klisemfg Chapter 669 Fighting against fate
Chapter 669 Fighting against fate
It was late at night, the entire city seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and all was silent. However, the lights in the president's office of Zidong International were brightly lit, and soft beams of light penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows, carving out a striking bright spot in the night.
Rong Shishan was holding two cups of steaming milk tea in his hands. The rich aroma of milk filled the air, as if trying to dispel some of the fatigue of the late night.
In his other hand, he was holding a beautifully packaged bottle of Haagen-Dazs and two packed lunch boxes. He walked in with light and cautious steps, gently pushing open the door.
Inside the room, Jiang Chengyu and Jiang Shuo, one older and one younger, were immersed in a tense and focused working atmosphere.
They stared at the computer screen without blinking, as if they were one with the screen.
Data scrolled across the computer screen like a waterfall, and complex codes and charts flashed with mysterious light.
From time to time, the printer made a "hissing" sound and spit out sheets of information, breaking the moment of silence.
Jiang Chengyu quickly reached out and picked up the freshly printed document, flipping through it skillfully, his eyes sharp as he quickly screened out the key information.
Afterwards, he methodically organized and numbered the information and neatly put it into folders. These folders will become crucial "weapons" at tomorrow's bidding conference.
Rong Shishan approached Jiang Chengyu gently, his face full of concern. He leaned down slightly and said softly:
"Stinky boy, you woke up suddenly. Do you want to check your body? You don't feel any discomfort anywhere else?"
His voice was soft, afraid to disturb the focused atmosphere, but his concern was evident.
Jiang Chengyu raised his head, a faint smile appeared on his face, he shook his head slightly, and said with respect in his tone:
"Old Rong, there is nothing for you to do here. Go home and have a rest early! You are not young anymore!" There was a hint of gratitude in his eyes, grateful for Rong Shishan's concern at this special moment.
After hearing this, Rong Shishan had a bitter smile on his lips, mixed with his emotion about life.
He sighed softly and said, "Xiao Ji had a heart and lung transplant at Cornell Medical Center in Los Angeles and is currently recuperating. I don't know what his current condition is.
Why don't you give him a call? That way... Xiaoji will have some spiritual support, and his desire to live might be greatly enhanced, and he'll recover faster."
Rong Shishan was well aware of the deep friendship that once existed between Mu Xiaoji and Jiang Chengyu. In his opinion, a phone call from Jiang Chengyu might bring great spiritual support to Mu Xiaoji.
When Jiang Chengyu heard the name "Xiao Ji", his originally calm face changed slightly. He slowly lowered his eyelids, his thick eyelashes covering the expression in his eyes, and then he shook his head gently.
Rong Shishan was stunned when he saw this. In his memory, the friendship between Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji was deeper than the sea.
They have been through countless ups and downs together, not afraid of life or death, and their feelings for each other are inseparable.
But now, Jiang Chengyu just wanted to call Xiaoji, but he refused, which made Rong Shishan really hard to understand.
"What's wrong? Xiaoji beat you seriously in a fit of rage, and you hate him for being so ruthless and indifferent to you?" Rong Shishan couldn't help asking, with a hint of doubt and temptation in his tone.
Jiang Chengyu did not respond immediately. He shook his head slowly again, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including helplessness, entanglement, and perhaps some unspeakable pain.
Then, he turned and walked closer to Jiang Shuo, his eyes fixed on the constantly changing data on the computer.
As if he wanted to immerse himself in the complex world of data, he chose not to respond to Rong Shishan's questions.
At this moment, the office was so quiet that the only sound left was the slight hum of the computer running and the occasional sound of the printer spitting out paper. The atmosphere seemed a little solemn.
In the vibrant city of Los Angeles, the beautiful Cornell Medical Center is like a shining pearl, shining with charming brilliance under the bright sunshine.
It shines brightly like a brilliant coordinate, standing out among the surrounding buildings.
The hospital's modern architectural appearance has simple and smooth lines, and the glass curtain wall reflects the golden sunlight, as if giving the entire hospital a gorgeous coat.
Youyou and Coleville were arm in arm, with Youyou holding a carefully packed soup in her hand. The soup exuded a faint fragrance, as if bringing the warmth of home.
Coleman held a bouquet of gorgeous flowers in his hands. The flowers were colorful, and the petals were still covered with morning dew, making them look particularly vibrant. They walked lightly and slowly into the VIP ward.
Inside the ward, the atmosphere was quiet and peaceful. Andreas stood quietly beside the bed, staring at Mu Xiaoji who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
His eyes were filled with complex emotions, including worry, heartache, and some unspeakable thoughts.
When Coleman saw Andreas, a friendly smile appeared on his face and he called out softly, "Cousin, when did you come?
Aren't you busy with company affairs these days? " His voice was soft and gentle, like the gurgling of water in the quiet ward.
Andreas was slightly startled, then smiled awkwardly, slowly stood up, and said hesitantly:
"I just came in too. Mu...when will he wake up?" His gaze turned to Mu Xiaoji again, as if trying to find the answer from that calm face.
Coleman walked gently to the other side of the bed and explained with a smile, "Oh, he woke up before and mistakenly thought the heart and lungs were Kate's. He got a little excited and had a tantrum.
Later, I video-called Jiang Shuo and showed him that Kate was still asleep. Only then did Mu Xiaoji fall asleep peacefully.
As Coleman spoke, he gently placed the flowers on the cabinet beside the bed. The bright flowers added a touch of warmth to the ward.
Mu Xiaoji slowly woke up in a chaotic spiritual world, feeling as if a heavy burden was pressing on him, and heavy ashes densely covered his body.
He struggled to open his eyes, and the sight before him made his heart tighten. The once cozy little bamboo house was now completely unrecognizable, in a mess, almost completely destroyed.
He stretched out his hand with difficulty and struggled to dig through the debris around him, trying to clear a way out.
Some of the debris was the remains of burnt furniture, and some was fragments of collapsed bamboo walls. Every time they moved, there was a pungent burnt smell.
He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to climb out. Finally, after a struggle, he succeeded in getting out of the ashes.
Mu Xiaoji stood up and looked around. He saw that everything was dead silent. Only the occasional breeze blew the charred debris, making a rustling sound.
He muttered softly, "It seems that when the fire was at its most fierce, there must have been a heavy rain, which turned this place into the miserable ruins it is now."
As he spoke, he subconsciously lifted his feet and walked carefully in the ruins, clearing away the burnt bamboo chips at his feet with every step, as if he was carefully walking through a thorny jungle.
Soon, he came to the river and slowly squatted down. The river was still flowing, as if it had not been affected by the disaster.
He looked down at himself and saw that his clothes were tattered, with strips of cloth fluttering in the wind, covered with dust and burn marks.
He shook his head helplessly, scooped up a handful of river water and washed his face casually.
The cool river water brushed against his cheeks, giving his tired and hot body and mind a moment of relief.
Then he scooped up another handful of water, brought it to his mouth, and drank two big gulps.
At this moment, the image of Jiang Chengyu throwing the torch into the main house involuntarily emerged in his mind. Regardless of his danger, he turned around and strode out of the bamboo house.
That resolute back made Mu Xiaoji's heart ache, and he muttered to himself: "The little monster must be fed up with me this time!
They actually burned this place down completely. It seems they are determined to put an end to my dream." Thinking of this, he felt an indescribable anger and unwillingness in his heart.
Then he looked up at the sky and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Oh my God, why don't you let me and my little bamboo house turn into ashes together?
Do you like playing tricks on people?" His voice echoed in the empty sky and earth, filled with endless sorrow and questioning.
However, all he heard in response was the silent sky and the gurgling sound of water. A flicker of determination flashed in Mu Xiaoji's eyes, and he snorted coldly:
"Hmph, the more you like to tease me, the more I will fight you! Doesn't the little monster really like to burn?
I will build it for him, and I will rebuild it every time he burns it, until he forgives me."
Having made up his mind, Mu Xiaoji turned around and walked towards the bamboo forest resolutely. He knew that in order to rebuild the bamboo house, he had to get enough bamboo first.
When he came to the edge of the bamboo forest, he took a deep breath, tried to draw up the true energy in his body, and used the power of the true energy to cut down the bamboo.
However, for some reason, in the current environment, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get his true energy to circulate smoothly.
He was extremely anxious, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He tried again and again, but always in vain.
In a fit of anger, he simply gave up the idea of using his true energy, looked around, and found a stone of moderate size.
He walked over quickly, lifted the stone with great effort, and came to a thick bamboo. He held the stone tightly in both hands, aimed at the base of the bamboo, and smashed it down again and again.
Each hit was accompanied by a "bang bang" sound, which was particularly loud in the silent bamboo forest.
However, this seemingly simple action is actually very difficult to perform.
Because he used too much force and lacked skills, he accidentally threw the stone away and it hit his finger hard.
A sharp pain suddenly hit him, and he couldn't help but let out a hiss. The skin on his finger instantly broke, and blood gushed out.
He subconsciously brought his injured finger to his mouth and blew gently, trying to ease the pain.
But at this moment, he was obsessed with rebuilding the small bamboo house and had no time to care about treating his wounds.
He gritted his teeth, picked up the stone again, and continued to smash it against the roots of the bamboo, as if he wanted to fight against fate with this tenacious action.