The other side of the boundless sea of ​​kindness

Chapter 879 I Want My Little Daddy Back

Jiang Chengyu's car slowly drove into the yard of Gu Ze's private apartment. The tires rolled over the bluestone road, making a light "crunching" sound.

The car lights swept across the neatly trimmed holly bush in the corner of the yard, and finally stopped steadily under the eaves of the porch.

Gu Ze in the room noticed the movement almost instantly, opened the door with a "click", and rushed out with the warm light in the room.

The evening breeze lifted the sleeves of his loose home clothes, revealing a red mark on his wrist bone - probably because he was busy in the kitchen just now and got burned by the hot pot.

"Cheng Yu!" He walked over quickly, his eyes scanning Jiang Chengyu's face, his voice filled with undisguised urgency, "How are you? Is your head still hurting?"

Jiang Chengyu had just stepped onto the stairs with his long legs when he heard the words and nodded, a trace of fatigue between his brows: "It's a bit heavy."

Gu Ze immediately reached out and grabbed his arm, his strength gentle but unyielding, and half-helped and half-led him into the house.

She walked briskly to the restaurant: "I made your favorite dishes, all light and not irritating to the stomach."

The restaurant's chandelier was a bright warm yellow. Three dishes and a soup had already been laid out on the long table. The winter melon and pork ribs soup in the celadon bowl was still steaming, emitting a faint aroma of meat.

Gu Ze pulled out the main chair and helped Jiang Chengyu sit down. He then turned around and picked up a small white porcelain bowl.

He scooped a full bowl of soup and handed it over. The porcelain spoon made a crisp clinking sound when it hit the edge of the bowl.

"Have a bowl of soup to warm your stomach first," his voice was particularly soft, as if immersed in warm water.

"Go upstairs and take a hot bath later, then have a good sleep. You'll feel better tomorrow."

Jiang Chengyu took the bowl of soup, and his fingertips touched the warmth of the bowl wall. The irritation caused by trivial matters in his heart gradually dissipated.

He lowered his head and took a sip. The delicious soup slid down his throat, carrying a faint ginger aroma, which just suppressed the slight discomfort in his stomach.

"Mm, it tastes very fresh." He looked up at Gu Ze, his tone filled with genuine gratitude, "Thank you, Gu Ze."

Gu Ze stood aside, and smiled when he heard the words. The worry in his eyes dissipated a lot, leaving only a faint warmth:

"Why are you being so polite to me?" He paused, his voice so soft it sounded like a sigh. "As long as you're here with me, I feel happy and at ease."

Just as he finished speaking, a few soft hissing sounds suddenly came from the second floor, with a hint of grievance.

Jiang Chengyu suddenly put down the soup bowl, stood up, and walked quickly to the kitchen: "Shengxue is hungry."

He opened the refrigerator door, glanced quickly inside, and said with a hint of self-blame in his tone: "I left in a hurry this morning and forgot to feed it. It's been almost a day now."

"Don't worry." Gu Ze hurried over and gently pressed his shoulders from behind.

"I asked Feng Tao to buy carrots this afternoon. He said the ones in the nearby supermarket were fresh, so I picked some with mud on them. It's just getting dark now, so I guess he'll be back soon."

Jiang Chengyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, closed the refrigerator door and turned around, and saw Gu Ze holding a tissue.

She carefully wiped away the soup stains on the corner of his mouth, her fingertips trembling slightly as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Jiang Chengyu watched Gu Ze raise his hand, and the arc of his fingertips suspended in the air suddenly overlapped with a face in his memory.

When Mu Xiaoji wiped the corners of his mouth in the past, he was also a little clumsy and serious, with a pure smile in his eyes, as if the whole spring was rubbed into them.

At that moment of trance, he almost thought that the person standing in front of him was still the person who always liked to follow him.

Even the air seemed to be filled with the usual soapberry scent of Mu Xiaoji.

"Cheng Yu?" Gu Ze's voice brought him back to his senses.

Jiang Chengyu raised his eyes and met Gu Ze's amazingly bright eyes. The other party was grinning.

The lights from the restaurant's ceiling cast tiny specks of light on his face, even tinging his eyebrows with a warm glow.

Like a child who got candy, with an unguarded radiance: "Sometimes when I see you like this..."

He paused, and unconsciously rubbed the tissue that had just touched the corner of Jiang Chengyu's mouth with his fingertips, with a hint of shy honesty in his tone.

"Seeing you so defenseless and innocent, as pure as an unpolished jade, I suddenly had an urge—to take care of you forever, for the rest of my life."

Feng Tao came in carrying several bulging food bags. The rustling of plastic bags was heard as he approached the restaurant.

When I looked up, I saw the situation in the restaurant - Jiang Chengyu and Gu Ze were facing each other, looking into each other's eyes.

The light fell on their faces, and the air seemed to be filled with an indescribable silence.

The bag he was holding fell to the ground with a thud. He quickly raised his hands to cover his eyes, but he couldn't help but glance out from between his fingers.

He kept yelling, "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't see anything!"

He turned around and rushed to the stairs. Half of the carrot rolled out of the plastic bag, but he didn't bother to pick it up.

Without even turning around, he shouted, "I'm going to feed the little white horse! You guys continue, I won't bother you again!"

"Feng Tao!" Jiang Chengyu quickly stood up and chased after him. "The carrots need to be washed clean. There's mud on them. Shengxue will get a stomachache if she eats them."

Feng Tao paused on the stairs, scratched his head and chuckled, "I know, I know. How could I forget what President Jiang told me?"

The two of them pushed open the bedroom door on the second floor, one in front and one behind. As soon as they stepped in, the little white horse named Shengxue came over with a neigh.

She rubbed her head affectionately on Jiang Chengyu's arm, and her long eyelashes brushed across his wrist, as if she was acting coquettishly.

Jiang Chengyu's heart softened when it rubbed against him. He raised his hand and gently stroked its smooth mane, his voice soft and gentle: "I'm sorry, Shengxue, I was in a hurry to go out this morning and forgot about you."

He took the bag from Feng Tao's hand and picked up two carrots covered in dirt. "Wait a moment, I'll go wash them for you."

After saying that, he turned and went into the bathroom, and the sound of water running from the faucet soon came.

Shengxue followed him to the bathroom like a little tail, her little tail filled with joy.

Feng Tao was adding water to Shengxue and looking at Jiang Chengyu's back, he laughed: "This little guy only recognizes you. At noon, I used a carrot to tease it, but it didn't even bother to move its nose towards me."

After a while, Jiang Chengyu came out holding two freshly washed carrots with crystal water droplets hanging on the skin.

He casually took a tissue from the coffee table and wiped the moisture off the surface of the carrot.

I simply sat down on the carpet, and the furry carpet sank a little.

Shengxue immediately knelt down in front of him obediently. Jiang Chengyu picked up a carrot and handed it to its mouth.

With my other hand, I gently ran my fingers down its neck, digging my fingertips into the soft white fur.

"Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you." He lowered his head and looked at Shengxue who was eating in small bites, his eyes full of endless doting on someone.

The soft chewing sounds of the little white horse mixed with the occasional whispers between the two of them brought a rare sense of relaxation.

In the VIP ward of Renxin Hospital, the smell of disinfectant was slightly diluted by the fragrance of wintersweet wafting in from the window.

Jiang Shuo huddled in the corner of the sofa, his thin body sobbing. His tears fell like beads from a broken string, hitting the back of Xiao Yue's hand, burning his heart.

Xiao Yue held him in his arms, patted his back gently with one hand, and took a tissue with the other hand and passed it to his face.

A silent sigh rolled in his throat - this child was usually very sensible under Jiang Chengyu's careful teaching, but at this moment he was crying as if he was abandoned by the whole world.

Beside the hospital bed, Mu Xiaoji leaned against his mother Mu, with his cell phone screen facing Mu Huiying on the bed, and was video chatting with his family in Kuncheng.

He had his usual sunny smile on his face, and his voice was as clear as a stream flowing over pebbles: "Dad, Mom, Grandma, Happy New Year!"

On the other side of the screen, the old lady's voice was filled with deep concern, with a hint of the tremor unique to the elderly: "Grandson, how is your mother now?"

"Grandma, please don't worry," Mu Xiaoji reached out to help Mu Huiying straighten the corner of the quilt, and the camera moved closer.

"Look, my mom's complexion is getting better day by day! The doctor said she'll be able to be discharged from the hospital in a few days."

Mu Huiying leaned against the headboard of the bed. Although her face was still a little pale, the smile in the corner of her eyes was very real. She waved at the screen and said in a gentle voice:

"Thanks to you, old lady, I'm much better now. Thank you for your concern."

"Sister, you must take good care of yourself," the voice of Mu Xiaoji's biological mother, Shen Rou, came from the video, with a bit of distress and sobs.

"It's not easy for Xiaoji to be reborn now. Only when you get better can he get better with you. I can't leave here, so you two have to be well. Do you hear me?"

"Hey, don't worry," Mu Huiying patted Mu Xiaoji's hand, "Xiao Yue is here now, taking care of everything. Everything is fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Shuo suddenly got up from the sofa and ran to the bedside in a hurry.

Her face was covered in tears, and her sobbing voice came through the microphone of the mobile phone.

Shen Rouhe and the old lady on the other side of the screen suddenly became anxious. The old lady stood up on the chaise longue on the sofa:

"What's wrong with you, my dear? I haven't seen you cry so hard in a while. What happened?"

Jiang Shuo sniffed and took the phone from Mu Xiaoji. The camera was shaken badly by him.

The little face was covered with tears: "Grandma, Grandma, little daddy, he... has he returned home yet?"

Shen Rou was stunned for a moment, and without thinking, she answered honestly, "No? Has he returned to Kuncheng? Did he go somewhere else?"

"He passed away suddenly yesterday...yesterday," Jiang Shuo wiped his face, but the more he wiped, the more tears came out.

Like pearls falling from a broken string, they fell on the screen. "He left without saying goodbye. He doesn't want my stinky baby anymore... Woo... He doesn't want me anymore..."

"Don't cry, don't cry, stinky baby," Song Shijie's voice came from the screen, with a calm and soothing tone.

"Someone will be at work the day after tomorrow. Grandpa will go to the company to look for him personally. I will definitely help you find him, okay?"

Mu Xiaoji stood aside, reaching out and gently pressing on Jiang Shuo's shoulder. He still had a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes darkened.

"Dad, Little Monster won the bidding project, and he will be busy with work in the future. He is alone in Kuncheng.

Please keep an eye on him. Let him do whatever he wants, as long as he is happy."

Jiang Shuo suddenly raised his head, tears in his eyes: "He must be at Uncle Gu Ze's house!

I noticed a long time ago that Uncle Gu Ze’s eyes were not right when he looked at Little Daddy!

And that Assistant Feng of his, he's so good at talking that he can turn black into white, it must be him who helped Uncle Gu Ze to trap Little Daddy!"

Mu Xiaoji sighed, put his arms around him, and said in a voice as light as a feather: "Jiang Shuo, don't blame others, it's Dad who didn't cherish you well before."

"I want my little daddy to come back!" Jiang Shuo wiped his tears in his arms, his voice filled with the stubbornness unique to children.

"If you really miss him," Mu Xiaoji stroked his hair, his tone concealing a subtle distress, "I'll take you back to Kuncheng to find him?"

"No!" Jiang Shuo immediately shook his head, his small hands tightly grasping the corner of Mu Xiaoji's clothes.

"I promised my little daddy that I would take good care of you. If I leave, who will accompany you?"

Mu Xiaoji hugged him and suddenly became speechless. The ward fell silent, with only Jiang Shuo's suppressed sobs.

Mu Huiying turned her head away and quietly wiped the corners of her eyes. Xiao Yue stood aside, looking at the father and son. His heart felt heavy as if something was blocking it.