nucmednet Chapter 1015 This is clearly your home
Chapter 1015 This is clearly your home
The skyline of G City was still shrouded in a gray haze, with a few wisps of red clouds struggling to pierce through the clouds, adding a faint warm hue to the dark sky.
The city's towering buildings, arranged in a staggered pattern, resemble a sleeping giant, slowly stretching out from the twilight to reveal their clear outlines.
The living room of Jinyang Villa was brightly lit. A figure wearing rubber gloves and a light gray apron was moving around the living room.
The desktop, sofa, and ornaments were all wiped spotless, so much so that even the sunlight seemed to reflect off them.
On the coffee table, the children's toys, bottles, and formula cans were arranged neatly, exuding a meticulous sense of order.
Jiang Chengyu walked to the crib, and as he bent down, his eyebrows unconsciously curved into a smile, a gentle warmth radiating from his eyes—
It's as if you can still see the twins sleeping peacefully inside.
He gently wiped every frame of the crib, his movements as tender as if he were handling a fragile treasure, ensuring that the small space remained clean and comfortable.
After finishing these tasks, he turned and went into the kitchen to fetch water and turn on the stove, his movements fluid and natural.
She skillfully scooped out rice from the usual spot in the cupboard, rinsed it clean, and then put it in the pot.
A person is busy in the kitchen, and the occasional clinking of pots and pans doesn't seem messy; instead, it creates a warm and cozy atmosphere.
In the bedroom, Mu Xiaoji's biological clock struck precisely on time. He raised his hand to rub his slightly sore neck and slowly got up from the sofa—
Last night, I helped Xiaoyue put the twins to sleep very late. When I got back to the bedroom, I saw Jiang Chengyu had moved a lot of books onto the bed.
She was probably racking her brains over the names of her two children! She simply fell asleep on the sofa.
Her gaze swept over the pristine white bed, only to find that Jiang Chengyu was nowhere to be seen amidst the messy pile of books.
His heart tightened, and he quickly called out, "Little Monster?" He hurriedly grabbed the prosthetic leg, quickly put it on,
She walked quickly toward the door, her hurried footsteps whistling through the air, unable to conceal Mu Xiaoji's worried emotions.
Mu Xiaoji's heart sank, and she hurried towards the gym. With a click, she pushed open the door and her eyes met Jiang Shuo's figure.
Jiang Shuo's clear voice came first: "Hey, Dad, you're late for the gym today."
Mu Xiaoji's tense expression eased slightly, and she approached Jiang Shuo with a tired smile: "The twins were making a lot of noise last night, so I went to bed late."
As he spoke, he looked around and subconsciously asked, "Where's your little daddy?"
Jiang Shuo shook his head innocently: "I didn't see it. I thought you two were sleeping in and not going to work out today."
Mu Xiaoji's expression froze slightly. He turned around and strode out of the gym, stopping in the living room with large strides.
A glance around revealed that the living room was impeccably clean, with even the toys that the twins usually scattered around neatly arranged on the sofa.
Just as she was getting anxious, a few suppressed coughs came from the direction of the kitchen. Mu Xiaoji's heart tightened.
A wave of heartache washed over her, and she pursed her lips, walking towards the kitchen with a hint of helplessness.
As soon as I reached the door, I saw Jiang Chengyu standing in front of the stove, a faint smile on his lips, carefully washing potatoes and carrots.
He would occasionally turn around and stir the bubbling white porridge in the pot with a long spoon.
As he turned to grab the cutting board, he couldn't help but cough twice, covering his mouth with his elbow, his shoulders trembling slightly.
Mu Xiaoji couldn't stand it any longer. She stepped forward, snatched the cutting board from his hand, slammed it on the stove, and pulled Jiang Chengyu outside.
Jiang Chengyu hurriedly pulled and struggled, saying, "Xiao Ji, what are you doing? The porridge... the porridge is going to burn!"
Mu Xiaoji brushed past him, turned off the gas stove, and angrily dragged Jiang Chengyu out of the restaurant;
She forcefully pressed Jiang Chengyu into a chair next to the dining table, her tone tinged with reproach:
"I brought you home so you could recuperate, not so you could be my babysitter!"
As she spoke, she noticed the apron on his body, reached out and turned Jiang Chengyu around, neatly untied the straps, and ripped the apron off, throwing it onto the dining table.
He pointed upstairs, his voice growing louder: "You, right now, go back to your bedroom and lie down."
I think I moved around too much, because last night when I slept on the sofa, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stiff neck.
Mu Xiaoji hissed, her delicate brows furrowed, and she raised her hand to rub the back of her neck.
Jiang Chengyu instantly forgot their earlier argument, stood up anxiously, and grabbed Mu Xiaoji's wrist, saying, "Xiaoji, you have a stiff neck? Let me help you..."
"No need." Mu Xiaoji abruptly interrupted him, her eyes filled with resentment. "You deliberately didn't let me sleep in the bed last night, didn't you?"
Jiang Chengyu's face flushed red, and his voice stammered, "No...no. It's so late, and you didn't come back. I thought..."
I guess you're sleeping with Xiao Yue! The words lingered on my tongue, but I didn't have the courage to say them, and instead, I fell into a helpless silence.
As Mu Xiaoji pushed Jiang Chengyu out of the restaurant, her face darkened. "Don't think about anything. Go back to your bedroom and lie down right now."
"Xiao Ji...you really don't need to do this, I'm much better." Jiang Chengyu still wanted to argue and tried to break free from his hand.
“Little monster,” Mu Xiaoji stopped, her tone carrying an unyielding firmness.
“If you keep acting so stubborn, I’ll have to take you back to the little bamboo house—it’s a beautiful place with clear waters and fresh air, perfect for you to rest and recuperate in peace.”
Upon hearing the words "little bamboo house," Jiang Chengyu seemed to have his soft spot hit, and immediately wilted.
He was mindful that Mu Xiaoji, as a father and husband, was not by Xiaoyue's side when she gave birth;
It's already a major taboo between husband and wife, and now that the two children need someone to take care of them, he can't afford to break them up.
She let out a long sigh and said, "Okay, okay, Xiao Ji, don't be angry. I'll go back to my bedroom, alright?"
Having said that, he turned around and, like a child who had done something wrong, slunk away towards the stairwell.
After taking a few steps, she couldn't help but look back at Mu Xiaoji, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and a submissive reluctance to disobey.
Mu Xiaoji watched his retreating figure, her brows still furrowed, but she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned and went back to the kitchen, looked at the pot of steaming white porridge on the stove, and shook his head helplessly.
He thought to himself with resentment, "Little monster, don't you know how to take better care of yourself?"
This is clearly your home, yet you always act like you're living under someone else's roof; what can I say about you?
Jiang Chengyu returned to his bedroom, where the large room was so quiet he could hear his own breathing.
He walked listlessly to the bedside and looked at the few books scattered on it.
Reaching out, he picked up the books one by one, his fingertips tracing the familiar covers—all medical monographs that Mu Xiaoji often read.
Turning to the bookshelf against the wall, he relied on his memory and followed Mu Xiaoji's usual categorization habits.
He gently returned the books to their places, one by one, as if afraid of disturbing something.
He then walked to the sofa, carefully folded the blanket draped over the armrest into a neat square.
It was placed in the bottom storage compartment of the wardrobe. After doing all this, the room felt even emptier.
He sat back down on the sofa, his gaze sweeping aimlessly across the room before finally settling on a corner of the sofa—
There was a pillow that Mu Xiaoji had used last night, and there seemed to be a trace of his faint body fragrance mixed with the scent of sunshine.
Jiang Chengyu reached out and hugged the cushion to his chest, his chin gently resting on the fabric, his voice as low as a sigh.
Filled with a bewilderment she herself didn't even realize: "Did I... make a mistake again? Maybe I shouldn't have come back to G City..."
The rosy clouds outside the window had spread across the sky, casting a warm glow over the room, but they couldn't dispel the lingering melancholy between his brows.
In the kitchen, Mu Xiaoji opened the refrigerator, took out the pig-shaped steamed buns and the three-delicacy steamed buns, put them into the steamer on the stove, and covered them.
In the sink, shredded potatoes and carrots are soaking in water, waiting to drain.
Mu Huiying walked out of the bedroom, went down the stairs, and headed straight for the dining room.
As soon as I reached the dining room, I heard clanging and banging sounds coming from the kitchen. Approaching the door, I saw Mu Xiaoji with her sleeves rolled up.
With half his arm exposed, he was pouring oil into a pan, seemingly about to stir-fry some vegetables.
"Hey, hey, Xiao Ji," Mu Huiying quickly stepped forward to stop him, "Why aren't you at the gym this early in the morning? What are you doing causing trouble in the kitchen!"
"The kitchen is no place for you. Get out of here, leave the rest to Mom."
Mu Xiaoji didn't stop what she was doing. She turned to look at her mother and said seriously:
"Mom, that's not right. It's the little monster in the kitchen who came. You came, so why can't I?"
You simply gave me your love without reservation, but that's not something you can take for granted.
As he spoke, he poured the drained potato shreds into the hot oil, and with a sizzle, the aroma instantly filled the air.
Mu Huiying stared blankly at her son skillfully flipping the spatula, then smiled helplessly:
"You're getting more and more opinionated these days. Alright, I'll be your assistant."
"Actually, the little monster is almost done, so you don't need to get involved anymore."
Mu Xiaoji explained helplessly, a hint of gentleness hidden in the smile at the corner of her eyes that she herself was unaware of.
Mu Huiying heard from Mu Xiaoji that Jiang Chengyu had done all the work in the kitchen.
Her gaze swept around the kitchen, but she didn't see him. She asked in confusion, "Did Yu'er make this? Where is he?"
"I told him to go back to his bedroom and lie down," Mu Xiaoji explained reproachfully while quickly stirring the vegetables in the pan.
"The bullet pierced through the lung. The wound looks healed, but the internal damage is not so easy to recover from. It needs to heal slowly."
When Little Monster came home, I always felt he was uncomfortable; every move he made carried a hint of the awkwardness of someone living under someone else's roof.
Mu Huiying's expression darkened, and she sighed softly, her voice filled with guilt:
“It should be the mother’s fault. The mother is the one who wronged him. She used all sorts of extreme methods to force him, which caused him psychological trauma.”
She walked to the sink, picked up a rag, and slowly wiped the countertop, her fingertips trembling slightly.
“This child is sentimental and values family ties, but he doesn’t say it out loud. He also bears the grievances himself. Over the years, I, as his mother, have let him down.”
Mu Xiaoji glanced at her mother, but didn't reply. She simply scooped the stir-fried potato and carrot shreds into a plate.
He paused, then sighed, "Let's take it slow! The main reason is all my fault. If I could do it all over again, I shouldn't have brought him back to this world."
He put down the spatula, picked up the shredded potatoes and carrots with both hands, and gazed at their vibrant colors, which made the warmth of the home even more complete.