klisemfg Chapter 731 I Will Never Compromise with Fate
Chapter 731 I Will Never Compromise with Fate
In the kitchen of Gu Ze's warmly decorated apartment, a casserole pot on the stove was bubbling.
The rich aroma of lean meat porridge, which seemed to permeate every inch of the air, spread throughout the kitchen.
The rising hot steam carried Gu Ze's full heart, as if releasing all his concern and warmth into this pot of carefully cooked porridge.
At this time, Feng Tao looked sleepy, dragged his lazy steps, stretched slowly, and walked towards the kitchen.
As soon as he got close, the tempting aroma of porridge penetrated his nose, and he instantly became energetic and said jokingly:
"Mm, it smells so good, Gu Ze. We've been out for a long time, and I haven't tasted Auntie's cooking for a long time. I didn't expect to be able to feast on your food here today!"
After saying that, he couldn't wait to reach out and pick up an exquisite porcelain bowl and a soup spoon, and was about to scoop porridge into the pot.
Seeing this, Gu Ze looked nervous and quickly reached out to slap Feng Tao's hand away, anxiously saying: "Who said this porridge is for you? Besides, it's not cooked yet!"
After saying that, he quickly took the spoon from Feng Tao's hand, and stirred the porridge in the pot gently with a focused look on his face, his eyes full of cherishment for the porridge.
After Feng Tao's hand was slapped away, he showed an unhappy expression on his face and muttered, "Humph! You fellow, you have a different relative but no humanity.
I've told you so many times that Jiang Chengyu already has someone else in his heart. No matter how much you do, it will all be in vain."
Gu Ze ignored Feng Tao's complaints. He scooped a small mouthful of porridge, blew it gently on the side of his mouth, tasted it, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Well, it tastes pretty good. Don't worry, you'll get your share later. And don't remind me all the time, Cheng Yu just came out of the hospital not long ago and is still weak.
I did this out of the deep affection he showed me when he saved me, and I just wanted to repay him."
Feng Tao curled his lips and said disapprovingly, "That's good to know. I'm reminding you, don't let your love get too deep and you become unable to extricate yourself, otherwise you'll end up feeling unhappy."
At this moment, a sudden and crisp cell phone ringtone rang out of the blue, standing out in this originally warm atmosphere with some trivial conversations.
Hearing the voice, Gu Ze turned his head to look at the dining table, only to see his cell phone screen flashing.
He walked over and picked up the phone. He took a closer look and saw that it was Teng Zijing calling. He couldn't help but look surprised and blurted out, "The boss is calling?"
Feng Tao was also confused when he heard this, and asked in confusion: "Why would the boss call you?"
Gu Ze also looked bewildered and shook his head helplessly. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly seemed to have made some kind of decision, and then he handed the phone to Feng Tao and said, "You answer it!"
Feng Tao pursed his lips helplessly and took the phone. He strode to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Then he pressed the answer button, trying his best to sound relaxed and cheerful: "Hello, Mr. Jing, good morning! What brings you calling so early in the morning?"
At this time, Teng Zijing was standing blankly in front of the attic window, looking through the spacious window, quietly looking at the endless green meadow outside the window.
The early morning sun shone on the grass, creating a soft halo of light. His mood was originally as calm as a lake without ripples.
However, when he heard Feng Tao's voice suddenly, he was slightly stunned and thought that he had accidentally dialed the wrong number.
He subconsciously took the phone away from his ear, looked at the screen carefully, and after confirming the number was correct, he said in a bad tone: "Assistant Feng, where is Gu Ze?"
Feng Tao turned his head and looked at Gu Ze who was watching the fire in the kitchen with concern. Then he said to Teng Zijing on the other end of the phone in a relaxed tone: "He is in the kitchen, cooking porridge for someone!"
When Teng Zijing heard this answer, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "What the hell?"
Feng Tao had no choice but to repeat: "He's cooking porridge for someone! What do you want from him? Please give me some instructions."
Teng Zijing said succinctly: "Give him the phone, I want to talk to him."
Feng Tao responded with a somewhat lazy tone, "Oh, okay, please wait a moment."
After saying that, he stood up, walked towards the kitchen, and said to Gu Ze: "The boss wants to see you about something."
Gu Ze frowned slightly and asked softly with lip language, "What's the matter?" Feng Tao just shook his head helplessly, handed the phone in front of him, and motioned him to answer the call quickly.
Seeing this, Gu Ze had no choice but to reach out and turn off the stove, then picked up the phone and said respectfully, "Hello, Master Jing, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Teng Zijing didn't beat around the bush and said bluntly, "Give me Jiang Shuo's phone number. I have something urgent to discuss with him."
Gu Ze was slightly stunned when he heard this, a timid look appeared on his face, and he stammered: "He doesn't seem to have a phone. We usually contact each other through WeChat video."
Teng Zijing made a quick decision and said, "Then send me his WeChat. Hurry up."
Gu Ze looked embarrassed and said worriedly, "But, pushing his WeChat to you without his permission is... not... not a good idea!"
When Teng Zijing heard this, he immediately became impatient. He reached out and stroked his hair, saying with a hint of anger in his tone, "Don't worry, just push it to me. That kid won't do anything to you."
Feng Tao, who was standing by, couldn't bear to watch any longer. He snatched the phone from Gu Ze's hand and said to the other end of the line, "Wait a moment, Master Jing. I'll send it to you right away."
Teng Zijing didn't say anything more and hung up the phone impatiently. After a while, the WeChat notification sounded.
When Teng Zijing picked up his phone, he saw that Gu Ze had sent him a friend recommendation, and the nickname displayed was "Buyi".
Teng Zijing looked at the nickname and couldn't help laughing: "Buyi, a little brat, picked such a name,
You have a certain air of immortality and mystery, which is really interesting. You are really getting more and more interested in me, boy. It's quite interesting."
After saying that, he skillfully operated his fingers on the screen, sent a request to add a friend, and carefully noted "I am Teng Zijing".
In a corner of Kuncheng facing the sea, the waves rolled and roared, like a child in a bad mood, hitting the shore one after another.
In the sea view villa built by the sea, the cozy bedroom seems to be shrouded in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
The early morning sunlight shines through the thin curtains, casting strands of light and shadow, adding a soft tone to the entire room.
Jiang Shuo and his son Mu Xiaoji were sitting cross-legged in meditation on the big bed as white as snow.
Their eyes are closed and their expressions are focused, as if they are isolated from the outside world and immersed in a mysterious and quiet state.
The father and son faced each other with their right hands, and strands of true energy, like a nimble dragon, slowly moved around their bodies, outlining a faint halo.
Jiang Shuo felt the flow of the true energy and noticed something was wrong with his father's body. He said softly:
"Dad, you have a fever again." His voice was soft and concerned, as if he was afraid to break the quiet atmosphere.
Mu Xiaoji frowned slightly, but still maintained a calm tone and responded: "It's okay,
Please give me an injection of fever-reducing medicine later! After being discharged from the hospital, I prepared various medicines for myself and put them in the cabinet.
Jiang Shuo responded without hesitation: "Okay." As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp sound of a mobile phone notification message broke the silence.
However, Jiang Shuo did not lose his focus immediately, but completed the healing technique slowly and unhurriedly.
He slowly withdrew his hands and placed them lightly on his knees. The halo around him gradually dissipated, and then he slowly stopped practicing.
Jiang Shuo opened his eyes, his eyes full of concern. He looked at Mu Xiaoji and said, "Dad, can I bandage the wound on your back again?"
A warm feeling welled up in Mu Xiaoji's heart, and he said gratefully, "Thank you, Jiang Shuo."
Jiang Shuo lowered his head slightly and said a little embarrassedly: "I should be the one to say thank you. If you hadn't blocked it for me, I would be the one with my skin torn and flesh torn apart now."
As he spoke, his eyes gradually became moist and tears slid down uncontrollably, flowing slowly down his cheeks.
He continued aggrievedly, "When little daddy woke up this time, he seemed like a different person. He didn't seem to love me as much as before."
After saying that, he raised his hand to wipe his tears, stood up and walked to the cabinet, gently opened the door, and took out a first aid kit.
He skillfully opened the box, and inside, various medical instruments and medicines were neatly arranged.
Jiang Shuo carefully selected the materials needed to prepare the antipyretic medicine, and relying on the experience he had accumulated in his daily life, he prepared the antipyretic medicine for Mu Xiaoji in an orderly manner.
After finishing the preparation, he walked towards Mu Xiaoji with a syringe in hand. He looked focused and first wiped the tendons and veins of Mu Xiaoji's arm with an alcohol cotton ball.
After careful disinfection, he inserted the syringe steadily, pushed the piston skillfully, and slowly injected the medicine into Mu Xiaoji's body.
Mu Xiaoji looked at Jiang Shuo's busy and serious appearance, feeling guilty, and apologized softly:
"I'm sorry, Jiang Shuo. It's all because of me that you've been implicated."
As he spoke, he gently stretched out his hand, his fingertips with a bit of pity, slowly touching the tiny scratches on Jiang Shuo's cheek, as if every mark pierced his heart.
Jiang Shuo sniffed, trying to calm down, and said, "Dad, I look at Uncle Gu Ze, and I seem to feel differently about little daddy."
Mu Xiaoji was slightly startled, a trace of discouragement flashed across his face, and he sighed and said, "Maybe, little daddy really wants to leave me!
After all, I was such a jerk. Not only did I fail to protect him, but I also brought him so much disaster."
His eyes revealed deep helplessness and self-blame, as if he was trapped in endless regret.
Jiang Shuo climbed onto the big bed, gently lifted his father's pajamas, and saw crisscrossing scars from the cane on his back.
He picked up the cotton pad with a distressed look and carefully disinfected the area around the scar, saying softly, "Dad, I believe you can win back Little Daddy's heart. Let's work together to find him."
Mu Xiaoji smiled slightly and nodded with a firm look in his eyes: "Yes! I will never compromise with fate."