and looked at the starry sky: "Let bygones be bygones."

Mu Xiaoji, however, refused to let it go: "How could I not want to? You think you risked your life for mine?"

"You think I can live a peaceful life? Little monster, do you know how stupid you are?"

The final line, "Do you know how stupid you are?", carries both resentment and deep-seated pity.

Jiang Chengyu's shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly, but he didn't respond and walked straight towards the door.

As Mu Xiaoji watched his retreating figure, her chest felt tight, an indescribable tightness in her chest.

He knew that some knots couldn't be untied simply by saying "it's in the past."

But at least for now, he's still here—that's enough. The rest...

He is willing to wait patiently until the day he is willing to open his heart.

He stepped forward and gently took Jiang Chengyu's arm. Jiang Chengyu did not refuse and let him support him as they walked step by step toward the stream.

The night was still gentle, and the starlight fell on the two of them, as if quietly listening to this untold story.