nucmednet Chapter 911 Isn’t it common for me to drink alcohol?
Chapter 911 Isn’t it common for me to drink alcohol?
In the private villa of Fengteng International Industries, night fell slowly like a piece of thick velvet.
The warm yellow light of the restaurant spread over the mahogany dining table, making the dishes on the table shine brightly.
The steamed hilsa has the sweetness of fine scales, and the braised pork has a sauce so thick that it can be pulled into threads.
There is also the old man’s favorite dish, the aroma of fermented rice mixed with the aroma of wine fills the air.
Teng Junhao, wearing his neatly ironed home clothes, personally poured a glass of white wine for the old man sitting in the main seat. The wine fell into the blue and white porcelain cup, creating fine ripples.
He filled his own glass as well, raised it and gently touched the rim of the old man's glass: "Dad, try this new Moutai, it's well aged."
The old man picked up the cup and took a sip. The mellow wine slid down his throat, and a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes.
Then he looked at Teng Junhao and said, "Call that brat and ask him to come back and have a couple of drinks with me."
Teng Junhao put down his wine glass, picked up a piece of shad with chopsticks and picked out the bones for the old man, and said with a smile:
"Dad, isn't it different if I drink with you? Zijing has been busy these days. The project in Haikou has just started.
Things at the An family have him fuming again. I haven't seen him around the company lately, so I wonder where he's keeping an eye on things."
The old man said "Oh", paused his chopsticks in the bowl, and suddenly asked:
"I heard that Jiang Chengyu generously gave the Haikou area project to Fengteng? How did Zijing make the deal with him?"
Teng Junhao refilled the old man's glass of wine and shook his head helplessly: "Ever since Feng Teng was handed over to him, he has not allowed us old people to interfere.
But I asked the finance department, and they were quite generous this time—
He paid Jiang Chengyu three times the market price and promised to give him 30% of the project's profits in the future. "Is this kid stupid?"
The old man put down his chopsticks, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he snorted twice:
"Stupid? These two kids have their own ideas, and they're both very smart."
He picked up the wine glass and took another sip, looking out the window at the dark night, with a hint of approval in his tone.
“If the country wants to develop, it needs young people like this who don’t care about short-term gains and losses.
Keeping things in mind and keeping a balance in your heart is the way to accomplish great things."
Teng Junhao was stunned for a moment, then realized what the old man meant and couldn't help laughing: "You are really insightful."
"I'm going to stay a few more days this time. Let's invite the children over for a quick meal!" the old man arranged.
The old man didn't say anything more, but just drank his wine slowly, his eyes fixed on the three bad dishes on the table.
As if he was remembering something old, the warmth in his eyes was mixed with other emotions.
The only sounds left in the restaurant were the clinking of dishes and chopsticks, and the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.
The warm yellow light stretched the figures of the father and son very long, forming a quiet silhouette on the floor.
Ling Ya listened to her father-in-law's words expressing his longing for his grandson, quietly stood up, took her cell phone and walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down.
He slid his finger across the address book, found the name "Zijing", and tapped it lightly.
In the apartment, Teng Zijing was still sitting alone on the sofa drinking.
The empty wine bottles lying on the coffee table reflected the confusion in his eyes.
The bedroom in Yu Fei's house that belonged to An Yu was like a thorn in his heart;
Seven years of waiting were met with another three-year agreement, which made him even more breathless.
He didn't understand why she could have stayed safely by his side, but she had to force him to go out like a warrior?
The more I drink, the more questions I have in my mind, but I can't find the answers.
The ringing of the cell phone suddenly broke the silence, and he subconsciously fumbled to grab the cell phone on the sofa.
Seeing the word "Mom" on the screen, I swiped open the call in a daze and answered: "Mom, what's going on?"
"Son, you... drank again?" Ling Ya's voice was filled with obvious worry.
"Isn't it common for me to drink?" Teng Zijing's tongue was a little tied, but his tone was drunken with a hint of impatience.
"Your grandfather is back and is talking about you," Ling Ya said in a slow tone.
"Dinner is ready. He asked me to call you and come back for a couple of drinks with him."
"Okay, Mom, I'll be there in five minutes. Let Grandpa wait for me!" Teng Zijing suddenly smiled, his tone revealing a childish cheerfulness.
After saying that, he stood up dizzyly, staggered to the door, grabbed the car keys at the entrance and rushed out.
The roar of the engine broke the silence of the night. The Maserati weaved through the traffic like an arrow and rushed into the villa yard in a short while.
Seeing this, the security guard hurried forward and opened the car door, only to see Teng Zijing staggering out, humming a tuneless tune.
"Mr. Jing is back?" the security guard greeted respectfully.
Teng Zijing waved his hand and stumbled towards the living room. As soon as he entered the room, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Dad! Mom! I'm back! Where's Grandpa?"
Ling Ya came out upon hearing the voice. Seeing his appearance, her brows furrowed instantly, and she subconsciously looked behind him: "Son, where is Zhou Yi?"
"In... the hospital." Teng Zijing mumbled, his tongue curling. "I came back on my own."
"Hospital?" Ling Ya's heart tightened. "Did that kid...get into a fight again?"
"Mom, don't always think so badly of Ayi," Teng Zijing held his mother's arm, his tone serious for once.
"He just had a high fever and fell into a coma. I just called Qianqian, and she's taking care of him in the hospital."
After saying this, he shook off his mother's hand and walked into the restaurant with unsteady steps.
Seeing the old man sitting in the main seat, his eyes lit up, he walked over and hugged the old man's neck.
Like a spoiled child: "Grandpa! How come you have time to come home? Do you really miss me?"
The old man froze under his control and patted his arm: "Get out of the way. You're already grown up, but you're still acting like a kid."
Teng Zijing, however, sat down next to him, laughing, "Grandpa, even if I live to be a hundred years old, I'm still a child in front of you, right?"
"You little brat, you only know how to talk nonsense." The old man glared at him and changed the subject.
"Where's An'yi? The adjutant said you took her home, so why didn't you bring her back for dinner?"
The smile on Teng Zijing's face froze instantly. The next second, he stretched out his hands and hugged the old man.
Burying his face in the old man's broad shoulders, his voice was particularly heavy under the influence of alcohol.
With a thick nasal voice: "She's not coming back... three years... if An Tai doesn't improve, we will... become strangers..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he became silent, probably because he was very drunk.
The old man's heart suddenly tightened, and his rough hands gently stroked his grandson's back.
How could he not know the pain in this child's heart? Back then, for Anyu, he ignored the knife wound in his abdomen, injured the bodyguard, and broke into the base;
In order to protect her, he made a scene at the Public Security Bureau and threatened to surrender himself; killing himself for An Yu was actually self-defense.
In the military sanatorium, no matter how I punished him, he just gritted his teeth and said nothing...
But when An Yu said that she had aborted her own child, the child burst into tears.
After returning to the hospital, I slept in a daze for several days and only woke up on New Year's Eve.
"Call the security guard in," the old man sighed, his voice full of heartache, "help him back to the bedroom to rest."
Two security guards tiptoed in and carefully helped the unconscious Teng Zijing up.
The old man looked at his grandson's drooping head, his gray eyebrows twisted into knots.
The warm yellow light in the living room seemed unable to dispel the dullness that suddenly spread.
In An Yu's bedroom in Yu Fei's house, the curtains were drawn tightly, not even a ray of moonlight could get in.
The darkness was like thick ink, enveloping the entire room completely. An Yu huddled in the corner of the bed, clutching the rag doll tightly in her arms.
The doll is wearing blue denim overalls and a pair of small black-framed glasses.
It was Yu Fei's birthday gift to her, and he vowed to protect her for the rest of his life and never leave her.
She buried her face in the soft fabric of the doll, but her whole body felt like it was being roasted on a fire, and every inch of her skin was scorched.
The overwhelming public opinion was like countless buzzing mosquitoes that got into her ears and made her feel uneasy.
"Antai Technology has long been a shell company. What happened between Miss An and Mr. Jing was, to put it bluntly, human trafficking.
Look, the marriage property agreement has just been notarized, and An Tai's deficits and debts are all exposed. Do you really think the Teng family is being taken advantage of?"
"More than that, I heard that the feud started seven years ago. When An Yu was in school,
Her boyfriend jumped to his death. It was said that it was Jingye who forced him to do so because he couldn't get the love he wanted.
Now she has returned to China, clearly seeking revenge, but she failed to assess her own strengths and ended up being completely suppressed by the Teng family. She ended up losing more than she gained."
Those malicious speculations, like poisoned needles, pierced into my heart.
She closed her eyes tightly, but the sounds still came like a tide, making her temples throb.
She hugged the rag doll in her arms tighter and tighter, and its shape was twisted in her arms.
What happened seven years ago is like a nightmare that I can’t wake up from. Now it has been dug up again, torn into pieces, and hung in the sun for people to point fingers at.
She clearly just wanted An Tai to survive, and clearly just wanted to prove that she was not a dodder that could only rely on others.
How did it become a tool of "transaction" and "revenge" in the eyes of others?
In the darkness, her shoulders trembled slightly, but she made no sound.
Only the rag doll in her arms accompanied her silently, feeling the coolness of her fingertips and the heat of her heart in the boundless night.
Yu Fei thoughtfully brought a cup of milk tea, gently opened the door and walked in. Although the room was dark,
But he was familiar with the layout of the room, and he walked to the big bed and sat down with ease.
He handed the milk tea to An Yu and said, "Sister An Yu, if you're not in a good mood, have a cup of milk tea!"
An Yu took the milk tea and whispered, "Xiao Fei, thank you. My An family is now in decline, but you still stick with me."
"Sister An Yu, what are you talking about! We grew up together, and you've always taken care of me.
Even without Antai Company, I, Yu Fei, can still support you for the rest of your life."
"Xiao Fei, let's go to Zidong International Law Firm tomorrow and look for Lawyer Gu!
I've sold everything I can, and now I want to ask my parents what's the maximum reduction in their sentence they can get."
"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow. Drink your milk tea and go to bed early. Don't think too much, and everything will be fine."
When he stood up and walked to the door, he looked back at the blurry silhouette beside the bed.
He closed the door gently, leaving the darkness and heaviness of the room inside.