nucmednet Chapter 341: Revisiting the Villa Halfway Up the Mountain
Chapter 341: Revisiting the Villa Halfway Up the Mountain
Jiang Chengyu sat in the driver's seat of a business car. The scene outside the window flashed by quickly like a slide show, but his mind was not at all on the scenery along the way.
His eyes were focused on the road ahead, his wandering thoughts were filled with complex emotions, as if he was in a fog and couldn't find his direction.
The little stinky baby in my arms is like a little angel, with his big black, clear eyes wide open, looking at the world curiously.
His little hands waved in the air, touching Jiang Chengyu's chin from time to time. That unintentional touch seemed to have a thousand pounds of force, hitting Jiang Chengyu's heart again and again.
Jiang Chengyu lowered his head and looked at Choubao's innocent appearance, his eyes instantly turned red.
He gently held Choubao's little hand, placed it on his lips, and placed a gentle kiss on it. His lips trembled slightly as he murmured, "Choubao, your father is back; do you want to see him?"
"I'm sorry, little babe. Is your little daddy too selfish? Today, you and your son could have known each other, but..."
His voice gradually became lower, as if something heavy was choking his throat, and every word was filled with pain and helplessness.
Choubao seemed to sense Jiang Chengyu's depressed mood. He raised his head, looked at Jiang Chengyu, smiled innocently, and then called out crisply.
To Jiang Chengyu, that cry seemed like an encouragement, as if telling him to muster up the courage to face all the unknown obstacles ahead.
Jiang Chengyu sniffed and continued, "Stinky baby, your father is very stubborn and very upright.
If he knew that it was Little Daddy who secretly took his sperm and let your mother give birth to you as a surrogate, he would be furious. Little Daddy..."
Before he could finish his words, a hot tear burst out of his eye and dripped onto the swaddling clothes of the stinky baby.
Choubao seemed to have sensed his little daddy's sadness. He stretched out his little hands and kept grabbing Jiang Chengyu's collar, making babbling sounds from his little mouth, as if he was comforting Jiang Chengyu's fragile heart in his own way.
Jiang Chengyu looked at Choubao's dark, clear eyes, which reflected his own sad face. He spoke again, his voice choking with sobs:
"Stinky treasure, if one day, Little Daddy dies in the hands of your father, you should not hate him. Little Daddy...was willing to do so, and Little Daddy owed him this.
Choubao, do you know that your little daddy didn't exist originally? I am the body condensed from your dad's hard work.
The reason I am in deep sleep this time may be that I don’t belong to this time and space. Maybe it’s time for me to leave!
Little Daddy has no other request, I just hope to be with you... accompany you until the day you meet your father, then I will die without regrets. "
Under Jiang Chengyu's somewhat mechanical driving, the business car drove along the familiar road and drove into the gate of the villa halfway up the mountain with ease.
The security guard at the door saw the company vehicle that had not been seen for a long time from afar, and immediately ran out in a hurry and opened the door skillfully.
When they saw that it was Jiang Chengyu sitting in the driver's seat, they quickly saluted him in a standard way: "Welcome home, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Chengyu slowly drove the car into the yard. After stopping, he pushed open the door and got out.
Several security guards, Wang Sao and other servants had already come over to greet them. They shouted in unison, "Hello, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Chengyu raised his head slightly, quickly calmed down his surging emotions, and ordered in a calm tone: "Sister Wang, clean up my bedroom. There are some supplies for the children in the car. Please help me send them to the bedroom."
Mrs. Wang stepped forward quickly, her eyes full of concern and enthusiasm, and said, "Boss Jiang, you must be tired on the journey, let me take care of the child! Your bedroom is cleaned on time every day, and everything is normal; you can move in with peace of mind."
Jiang Chengyu shook his head gently: "No, just live your life normally, don't take my and the young master's return seriously, don't cause unnecessary trouble.
There are distinguished guests coming to Goldsmith Bay, and it’s not convenient for us to stay there, so we came back to stay for a few days.
As soon as the distinguished guests leave, we will go back to Goldsmith Bay. During this time, everyone should let nature take its course and do what needs to be done. "
"Yes!" everyone responded politely in unison.
Jiang Chengyu held Choubao in his arms and walked towards the villa with heavy steps. His back seemed lonely and desolate in the dim setting sun, as if shrouded in an invisible sadness.
Jiang Chengyu took heavy and slow steps, step by step, towards the familiar bedroom door.
When the door was gently pushed open, a familiar and heart-throbbing smell awoke in his face. It was the breath of the past, mixed with a faint woody fragrance and memories of the past years, which instantly enveloped him.
My thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that night. It was the middle of the night, everything was silent, and the whole world seemed to be immersed in a dream.
Mu Xiaoji sneaked into his bedroom quietly. The moonlight was like water, pouring through the window onto the ground, casting a long shadow.
In his sleep, Jiang Chengyu vaguely felt a hand slowly reaching out and gently touching his cheek.
The touch was gentle but with a hint of urgency, instantly waking him up from his sleep.
Jiang Chengyu suddenly opened his eyes. In the darkness, his eyes revealed a hint of panic and fear.
In a panic, he hurriedly pulled up the corner of the quilt and covered his face tightly, as if this could hide his inner anxiety and fragility.
Mu Xiaoji's voice sounded softly in the darkness, as gentle as a feather falling in the night sky, yet full of concern: "What happened to your face?" There was a hint of heartache, a hint of anger, and full of worry in his tone.
Jiang Chengyu's voice trembled slightly due to nervousness, with a hint of stubbornness pretending to be calm: "It's almost ready. Why don't you sleep well so late and come here?"
Mu Xiaoji was obviously a little depressed after hearing this, with a hint of helplessness and grievance in his voice: "I told you to take care of yourself, but you always come home injured. What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Chengyu was like a frightened little bird, with a hint of fear and helplessness in his eyes.
He covered the corner of the quilt tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, looking at Mu Xiaoji's gaze that was so hot that it seemed to melt him. The deep affection in that gaze made him both moved and scared.
Seeing him like this, Mu Xiaoji felt even more distressed. He leaned forward slowly, his movements gentle and slow, trying to make his eyes level with Jiang Chengyu, wanting to see the true emotions in his eyes through the corner of the quilt.
The voice became softer and softer, "Cheng Yu, don't hide it from me, what happened?" The voice seemed to have a magical power that could penetrate all disguises and reach the depths of Jiang Chengyu's heart.
Jiang Chengyu pursed his lips and hesitated for a long time. His lips trembled slightly, as if he was having a fierce ideological struggle.
Finally, he stammered, "Xiao Ji, I don't want to worry you. I ran into some trouble on my trip to Chicago to discuss cooperation, and I got hurt accidentally."
His voice was very low, as if he was telling a secret, a secret that he didn't want Mu Xiaoji to know.
Tears welled up in Mu Xiaoji's eyes, and finally, a crystal teardrop slowly slid down her cheek.
He choked up and said, "You are usually very smart, why did you get beaten this time?"
There was a hint of complaint in his tone, but more of it was concern and worry for Jiang Chengyu.
Jiang Chengyu hurriedly explained: "It's just a small accident, really, don't worry." There was a hint of anxiety in his eyes. He wanted to calm Mu Xiaoji down, but he didn't know how to do it.
Mu Xiaoji said angrily: "You are always like this, taking on everything by yourself. We said that no matter what happens, we will face it together and shoulder it together, right?"
There was a hint of blame in those words, but more of it was the adherence to past promises and deep affection for Jiang Chengyu.
Jiang Chengyu slowly lowered his hand that was covering the corner of the quilt, and the hand was trembling slightly in the air. He gently stretched out his hand and held Mu Xiaoji's hand tightly, as if he was holding the whole world.
He said sincerely, "I know I was wrong. It's my fault. I won't do it again. I promise." There was a firmness in his eyes, and a hope for the future.
Mu Xiaoji wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with concern in her eyes: "Then you should have a good rest, and make sure to take care of your wound." After that, Mu Xiaoji stood up and prepared to leave, but Jiang Chengyu held Mu Xiaoji's hand tightly and refused to let go.
Jiang Chengyu looked at Mu Xiaoji pitifully with pleading eyes, revealing a hint of fear and reluctance.
The voice was unclear and a little anxious, saying, "Will you stay?" The voice seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of the heart, carrying endless desire and dependence.
Mu Xiaoji paused, turned around and looked at Jiang Chengyu, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes. He was struggling in his heart, on the one hand he was worried that if he stayed, Jiang Chengyu's wound would not get a better rest, on the other hand he couldn't bear to reject his pitiful request.
Finally, he softened his heart. He sat back on the bed and gently put his crutches aside, moving very carefully, fearing that any noise would break the peaceful atmosphere. Then, he slowly lay down next to Jiang Chengyu.
A relieved smile finally appeared on Jiang Chengyu's face. That smile was like the first flower blooming in spring, warm and bright.
He slowly spread his arms, his movements gentle and slow, and then tightly wrapped his arms around Xiaoji's thin shoulders, as if he wanted to use his arms to build a solid line of defense for him, as if he was afraid that he would slip away from him if he was not careful.
Then, he carefully pulled the quilt over, his movements as gentle as if he was protecting the most precious treasure in the world, and covered Mu Xiaoji tightly with it, as if to wrap him up completely and protect him from any interference and harm from the outside world.
This heartwarming scene seemed to have happened just yesterday, and was clearly and deeply imprinted in Jiang Chengyu's mind.
Every detail, every look, every word, seemed to be engraved by time, deeply imprinted in his heart.
But now, everything has changed and he is left alone standing in this familiar bedroom, recalling every detail of the past, his heart filled with endless longing and unspeakable sorrow.
The warmth and sweetness of the past have now turned into sharp knives, piercing his heart and making him unable to extricate himself from the vortex of memories.