nucmednet Chapter 931 Little Monster, Don't Blame Jiang Shuo
Chapter 931 Little Monster, Don't Blame Jiang Shuo
This person, who always had a gentle smile and seemed fragile, at that moment...
But it was like a solid barrier, protecting him from all harm without hesitation.
The air in the courtyard was so heavy it seemed like it could drip water, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Mu Xiaoji in Jiang Chengyu's arms.
No one spoke again, except for Jiang Shuo's suppressed sobs and Teng Zijing's anxious urging on the phone, which were particularly clear in the silence.
Upon seeing this, Song Shijie's heart tightened, and he hurriedly got up and walked quickly toward Jiang Shuo, with Teng Junhao following closely behind.
Jiang Shuo sobbed uncontrollably, his face covered in snot and tears. He knelt down beside him, heartbroken.
She pulled out a few tissues from the dining table and clumsily wiped Jiang Shuo's face, her voice soft and gentle:
"Sweetie, don't cry anymore. Let's go find Daddy with Grandpa, okay?"
He took Jiang Shuo's small hand and was about to leave when he turned around and met Teng Junhao's gaze.
A hint of apology flashed across his face as he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards the old man and Teng Junhao in the main seats.
"Mr. Teng, sir, I'm so sorry. I didn't take good care of the child and ruined the birthday banquet. I will definitely come to apologize in person another day."
The old man's face was ashen, but he still waved his hand, his voice weary: "It's alright."
After saying that, he went to the living room with the help of Ling Ya and Deng Min—Mu Xiaoji's safety was still on his mind, and he couldn't rest easy there.
Zhou Xue gripped Jiang Shuo's other hand tightly, her face full of worry, and followed Song Shijie step by step toward the door.
Jiang Shuo was still sobbing, but there were fewer tears than before. However, his eyes were still red, like those of a young animal soaked by the rain, revealing confusion and lingering fear.
Rong Shishan was waiting at the door when he suddenly saw Jiang Chengyu rushing out carrying Mu Xiaoji. The side of the person in his arms was stained with blood, a shocking sight.
Just as he was about to speak, Deng Zhouyi's car screeched to a halt in front of him, the sound of the tires scraping the ground particularly jarring.
Rong Shishan reacted quickly, pulling open the back door. Jiang Chengyu bent down and carefully placed Mu Xiaoji into the car.
He quickly got in, and the car door slammed shut. Deng Zhouyi floored the accelerator, and the car shot off like an arrow.
It darted off with a "whoosh," its taillights disappearing instantly at the end of the road.
Immediately afterwards, Song Shijie, along with Jiang Shuo and Zhou Xue, ran out as well.
Rong Shishan rushed forward, his voice tense: "A-Jie, what's wrong with Xiao Ji? What happened?"
"Stop asking, hurry! Go to the hospital!" Song Shijie was sweating profusely as he pushed Rong Shishan toward the parking space.
"Oh! Okay!" Rong Shishan didn't bother to ask any more questions and quickly opened his car door.
Song Shijie first put the two children into the back seat, then got in himself.
The car engine roared as it chased after the direction Deng Zhouyi's car had gone.
Deng Zhouyi gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white, and he pressed the accelerator almost to the floor.
The car shot off like an arrow, leaving a trail of afterimages in the twilight; the screeching of its tires shattered the silence.
They brought their racing skills from the racetrack to the streets, speeding all the way towards the city center hospital.
He glanced at the back seat in the rearview mirror every now and then, his heart clenching—
Jiang Chengyu held Mu Xiaoji tightly in his arms, his arms wrapped around her tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
His eyes were red as if burning with crimson flames, and his usual calm and composed demeanor had vanished, leaving only surging panic.
Her slightly trembling left hand hovered in mid-air, repeatedly trying to stroke Mu Xiaoji's cheek.
The fingertips stopped just inches away from the skin, as if afraid that if they applied too much force, they would hurt the other person.
"Xiao Ji, wake up...please talk to me, okay?" Jiang Chengyu's voice was terribly hoarse.
With an uncontrollable tremor, she said, "I...I'm so scared of you, do you know that?"
Mu Xiaoji stirred in his arms, struggling to awaken from her daze.
Hearing the panic in Jiang Chengyu's voice, he struggled to open his eyes and forced a smile.
The voice was weak but reassuring: "Little monster, don't be afraid... I only have superficial injuries, I won't die."
He wanted to say, "If my heart and lung transplant fails, little monster, what will you do then?"
Now, seeing your indifferent attitude, your fluctuating warmth and coldness, your apparent concern yet distantness...
Whenever I think back to seeing Professors Drucker and Adris at Concordia Hospital in Los Angeles, I mistakenly believe that you have left me forever.
I mistakenly believed that the active heart in my chest was your unique form of protection.
When I tried every means to coerce Andreas into sending me back to my country so I could rush to you;
In the courtyard of Jinjiangwan Villa, your silhouette looked so unreal.
At that time, you saw everyone else, but I was nowhere to be seen; I pretended to be oblivious.
I only hope that one day you can give me another chance to atone for my sins.
Hmph! Little monster, in a few months you'll be a dad too.
I wonder what you would think if you saw twins as beautiful and charming as you? I can't wait to find out.
Little Warcraft, do you know? On New Year's Eve, you gave me a special gift;
I don't blame you for bullying me; on the contrary, I'm especially happy because I know you still hold me in that tender place.
I'm sorry, but I used the same method you used on me back then to ask Sister Yue to be your surrogate mother.
If you also cannot accept this inhumane humiliation, I will kneel at your feet and beg for death without complaint or regret.
After waiting for Mu Xiaoji to say more for a while, Jiang Chengyu spoke again:
"Xiao Ji, have you fallen asleep? Hang in there, we'll be at the hospital soon."
Upon hearing this, he opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Jiang Chengyu's blood-soaked shirt.
A hint of apology flashed in his eyes: "I'm sorry, little monster, I got your clothes dirty. I'll go and buy you some later to make it up to you."
Jiang Chengyu paused for a moment, then uttered two words coldly, "No need..."
Immediately afterwards, the arm holding Mu Xiaoji loosened slightly, but she still dared not let go.
Mu Xiaoji could feel his body relax, and she whispered, "Little monster... don't push me away,"
My head is still a little heavy. Let me lean on your shoulder for a bit, just a little while, to rest a bit.
Seeing that Jiang Chengyu did not push him away, he closed his eyes and explained, "Little monster, don't blame Jiang Shuo."
You need to understand that you, his little father, hold a very important place in his heart. Even I don't hold one ten-thousandth of that place.
Mu Xiaoji coughed twice, and after his breathing became even, he continued, "Your sudden departure without saying goodbye on the first day of the Lunar New Year hurt the little guy's feelings."
"Stop talking, save your energy," Jiang Chengyu stopped him.
"No, little monster, Jiang Shuo is innocent. Please don't implicate Jiang Shuo because of my mistake."
I left the seaside villa without saying goodbye because I felt it was time to leave.
Jiang Shuo, Sister Yue, and you and the grandparents in the Jinjiangwan villa,
This is the home Jiang Shuo should have. You shouldn't force him to be with me; that's unfair to him.
"No, it's not..."
Just as Jiang Chengyu was about to retort, Deng Zhouyi executed a beautiful drift, and the car screeched to a halt at the hospital entrance.
He practically jumped out of the car and rushed into the hospital, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Doctor! Doctor! Quick! Someone's injured here!"
Jiang Chengyu pushed open the car door and got out. He bent down to hug Mu Xiaoji, but Mu Xiaoji held his hand down.
"Thank you, I think I can manage." Mu Xiaoji supported herself on his arm, trying to sit up straight.
But as soon as he moved, his head spun around, his steps became unsteady, and he grabbed the car door.
Jiang Chengyu quickly caught him, his arm firmly around his waist, and half-supported, half-carried him towards the hall.
Deng Zhouyi had already rushed over with several medical staff, who immediately stepped forward to take Mu Xiaoji away.
They laid him on a stretcher and sped towards the emergency room, the sound of the wheels scraping against the floor particularly jarring in the corridor.
The emergency room door slammed shut, isolating the inside from the outside.
Jiang Chengyu and Deng Zhouyi stood outside the door, their tense nerves relaxing slightly.
The anxiety in my heart surged up like a tide, making it hard to breathe.
Just then, a sudden telephone ring rang out, its sound particularly clear in the quiet corridor.
Deng Zhouyi quickly took out his phone, saw it was Teng Zijing calling, and hurriedly answered:
"Hey, Mr. Jing... um, we're at the city's central hospital, just entered the emergency room... okay, I got it."
After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at Jiang Chengyu, only to see the other man stagger back two steps.
His back slammed hard against the wall, then he slowly slid down the wall and fell onto the bench.
I don't know if he was under the influence of alcohol or caught in a relationship mess.
Jiang Chengyu stood there, his head bowed low, his gaze fixed on his blood-stained hands.
The red color was so glaring, it seemed to have seeped into his skin and could not be removed.
His shoulders shrugged slightly, and even from behind, one could see an indescribable sense of defeat and lingering fear.
Seeing Jiang Chengyu's distraught appearance, Deng Zhouyi's doubts grew wildly like weeds.
His probing gaze fell on Jiang Chengyu, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke:
"President Jiang, the panic you showed in the car just now made it clear to anyone with eyes that you care about him a lot."
But after he woke up... why did he push people away again? Is it really meaningful to keep people at arm's length and play hard to get?
Jiang Chengyu lowered his head, his hands unconsciously clenching, as if blood could drip from his palms the next second, and he remained silent for a long time.
The light in the corridor fell on him, casting a long, lonely shadow.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Deng Zhouyi pressed on, his tone slightly probing: "...Is it because of Gu Ze?"
"No." Jiang Chengyu denied it almost immediately, the two words squeezed out from between his teeth.
There was a hint of barely perceptible irritation in his voice. After he finished speaking, the two fell into a deathly silence once more.
The emergency room door was tightly shut, and there was no sound from inside, only the pounding of my heart.
The inexplicable throbbing in my chest made me feel uneasy.
Deng Zhouyi opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but then he saw Jiang Chengyu suddenly raise his head and look at the closed door.
The redness in his eyes hadn't faded, but there was something deeper, like a bottomless sea hidden within.
He didn't speak, but simply lowered his head again, gazing at his hands—
It was still stained with Mu Xiaoji's blood, warm and full of life, yet it also burned his heart like a brand.
There are some things he can't say. Some concerns, like invisible shackles, bind his hands and feet, making him want to get closer, but only able to retreat time and time again.