klisemfg Chapter 448 What do you like about Dad?
Chapter 448 What do you like about Dad?
In the spacious living room of Jinyang Villa, which seemed particularly cramped due to the tense atmosphere, the scene at this moment seemed like a chaotic picture.
The air seemed to be frozen by the tense atmosphere. The ground was littered with broken pieces of flower pots that Mu Xiaoji had kicked over in anger, creating a mess.
Everyone had not yet fully recovered from the panic and were scrambling to support Xiao Yue, who had fallen to the ground with a painful look on his face.
Mu Xiaoji was completely enraged by Jiang Shuo's ruthless words. His eyes were instantly bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and a chilling aura emanated from his whole body.
He suddenly opened his hand with a desperate determination, as if he wanted to control everything in front of him.
In an instant, Jiang Shuo was like a kite with a broken string, or a rag doll with no power to resist, and he flew straight towards Mu Xiaoji's palm involuntarily.
However, even in such a dangerous situation, Jiang Shuo's small body seemed to contain endless courage.
There was no fear in his eyes, but instead there was a light of stubbornness and perseverance. That light was like a ball of fire in the darkness, burning with his firm belief.
His face turned red due to difficulty breathing. He panted stubbornly, his chest heaving violently, and said angrily, "You...if you don't strangle me to death today, I will take little daddy away as soon as you leave."
His voice became hoarse because his neck was tightly pinched, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with difficulty, intermittent, but full of shocking firmness.
Witnessing this thrilling scene, Shen Rou covered her mouth in horror, and then uttered a sharp cry: "Xiao Ji, let go quickly, he is your own flesh and blood!"
The voice was full of anxiety and heartache, as if the person being strangled was her own child.
Xiao Yue was even more anxious. She didn't care about the pain from falling just now. She stumbled forward quickly, knelt on her knees with a "thump", and knelt directly in front of Mu Xiaoji.
Her eyes were full of pleading, and she said in a tearful voice, "Master, I beg you to let Choubao go. If you want to beat or scold him, come to me. It's my fault for not disciplining him properly."
Mu Xiaoji's body shook violently, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including anger, helplessness, and deep fatigue.
He slowly held Jiang Shuo in his arms, as if all his strength was drained at this moment, and he collapsed to the ground.
His eyes were empty and confused, as if he had lost focus. He looked ahead and muttered to himself, "Sister Xiaoyue, this is not your fault."
His voice was low and hoarse, full of endless bitterness. Then he chuckled a few times in a self-deprecating way.
"Hehehe...hehehe...all this...is my fault. Without me...there wouldn't be all this...trouble today. Hehehe..."
He let out a long sigh, and that breath seemed to contain all his pain and helplessness.
Then, he slowly raised his hand and gently stroked Jiang Shuo's stubborn little face in his arms. He said with an extremely bitter smile, "Little Daddy is yours, yours, I...will give it back to you."
After saying that, Mu Xiaoji hugged Jiang Shuo tightly with one hand, and slowly stood up with the other hand tremblingly leaning on a cane.
His footsteps were weak and heavy, and every step felt like stepping on cotton, without any strength at all.
He walked straight upstairs, and his heavy and slow footsteps echoed in the corridor, as if it was a countdown to fate.
When he came to the bedroom door, he paused for a moment, as if he was making a final struggle and decision. Then, he gently pushed the door open, and his footsteps were even lighter, for fear of disturbing the sleeping person in the room.
He walked closer to the big bed, his eyes gently and reluctantly falling on Jiang Chengyu's quietly sleeping face.
He reached out, slowly and carefully uncovered the quilt on Jiang Chengyu. Then, he gently opened Jiang Chengyu's arms and gently put Jiang Shuo in.
After putting it away, he picked up the quilt and covered it carefully, wrapping Jiang Shuo and Jiang Chengyu tightly in the quilt.
There were tears in his eyes, sparkling in the dim light, as if his broken heart was shedding tears.
He looked at the two people on the bed and said with a choked voice: "People are born with nothing, and when they leave, they can't take anything with them." After saying that, he turned around resolutely and walked towards the door.
Just as he was about to step out of the door, Jiang Shuo's hoarse voice rang out in the room: "Let Teacher Bai accompany you! She's pretty good at Kung Fu."
Mu Xiaoji paused for a moment. He did not look back, but said lightly: "No need. Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God." Then, he continued to walk forward and left the bedroom with a light step.
He came to the living room and saw Xiao Yue looking at him with a worried look on her face. He lowered his head slightly and said with some guilt: "I'm sorry, Sister Xiao Yue, I was too impulsive just now."
Xiao Yue waved his hands quickly, his eyes full of concern, and asked, "Master, I'm fine. What about Chou Bao...?"
Mu Xiaoji's eyes were hollow as he whispered to comfort her: "He's in Daddy's arms, let's go!"
At this moment, Mu Xiaoji was like a punctured balloon. All his energy had dissipated. He looked weak and powerless, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
The afternoon sun shines through the lush trees on both sides of the highway, casting mottled light and shadows on the road surface.
A luxury RV with smooth body lines and a metal shell that gleams coolly in the sunlight is driving steadily on this wide avenue.
The interior of the car is extremely luxurious, with soft leather sofas and exquisite crystal chandeliers. Every detail shows extraordinary taste.
In the back compartment, on a spacious and comfortable bed, the old lady was sleeping peacefully. Her skin was loose but still elegant, and every wrinkle was filled with the vicissitudes of life.
The hand, as dry as a stick, held Mu Xiaoji's hand tightly, as if it was her most precious support in this world. As long as she held it like this, she could give Mu Xiaoji the greatest comfort.
Mu Xiaoji sat on the edge of the bed, his face slightly pale, and days of running around had left a deep layer of fatigue in his eyes.
Xiao Yue walked over quietly, holding a soft pillow in his hand, and carefully lifted Mu Xiaoji up and placed him on his back.
Mu Xiaoji squinted his eyes, feeling the support brought by the pillow, and leaned deeply into it. He seemed to be immersed in this moment of comfort, trying to relax his tired body and mind.
Xiao Yue looked at his tired appearance, his eyes full of heartache, he turned around and brought a soft blanket, his movements were so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
She gently covered Mu Xiaoji with the blanket, tucked in the corners, and made sure every part was tightly covered.
Shen Rou leaned on Song Shijie's shoulder, her eyes drifting towards her son from time to time. Her eyes were full of worry and helplessness. Every time she looked at him, she would take a deep breath, and then gently shake her head, as if sighing about the unsatisfactory things in life.
Song Shijie felt his wife's emotions, put his arms around her shoulders, and tightened his arms slightly, comforting her in a silent way.
Mu Xiaoji slowly opened his eyes and said softly in a hoarse voice: "Sister Xiaoyue, you should go and have a rest too! Stop working so hard!" Although his voice was soft, it was clearly audible in the quiet carriage.
Xiao Yue showed a gentle smile on his face and said softly: "Master, Choubao is very well behaved. You...be more patient in the future, and he won't be stubborn with you!"
Her tone was tolerant and comforting, as well as full of motherly concern.
Mu Xiaoji subconsciously retracted the arm that was held by his grandmother. The numbness from his arm made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Xiao Yue had been serving the old lady for many years and was very observant of people's expressions. He immediately noticed that Mu Xiaoji was unwell.
He immediately asked with concern: "Master, is your arm numb? I'll adjust the pillow for you, and you can change your position."
Mu Xiaoji waved his hand politely: "No need, I'll wake up grandma soon!"
His eyes fell gently on his grandmother's face. Although his arms were numb, he still held back, fearing that a small movement would disturb his grandmother's rare sleep.
In the master bedroom, the warm yellow light is like a soft gauze, gently wrapping the entire space.
On the white wall beside the big bed, the photo of Jiang Chengyu and Mu Xiaoji is particularly eye-catching. The happy smiles on their faces seem to overflow from the photo, filling the whole room with warmth and sweetness.
At this moment, the soft quilt in the big white bed was slightly raised. Jiang Shuo's small body was curled up quietly in the arms of his little father, like a frightened little deer.
His shoulders trembled slightly, and tears poured down uncontrollably. Big tears rolled down his chubby cheeks, leaving dark marks on his pajamas.
“Little daddy,” he sobbed, his voice thick with nasal sounds, “what do you like about daddy?
He is always so stubborn. No matter what he does, he always wants to influence other people's thoughts. Whenever he talks about you and him, he is either sad or very angry.
He has no self-respect at all. He is so fragile that he can be easily hurt, but he always rushes to the front. I feel exhausted just by being with him."
After saying that, he raised his chubby little hands and wiped away his tears without caring about his image. His look was full of grievance and confusion.
"Mom told me to stand in your perspective and see his shining points, little daddy," he raised his head and looked at little daddy with his tear-stained face.
There was a gleam of doubt in his eyes. "Does he really have any shining points? When I was with him, sometimes I just felt that he was so pitiful and lonely.
A person stays in the study for a long time, and I don't know what he is writing on the computer. He rarely communicates with others, and no one is there to talk to him.
Besides, apart from his warm-heartedness, I don’t think he has anything special about him.” Jiang Shuo paused, as if he had made a great decision.
Then, he seemed to have thought of something, and asked in surprise, "Little Daddy, you are not with him because... he grew up in an orphanage? So you feel pity for him, right?"
His voice grew louder and louder, and the last few words were filled with surprise and temptation, almost like discovering a new world.
The room fell silent for a moment, with only Jiang Shuo's occasional sobs. The warm yellow light flickered gently, as if it was also waiting for the little daddy's answer.