klisemfg Chapter 425: Don't Buy My Account
Chapter 425: Don't Buy My Account
In the bustling and noisy G City, there is a place that is like a paradise - Qingshiwan area. Here, time seems to slow down, modern high-rise buildings are replaced by antique buildings, and the air is filled with the taste of years.
The bluestone road twists and turns, and each stone slab tells a story of the past. Most of the buildings on the street retain their ancient charm, with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted buildings, as if quietly telling the history of this city.
And in that inconspicuous yet unique corner, there is a martial arts association clubhouse.
This club is like a reclusive warrior, low-key yet exuding a unique aura.
The vermilion door was closed tightly, and the copper ring on the door gleamed faintly under the sunlight. The two stone lions at the door were majestic and had stood the test of time, but they still guarded this peaceful place.
Mu Xiaoji stood at the gate of the Wushu Association with a cane in his hand and a solemn expression. He tightened his coat to resist the winter chill, and looked up at the sun, which was almost noon.
He took a deep breath, slowly approached the door, raised his hand and gently knocked on the door knocker. "Dong, Dong, Dong", the dull knocking sound echoed in the quiet street, as if knocking on the expectation deep in his heart.
Soon, the door opened with a click, and a young man poked his head out. He looked Mu Xiaoji up and down and asked politely, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
Mu Xiaoji immediately showed a gentle smile on his face and said, "Excuse me, is President Bai here? My name is Mu Xiaoji, and I came here today to visit President Bai."
The young man nodded slightly and responded, "Please wait a moment. I will go and inform you."
Seeing this, Mu Xiaoji hurriedly grabbed the young man's arm and inadvertently stuffed a wad of money into his hand.
At the same time, with a smile on his face, he said, "Happy New Year, brother. The person who went in to report this morning has disappeared. Please take the trouble to report again. Just say that I, Mu Xiaoji, need to see Chairman Bai for an urgent matter. Please help me!"
The young man felt the weight in his hand, a barely perceptible surprise flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly said, "Okay, Mr. Mu, please wait patiently, I'll be back soon." After that, he turned around and went in, closing the door.
Time passed slowly as he waited. Mu Xiaoji paced back and forth at the door, looking at the closed door from time to time, his eyes full of anxiety and expectation.
Finally, the door opened again with a clatter, and the young man walked out. Mu Xiaoji immediately turned around, his eyes flashing with excitement, and asked eagerly: "How is it? Does President Bai want to see me?"
The young man said politely with a hint of apology on his face, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mu, President Bai has taken his apprentice to the capital to participate in a performance and has not returned yet! Please go back!"
A hint of disappointment flashed across Mu Xiaoji's eyes, but he still did not give up and asked, "When will President Bai be able to come back?"
The young man shook his head helplessly and said, "Uh, this... I don't know."
Mu Xiaoji paused and asked modestly, "Who is in charge of the association now?"
"Yes, the eldest lady." The young man responded cheerfully.
After hearing this, Mu Xiaoji said again: "Please go in and inform Miss Bai. I can talk to her." After that, he turned around, picked up a few expensive gift boxes from the ground and handed them to the young man.
The young man looked at the red gift boxes and said helplessly, "Okay, wait a moment."
The young man held the gift box and walked along the winding corridors and steps to the study.
In the study, Bai Jinrong was seriously learning how to write calligraphy from President Bai. Her expression was focused and the scent of ink filled the air.
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, she looked up and saw a young man walking towards her with a valuable gift box in his hands.
Bai Jinrong's face darkened instantly, and she was furious: "That cripple hasn't left yet?"
The young man held the gift box and said carefully, "Miss, he said he can talk to you about something."
Bai Jinrong looked at the gift box in the young man's hand, and the scene at Renxin Hospital emerged involuntarily in her mind.
At that time, Mu Xiaoji's face was cold and merciless. Those extremely insulting words were like sharp blades that pierced her heart.
What made her even more intolerable was that she just kissed Jiang Chengyu on the corner of his mouth, but Mu Xiaoji slapped Jiang Chengyu hard.
What’s even more hateful is that they threw him into the swimming pool, almost killing him.
Thinking of this, a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes, her teeth clattered, and she shouted harshly:
"Go and tell him that we are not friends. If you want to talk, find someone who is friends with you. I will give him some face."
The young man held the gift box and said with some embarrassment: "Miss, these..."
Bai Jinrong interrupted him impatiently: "Throw it away, who wants his broken things?" The young man had no choice but to turn around and leave the study politely.
In a blink of an eye, the young man opened the door again. When Mu Xiaoji saw the young man coming out with a gift box, he had an ominous premonition in his heart and asked nervously, "Brother, what's going on?"
The young man confessed truthfully: "The eldest lady was very angry. She said she had no friendship with you and asked someone who had a friendship to come so that she could give you face."
Mu Xiaoji's eyes dimmed in an instant, as if they had lost all their luster. He nodded disappointedly, turned and walked towards the taxi.
The young man hurriedly shouted: "Mr. Mu, your gift box?"
However, the only response he got was a cloud of dust raised by the speeding taxi, and soon the taxi disappeared at the end of the street in front of the gate of the Wushu Association.
The taxi drove slowly on the road leading to Jinyang Villa. Outside the car window, the hustle and bustle of the bustling city gradually faded away, replaced by an increasingly tranquil and beautiful scenery.
The green plants on both sides of the road are neatly trimmed and lush, as if showing people the sophistication and elegance of this area.
As Jinyang Villa gradually appeared in the taxi driver's field of vision, the car slowly drove into this luxurious villa area.
Finally, the car stopped steadily at the gate of Building 108. Mu Xiaoji came back to his senses from his contemplation, took out his mobile phone, scanned the code to pay, and got out of the car.
At this moment, he had a depressed look on his face, and was filled with the disappointment of being rejected by the Wushu Association.
But the moment he reached the door, he took a deep breath, tried to adjust his mood, and put on a sunny smile.
He stretched out his finger and pressed lightly on the fingerprint lock. With a "click", the door slowly opened and he pushed it open and walked in.
As soon as I entered the house, I saw my parents, grandma and other family members sitting on the sofa in the living room chatting happily.
The warm yellow light shines on them, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere.
Shen Rou was the first to see Mu Xiaoji. A loving smile immediately appeared on her face. She asked with concern, "Son, what are you doing out so early in the morning? Have you had lunch?"
Mu Xiaoji raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a gentle smile, and said softly: "I have eaten, Mom, you don't have to worry about me." Then he sat down on the sofa.
At this time, Xiao Yue came over quickly. She was very diligent, holding a cup of steaming water in her hand, with a concerned look on her face, and said considerately: "Master, please drink some water."
"Thank you, Sister Xiaoyue." Mu Xiaoji responded politely with a hint of gratitude in her voice.
Jiang Shuo sat aside with a suspicious look on his face. His eyes were fixed on Mu Xiaoji's address to his mother, and he seemed to be thinking about something in his little head.
Song Shijie folded the newspaper in his hand and gently placed it on the coffee table. He turned his gaze to Mu Xiaoji and asked, "Son, what are you doing out so early in the morning? You look exhausted, and it seems that things are not going well."
Mu Xiaoji's heart tightened. Not wanting to worry his family, he quickly changed the subject and said, "It's fine! By the way, Dad, you went to the Red Star Welfare Home to visit the elderly yesterday. How was it? Did grandma like the environment of the welfare home?"
When the old lady heard this, a happy smile spread across her face and she said, "To be honest, it's really good! It makes those childless elderly people feel a lot of warmth!"
Mu Huiying came out of the kitchen carrying a fruit plate. Seeing Mu Xiaoji, she asked with concern in her eyes, "Xiaoji is back. Have you eaten?"
Mu Xiaoji nodded and said, "I've eaten and I'm a little tired. I'm going upstairs to rest for a while. Dad, Mom, and Grandma, you guys chat. I'll leave you now."
The old lady looked at him lovingly and said, "Grandson, don't worry about us. Take care of yourself."
Mu Xiaoji smiled, reached out to pick up an apple from the fruit bowl, took a bite, and said in a casual manner, "Got it, grandma. I'll go upstairs."
Mu Huiying looked at his back with a doting look on her face. She shook her head gently and said with a smile:
"You're such a grown-up, but you're still like a child." The laughter echoed in the living room, adding a bit of warmth to the home.
Mu Xiaoji raised his hand and gently pushed open the bedroom door. His movements were slow, as if he was carrying endless fatigue.
His eyes went straight to the big white bed in the room and he walked over slowly. Each step he took seemed a little heavy, as if his legs were filled with lead.
Coming to the bedside, he slowly leaned over, his sad eyes fixed on Jiang Chengyu's sleeping face.
His lips trembled slightly, and he whispered softly: "Little Monster, do you still remember Bai Jinrong? I just went to find her."
Mu Xiaoji's voice was choked with sobs, full of helplessness and bitterness. "I begged for an audience with humble words and generous gifts, but I couldn't even get through the door of the martial arts association.
The eldest daughter of the martial arts association didn't buy my story at all. She just told someone to spread the word that you have to go in person before she would give me face."
When he said this, his eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were full of helplessness. "Little monster, what should I do?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away in an instant, and he fell powerlessly on Jiang Chengyu.
He slowly stretched out his arms and hugged Jiang Chengyu tightly, as if he was holding on to his last hope.
At this moment, he was no longer the man who tried hard to pretend to be strong outside, but just a soul longing for support in difficult times.
The grievance of being rejected by the Wushu Association and the cold treatment he had just suffered, all of these things came flooding back to his mind like a tide.
He could only find a little comfort in Jiang Chengyu, as if this could heal the pain in his heart and give him the strength to move on.