nucmednet Chapter 1070 Why is it President Mu?
Chapter 1070 Why is it President Mu?
A commotion erupted in the private room of Xingteng Restaurant. Teng Zijing and An Ran were exchanging pleasantries with everyone when the door to the room was pushed open once again, and Jiang Chengyu walked in.
He was wearing a dark shirt and a black trench coat, his face showing the haste of someone who had just arrived, yet his handsome and commanding presence remained undiminished.
His gaze swept across the room, landing on Teng Zijing and An Ran, and he nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
"Sorry, I'm late because of the traffic jam."
Teng Zijing stepped forward to shake hands, glancing behind him: "Are you alone? Where's President Mu?"
“The twins are still young, and he was worried about them, so he went straight back to G City,” Jiang Chengyu continued, his tone showing a hint of protectiveness and understanding.
Teng Zijing reached out and patted his shoulder, pulling him towards an empty seat: "Well, he's more concerned than you, the soon-to-be father!"
I was thinking of having him as my best man, but now you're all alone.
He raised an eyebrow at Jiang Chengyu and said half-jokingly, "I think this President Mu is not so easy for you to handle!"
"What do you mean by 'take it'? There's a reason for it! But then again, I'm really sorry, but I'm sure Mr. Jing will make it to his wedding."
"Alright! I'll explain the things to note about being a best man to you today, but... one person might not be enough."
"How could that be?" Jiang Chengyu raised his hand and swept it over Ouyang Jian and the others. "You have so many brothers here, and I'm all alone? Are you kidding me?"
Jiang Chengyu picked up the wine glass on the table and raised it to him: "Xiao Ji really couldn't get away, so let me apologize to you on his behalf."
Teng Zijing's lips curled into a wicked smile. He raised his wine glass and gently clinked it against Teng's. With a crisp "clink," the two tilted their heads back and drank it all in one gulp.
As he put down his wine glass, he changed the subject: "Jiang Shiye, Jiang Shiyu? These are two good names."
"That's why they say Mr. Mu is a college graduate; his academic background is truly impressive."
"Alright, stop teasing us." Jiang Chengyu waved his hand with a smile, bringing the topic back on track.
"Tonight's main characters are you two brothers. Tell me, what are the specific arrangements for the wedding?"
Just as Teng Zijing was about to speak, Deng Zhouyi walked over with a wine glass in hand and chimed in:
"The process is almost finalized, and invitations have been sent to all the invited people. We're just waiting for President Jiang to arrive early the day after tomorrow."
"I'll need your help keeping an eye on our VIP guests then. You know, Master Jing's guests are all very special!"
As he spoke, he filled Jiang Chengyu's glass to the brim. With a "clink," Deng Zhouyi's glass clinked against Jiang Chengyu's.
"Of course, we will certainly live up to your expectations." A faint smile flashed across their eyes as they tilted their heads back and drank the cups dry in one gulp.
He looked at Jiang Chengyu with a smile in his eyes, "Then thank you very much for your support, President Jiang. I'll be taking on the role of best man!"
When Jiang Li saw Jiang Chengyu drink two large glasses of wine as soon as he came in, her brows furrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.
She quickly went to the side to make a strong cup of tea, brought it over, and said softly:
"President Jiang, please have a cup of strong tea to wake yourself up, sit down and chat slowly with Master Jing, otherwise you'll get drunk later."
Teng Zijing, who was watching from the side, rarely spoke up to tease, "Wow, Secretary Jiang is really competent. President Jiang, just for this dedication, her annual salary and bonuses should be increased."
Jiang Chengyu took the teacup, his fingertips touching the warmth of the cup, and said "thank you" to Jiang Li.
He tilted his head back and gulped down two mouthfuls of tea; the slightly bitter taste of the tea diluted the effects of the alcohol.
Jiang Li smiled faintly and said modestly, "Master Jing is too kind."
Serving tea and water to the boss is part of my public relations job; it's what I'm supposed to do.
After saying that, he turned around and sat down next to Qianqian, looking at Yu Qianqian as if nothing had happened.
Yu Qianqian asked in a low voice, "Is President Jiang married?"
Jiang Li shook her head: "I don't know."
Su Wanyue leaned closer: "President Jiang looks even younger than Master Jing! You already have children?"
"Shh, stop prying into other people's business and worry about yourself!" Jiang Li said to Su Wanyue, who looked on with curiosity.
The private room remained lively, with the clinking of glasses and the sounds of laughter mingling together.
Jiang Li's calm and appropriate words were like pebbles thrown into a lake.
It caused a slight ripple, but quickly faded back into the bustling atmosphere.
Then Ouyang Jian raised his glass and said, "Ah, everyone, let's raise our glasses and wish Master Jing and Assistant Deng a happy marriage in advance."
Upon hearing this, everyone stood up, raised their glasses, and said in unison, "Congratulations to Master Jing and Assistant Deng on your marriage!"
As the banquet ended, the entrance to Xing Teng Restaurant was bustling with activity. Teng Zijing and Jiang Chengyu walked ahead, arm in arm, followed by groups of people saying goodbye.
An Ran stood on the steps, smiling and waving to everyone: "Be careful on the road!"
Yang Fan, with his arm around Zhu Ling, swayed slightly and laughed indistinctly, "Don't worry, sister-in-law, no one's drunk. Everyone had a great time tonight!"
Wei Qingyang, on the other hand, was much more composed. He took Xie Xinyu's hand and led her out the door. Approaching An Ran, he nodded in response:
"Don't worry, sister-in-law. Go home and rest with Master Jing. I'll take them home."
"You've had some drinks, why don't you call a designated driver?" An Ran suggested.
"I'm really fine. Xinyu helped me avoid drinking tonight." Wei Qingyang smiled.
Xie Xinyu was somewhat disoriented, but still waved to An Ran: "President An, bye-bye."
"Bye-Bye."
On the other side, Ouyang Jian had his arm around Deng Zhouyi's neck and whispered something in his ear.
Deng Zhouyi kicked him in the butt: "You little brat, are you asking for a beating? Get lost, everyone's waiting for you!"
Ouyang Jian grinned slyly as he ran towards Wei Qingyang's van.
As he opened the car door, he turned back and called out, "Master Jing is leaving, Assistant Deng..." and made an OK sign.
Deng Zhouyi pretended to roll up his sleeves to chase after them, but Ouyang Jian slammed the car door shut, and the car sped out of the parking space, making Deng Zhouyi laugh and curse in anger.
Teng Zijing and Jiang Chengyu had already walked quite a distance when Teng Zijing suddenly asked, "Where's your car?"
Jiang Chengyu smiled and said, "I came by taxi. You should take President An back quickly. You have a lot to do these next few days! I can take a taxi back by myself."
"Tell me the truth, don't lie to me. Are you having another cold war with President Mu?" Teng Zijing raised an eyebrow at him.
"No, there's no such thing as a Cold War."
Jiang Chengyu avoided his gaze and glanced in the direction where An Ran and Deng Zhouyi were standing.
"Go back quickly, President An is waiting for you."
Teng Zijing hooked his arm around Jiang Chengyu's neck, stared into his eyes, and persisted, "That day at Chairman Feng's banquet..."
Your words, though seemingly cheerful, actually struck right at President Mu's heart. And you still say no?
Jiang Chengyu broke free from his arm and patted Teng Zijing on the shoulder: "I'm leaving. Don't make wild guesses about people's intentions."
After saying that, he walked to the roadside, waved to flag down a taxi, and bent down to get in.
"You're just not being honest! Bye-bye..."
As the car window slowly rolled up, he saw Teng Zijing still standing there, waving at him with his arm raised high.
As the car drove away, Jiang Chengyu leaned back in the back seat and let out a long sigh of relief.
The neon lights outside the window shone brightly, casting flickering shadows on his face, making him appear somewhat dazed.
The phone rang abruptly. He took out his phone, and the screen displayed "Jiang Li".
"Hey, what's going on?"
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Li's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible tension.
She was still in the restroom of Xingteng Restaurant, facing her unreal reflection in the mirror, her cheeks flushed, when she asked with concern, "President Jiang, are you home yet?"
"Not yet, it's in the car."
"You've had quite a bit to drink today... Are you alright?" Her voice softened, tinged with a cautious concern.
"It's nothing." Jiang Chengyu paused. "What about you? I saw you went out. Are you home yet?"
"No, I'm still at the hotel." Jiang Li's voice lowered. "I was worried that if you were staying at the hotel, I might want to..."
"I'm not drunk, you should go back now." Jiang Chengyu interrupted her. "Send the new drawings to my email tomorrow. I'll go back to the company after Jingye's wedding the day after tomorrow."
"Understood, Mr. Jiang..."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Jiang Chengyu glanced at the screen; the call was still ongoing. Just as he was about to hang up, he heard Jiang Li softly call out:
"Mr. Jiang..."
"Anything else?"
"When...did you get married?"
Jiang Chengyu paused, his hand holding the phone froze, he licked his dry lips, and said in a low voice, "A long time ago."
"Is this...Mr. Mu?"
"Ah."
After a soft reply, there was only a brief silence on the phone, followed by a busy signal.
Jiang Chengyu held his phone until the screen went dark before slowly withdrawing his hand and leaning back in his seat.
The light outside the car window continued to flow, but the emptiness in my heart that had been suppressed by alcohol seemed to quietly resurface.
The bathroom lights at Xingteng Restaurant were almost blindingly white. Jiang Li stood before the mirror, her delicate almond-shaped eyes already brimming with tears.
Like glass immersed in clear water, it shimmered with moisture. The natural, soft curve at the corner of her eyes now turned slightly downward, carrying an indescribable bitterness.
She slowly lowered her head, her gaze falling on the sink. One drop, two drops, three drops… warm water droplets fell one after another.
A small damp patch quickly spread out, like raindrops suddenly becoming denser, wetting the tabletop.
The long-suppressed sobs finally escaped her throat, as light as a feather falling to the ground, yet carrying a pain as heavy as a thousand pounds.
She raised her hand to cover her mouth, her shoulders trembling slightly, the answer repeatedly swirling in her mind—"Mmm."
Jiang Chengyu's voice, admitting his guilt, still echoed in my ears; every word felt like a fine needle, pricking my heart with a dense, persistent pain.
"Why...why is it President Mu?"
She murmured to herself in the empty bathroom, her voice choked with sobs, filled with a sense of grievance and loss that even she couldn't explain.
The reflection in the mirror was blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was water vapor or tears. I only felt a soreness and dryness in my nose, and even breathing was painful.
She knew she shouldn't have these emotions, but those subtle concerns hidden in daily life...
Those preferential treatments that were thought to be special cases have now burst like bubbles, shattering silently.
The water stains on the sink were still spreading, like the unstoppable tide in her heart.