klisemfg Chapter 989 Silly and Adorable
Chapter 989 Silly and Adorable
In the vast church chamber of the United States, the air seemed to solidify into lead, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
The high dome cast a dim light, making Andy Colles' figure appear even more somber.
He sat in the main seat of the hall, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the armrest, his eyes swirling with lingering resentment.
On either side of him, his subordinates were all silent, heads bowed, not daring to look him in the eye, their faces showing varying degrees of fear.
In the center of the hall, a burly man knelt on the cold ground.
A trembling voice pleaded, "Boss, please forgive me, I didn't mean to make a mistake."
And for the sake of saving you in your time of crisis, I will give my subordinate a chance to atone for his sins!
You know, if Kate hadn't insisted on protecting that guy, he would be dead already!
As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the front row immediately stood up and cautiously echoed, "Boss, please give George another chance."
His reconnaissance ability is second to none in our area. Although there were some oversights in the last operation, casualties were inevitable in the confrontation.
Moreover, Andreas is still holding our goods, and we urgently need manpower to retrieve them.
At this critical juncture, we truly cannot do without a capable person like him; please reconsider.
The council chamber was deathly silent, with only the man's echo lingering in the empty hall.
Andy Coles remained silent, his gaze sweeping sharply over the kneeling George like that of a hawk.
The gaze then fell upon the person who rose to plead for mercy, the coldness in their eyes...
Everyone held their breath; no one dared to utter another word.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and cold, like a poisoned ice blade: "Opportunity? Haven't I given you enough opportunities?"
George, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled violently and lowered his forehead even further.
Andy Coles's gaze slowly shifted to the window, seemingly peering through the thick walls.
He spotted a distant figure, his tone carrying a hint of inscrutable obsession:
“Kate…is my savior, and someone I, Andy Coles, have always held dear in my heart.”
Now that their fate is unknown, how can you expect me to show leniency to someone who killed the person I love most?
His fingers tightened suddenly, and the armrest made a slight "creaking" sound.
The low pressure inside the hall grew increasingly intense, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.
Cold sweat trickled down George's face as he pleaded in a trembling voice:
"Boss, I'll go back to Kunming right now and bring Kate back to you from the hospital. Please, I beg you, have mercy on me!"
Andy Coles' eyes suddenly lit up, he sat up slightly, and a cryptic smile appeared on his lips:
“That’s a good idea.” He then waved his hand, indicating that George could leave.
George felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled out of the council chamber.
Meanwhile, a camouflage helicopter was cutting through the azure sky, heading towards G City.
Inside the cabin, Jiang Chengyu lay on a stretcher, still wearing an oxygen mask, with simple monitoring equipment attached to his body, and his breathing was steady.
Mu Xiaoji sat to the side, her gaze fixed on his face, her hands tightly holding his right hand that wasn't receiving an IV, trying to transfer some strength with her own warmth.
"We have arrived at the scenic mountain range of G City and are preparing to land," the captain's voice came through the walkie-talkie.
Mu Xiaoji nodded, her fingertips gently stroking the back of Jiang Chengyu's hand.
The helicopter landed smoothly on a wide-open grassy area, exactly where he had designated it in advance.
The cabin door opened, and medical staff carefully carried the stretcher off the plane, following Mu Xiaoji toward a small bamboo house in the mountains not far away.
The armed men sent by Teng Zijing quickly dispersed and conducted a thorough search of the surrounding area.
They quickly set up a tight security perimeter around the bamboo house to ensure there were no safety hazards.
Mu Xiaoji pushed open the door of the bamboo house, and a fresh scent of grass and trees wafted towards him.
Dr. Liu looked around and exclaimed, "This place is so quiet!"
It's definitely a great place for health and wellness, but I wonder if it's inconvenient to buy daily necessities?
Mu Xiaoji smiled and said, "These are not problems. There are plenty of fresh ingredients in the mountains."
The nurse next to him asked curiously, "Mr. Mu, why did you choose such a place for Mr. Jiang to recuperate?"
Mu Xiaoji's gaze swept over the furnishings in the room, her tone gentle:
"I renovated this place later, based on where President Jiang lived when he was a child. He should be very happy to see it when he wakes up."
Another nurse couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, the place where President Jiang lived as a child is so picturesque!"
After settling Jiang Chengyu into bed, connecting the equipment they brought, and making all the necessary arrangements,
Mu Xiaoji walked to the door and instructed Lu Feng, "Lu Feng, could you please see Dr. Liu and the others off to their flight back home?"
"Yes, Mr. Mu," Lu Feng replied.
Dr. Liu stepped forward to shake hands with Mu Xiaoji and say goodbye: "Goodbye, Mr. Mu. I wish Mr. Jiang a speedy recovery."
Mu Xiaoji nodded and watched the medical staff leave with Lu Feng.
Only when the roar of the helicopter gradually faded into the distance did they gently close the door of the bamboo house.
Only he and Jiang Chengyu remained in the room. Outside the window, the mountain wind rustled through the leaves, and it was so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.
Mu Xiaoji sat on the edge of the bed, tucked the blanket around Jiang Chengyu, and whispered, "Little monster, we're home."
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the bamboo window, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Everything seemed to be gently enveloped by time, waiting for a moment of awakening.
In the picturesque bamboo courtyard, wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys, creating a scene of idyllic beauty.
Not far from the entrance, a stream flows gently, passing through the crevices of rocks in the forest, creating shimmering ripples.
Mu Xiaoji walked out of the main gate, looked around, but didn't see any armed personnel.
Just as I was wondering what was going on, Lu Feng rushed over: "President Mu, were you looking for us?"
Mu Xiaoji nodded, took out a gold card from his pocket, and handed it over:
"Everyone here needs ingredients. Take these and go down the mountain to buy them regularly. Buy whatever you like, and don't let your comrades suffer."
Lu Feng quickly pushed Mu Xiaoji's hand back: "Master Jing has already given us a lot of funds."
Please keep this card. Just let me know if you need anything purchased.
Mu Xiaoji then took out a list and handed it to him: "Then please buy according to the list. President Jiang needs nourishment. Thank you for your hard work."
"Yes, Mr. Mu." Lu Feng took the list, turned around, and quickly disappeared into the distance.
Time in the mountains flows quietly and leisurely like a stream, and several days pass in the blink of an eye.
Mu Xiaoji was still busy in the kitchen, the fish porridge in the clay pot bubbling away.
The aroma and flavor were even stronger than in the past few days—and the cooking technique was also much more skillful.
He changed the type of spring water he used to boil the water, thinking that perhaps Jiang Chengyu would drink a few more sips.
In the medicine pot beside him, a new batch of nourishing Chinese medicine was slowly simmering, the aroma of the medicine mingling with the fragrance of porridge.
A warmer, more familiar feeling than usual filled the bamboo house, as comforting as the rising sun each day.
In the master bedroom, sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting dappled shadows on the bed.
Jiang Chengyu's eyelids trembled slightly, his eyeballs moved a few times, and finally he slowly opened his eyes.
The familiar bamboo roof came into view, and a faint scent of grass and wood filled the air—this environment stunned him instantly.
"This is..." he murmured to himself, a huge sense of confusion welling up inside him, "I...this is..."
He sat up abruptly, but a sharp pain shot through his chest. He instinctively clutched his chest and gasped in pain.
After a moment, the sharp pain in his chest subsided, and he muttered to himself, "Didn't the old man from the Book Spirit say..."
"I burned down the bamboo hut. Without a place to call home, am I destined to return to my physical body?"
He threw back the covers, slowly sat up against the bed frame, and said weakly, "..."
"What's going on? How did I... end up back in the little bamboo house?"
He staggered to the doorway of the outer room, leaning against the doorframe for a while to catch his breath.
Only after looking around the room did I see: a desk, the Four Treasures of the Study, paintings hanging on the walls, and a round table in the center.
The teacups on the table...everything was exactly the same as the little bamboo house in his memory.
He coughed lightly twice, his weak breathing making everything before him seem unreal, as if he were in a dream.
Opening the door, the structure of the courtyard was exactly the same as the small bamboo house in my memory.
His steps were unsteady, yet filled with a strong desire to explore. He slowly moved out of the gate and came to the stream.
Although the stream was not as turbulent as I remembered, it was still just as beautiful.
He leaned against a rock and sat down weakly. Fragments of light danced in his eyes, and a long-lost sense of peace and tranquility enveloped him.
In the dappled light and shadow, Mu Xiaoji's joyful smile, radiating happiness at the birth of her twins, is revealed:
"Xiao Ji, congratulations on having both a son and a daughter," he murmured softly, his voice as light as the wind.
"From now on, I will no longer be a part of your life. I have now returned to my own world."
You don't need to worry about me anymore. Knowing that you're alive and well is enough for me.
From this day forward, may we both be well and leave each other undisturbed. Your well-being is my well-being...
In the kitchen, Mu Xiaoji happily stirred the fish porridge, turned off the heat, and smiled:
"Mmm, it smells so good, it must taste delicious." He ladled out a bowl, took the soup spoon, and headed towards Jiang Chengyu's room.
As soon as I reached the door, I saw that it was wide open. My heart skipped a beat, and I rushed into the inner room—the bed was empty.
With a loud crash, the bowl in my hand fell to the ground, shards of porcelain mixed with porridge splashing everywhere.
Without thinking, he turned and ran into the courtyard, shouting, "Lu Feng! Lu Feng!"
Upon hearing the urgent shouts, Lu Feng and the surrounding armed men rushed to the doorway.
"Mr. Mu, what's wrong?" Lu Feng asked as he stepped forward.
"President Jiang is missing! Go find him quickly!" Mu Xiaoji's voice was filled with panic.
The group looked at each other, then chimed in, "We've been keeping a close watch, and we haven't seen anyone come in or go out."
Lu Feng pondered, "Could it be that President Jiang woke up and went out on his own?"
Mu Xiaoji nodded, her mind in turmoil. She pushed through the crowd and ran towards the river, calling out as she ran, "Little Monster! Little Monster!"
Lu Feng ordered, "Quickly, everyone split up and search."
"Yes..." The group, well-trained, dispersed into the woods.
Based on her understanding of Jiang Chengyu, Mu Xiaoji searched towards the stream.
Sure enough, I spotted a familiar figure beside the big rock—
Jiang Chengyu leaned against the rock and fell asleep again. Sunlight shone on his face, and he was as quiet as a child.
Mu Xiaoji's heart instantly settled. She quickly walked over, squatted down, and gently called out, "Little monster?"
Jiang Chengyu did not respond, his breathing even.
Mu Xiaoji reached out and touched his forehead. His temperature was normal, so she breathed a sigh of relief and carefully picked him up in her arms.
The person in her arms was very light. Mu Xiaoji looked down at his pale face.
His eyes were filled with tenderness: "So many years have passed, and you still haven't changed at all."
Silly and adorable, it woke up without telling me, and just ran off to scare everyone.
He carried Jiang Chengyu back, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting shimmering spots of light on the two of them.
The babbling brook seemed to be softly singing for this reunion after all the loss.