bookrandom Chapter 907 I Can’t Let You Go
Chapter 907 I Can’t Let You Go
The apartment building of Kuncheng Fengteng International was immersed in the morning mist, but the balcony of Gu Ze’s private apartment had already caught the faint light.
Jiang Chengyu sat cross-legged on a rattan chair, his back straight as a pine tree, his eyes slightly closed.
There seemed to be an invisible air current flowing slowly around his body, carrying with it the rich aura unique to the practice of martial arts.
The morning light climbed up the side of his face, making the redness caused by the circulation of internal energy more obvious. The sweat beads oozing from the corners of his forehead slid down his jawline and sank into his collar.
The back of his pajamas had long been soaked with sweat, and dark wet marks spread along the curve of his spine, but it did not affect the stability of his breathing at all.
With each breath, there is a certain regular rhythm that faintly harmonizes with the pulse of the city gradually waking up outside the window.
In the bedroom, Shengxue curled up on the edge of the wide bed, her snow-white fur glowing softly in the morning light.
It buried its head in its front paws, its long eyelashes occasionally trembling, and its breathing was as even as that of crushed clouds.
Quietly guarding this piece of world, together with the figure on the balcony, they form a peaceful painting.
It was not until the sky turned pale that Jiang Chengyu slowly stopped, lightly twisting his fingertips, and the last bit of internal energy returned to his dantian.
When he opened his eyes, they were clear as a mirror, with the clarity of having just finished regulating his breathing. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
He stood up slowly, fearing to disturb the little one sleeping peacefully beside the bed.
After a quick shower in the bathroom, the steam in the bathroom had not yet dissipated when Jiang Chengyu walked out wrapped in a loose bath towel.
The water droplets on the ends of the hair flowed down the neck, slid across the smooth lines of the collarbone, and sank into the edge of the bath towel.
As soon as he walked out of the bathroom door, he saw Shengxue standing at the door, her tail wagging like a blooming white flower, her bright black eyes staring at him, full of excitement.
He didn't rush to get his clothes. He walked barefoot to the snack rack against the wall and took a few slices of dried carrots from a transparent jar.
When he turned around and sat on the sofa, Shengxue immediately came over, put his front paws on his knees, and rubbed his palm with the tip of his nose.
Jiang Chengyu laughed, scratched its chin with his fingertips, and passed the dried carrot to its mouth:
"Shengxue, be good. Master Jing is busy with something special right now. When he's free, I'll take you to the park for a run."
Shengxue chewed the snacks with a "crunch crunch" sound, and rubbed her furry head against his palm, as if she understood the promise.
Suddenly, it raised its head, touched Jiang Chengyu's cheek with its wet nose, then stretched out its tongue and licked his jawline with a "smack".
"Hey——" Jiang Chengyu was caught off guard and subconsciously turned his head away, rubbing his fingertips on the place that had been licked.
There was a soft smile in his eyes, with a hint of helplessness and indulgence, "You little guy, you even learned to sneak attack?"
Shengxue tilted her head to look at him, her tail wagging even more happily, and a soft "woooo" sound coming from her throat, as if she was acting coquettishly.
The morning light shone in through the French windows and fell on the tips of Jiang Chengyu's hair, which was dripping with water.
It reflects tiny spots of light, as well as the figures of a man and a beast, which looks particularly intimate and warm.
As the morning sun just filtered through the gaps in the curtains, the fragrance of porridge wafted from Yu Fei's kitchen.
The casserole was bubbling on the stove. He was standing in front of the chopping board, wearing an apron and cutting snow vegetables. The knife blade made a crisp sound when it hit the porcelain plate.
In the living room, Teng Zijing paced back and forth like a restless trapped beast, and the sound of his leather shoes rubbing against the floor was particularly obvious.
After walking a few steps, I couldn't help but glance at the stairs. Finally, I simply walked lightly and crouched in front of the bedroom door.
I put my ear close to the room and listened for a long time, but it was completely quiet inside, even the sound of breathing was as thin as a mosquito's hum.
He couldn't stand it any longer, so he turned around and went downstairs and rushed into the kitchen, his brows knitted into a knot: "You little brat, Xiaoyu has been sleeping for so long, is she sick?"
Yu Fei kept slashing the snow vegetable with the knife, chopped it into small pieces. His tone was filled with anger: "You are the one who is sick."
"Hey, are you looking for a beating?" Teng Zijing's eyes widened, and he rolled up his sleeves and was about to step forward.
"Sister An's family has been through such a big thing. After spending three days in the detention center, what's wrong with her coming home and getting a good night's sleep?"
Yu Fei put the chopped snow vegetables on a plate and glanced at him coldly, "What's wrong with replenishing your energy?"
Teng Zijing choked, his eyes swept across the kitchen door, and suddenly remembered something: "Oh, that room upstairs...who lived there before?"
"Sister An Yu's bedroom." Yu Fei put the plate on the stove, speaking as a matter of course.
"Xiao Yu's?" Teng Zijing was stunned, his eyes full of surprise - he never knew that An Yu had a bedroom here.
He didn't even understand what Yu Fei knew about An Yu; he felt terrible, as if he had missed out on hundreds of millions.
As they were talking, they heard soft footsteps at the stairs, followed by An Yu's sleepy voice: "Xiao Fei, I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?"
Teng Zijing turned around suddenly and saw An Yu walking down the railing, her hair a little messy and her eyes half asleep.
There was something in his arms - the thing he had thrown into the trash can yesterday.
The boy doll wearing blue overalls and black-framed glasses was now held tightly in her arms.
Yu Fei picked up the fried eggs and sandwich, turned around and walked out of the kitchen. Seeing Teng Zijing blocking the door, he said unhappily, "Get out of the way. A good dog doesn't block the road."
Teng Zijing quickly moved aside and watched him put the food on the dining table, then turned back to the kitchen to scoop porridge and serve snow vegetables, his movements very skillfully.
He walked a few steps to An Yu, grabbed the doll, stuffed it behind his buttocks, and pulled An Yu to sit at the dining table.
He said nervously, "Xiaoyu, you're finally awake. If you don't wake up, I'll take you to see a doctor."
An Yu took a deep breath, moved closer to Teng Zijing, took the doll from behind him, and held it tightly in her arms.
He said lazily, "I'm fine. I just didn't sleep well in the detention center, so I fell into a deep sleep when I got home."
Teng Zijing was about to reach out, but met her puzzled gaze, which was clear and straightforward. He paused and heard An Yu ask, "Why do you always try to steal my Xiao Fei?"
He swallowed hard and forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "This thing is dirty, we don't want it anymore. I'll take you out to buy a new one later."
"Xiao Fei, you've been with me for many years." An Yi lowered her head and touched the doll's head, then suddenly looked up at him, "Did you throw it in the trash can?"
Teng Zijing opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. His eyes looked particularly innocent.
"That's him!" Yu Fei came out of the kitchen with porridge in his hand and immediately replied, "I threw it to me when I sent you back to your room yesterday evening while you were asleep."
Teng Zijing glared at Yu Fei fiercely, his eyes showing that he wanted to pick up this kid and throw him away.
Yu Fei pretended not to notice and placed the porridge in front of An Yu: "There's porridge in the kitchen, go get it yourself."
Breakfast was quickly placed on the table. The white porridge was steaming, the fried eggs were golden, and the snow vegetables were green.
An Yu held the doll in one hand and picked up the spoon in the other, drinking the porridge in small sips.
Yu Fei sat opposite her, occasionally putting a piece of snow vegetable into her bowl with chopsticks, his movements natural and familiar.
Teng Zijing looked at the annoying rag doll, then at An Yu's satisfied profile.
He could only serve himself a bowl of porridge in a bad mood, cursing Yu Fei eight hundred times in his heart, but he couldn't really get angry - he couldn't make a fuss when An Yu just woke up.
The sunlight came through the window and fell onto the dining table, making Anyu's face look furry. He looked at her.
The anger in my heart inexplicably subsided a little, and the only thought left was: it's good that he woke up.
Teng Zijing's eyes were still glued to the rag doll in An Yu's arms, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the spoon in the porridge bowl.
I was just thinking about how to replace that thing without making any noise when An Yu's voice suddenly rang in my ears, with a kind of desperate calmness.
"Zijing, please help me sell all the houses in Anzhai, as well as those securities and stocks."
She paused while scooping the porridge, and when she looked up, her eyes were red. "Let's take care of my parents' problem first. I hope they can reduce their sentences. And we also have to collect the compensation for the company's breach of contract first."
Teng Zijing tightened his grip on the spoon and was about to say, "Money is not a problem, I'll pay for it."
Then she added, "By the way, Zijing, can you help me meet Qi Haoyu? I have something I want to ask him in person."
He scooped a spoonful of porridge and took a sip. The warm porridge slid down his throat, but he couldn't suppress the coldness in his tone: "Qi Haoyu... is gone."
"Gone?" An Yu's spoon clanged against the edge of the bowl. The calmness in her eyes shattered in an instant, and she was filled with surprise. "How could it be gone?"
Yu Fei also looked up suddenly and slammed his chopsticks on the table: "What do you mean by disappeared? Ran away?"
Teng Zijing put down the spoon, and it made a slight sound when it collided with the porcelain bowl: "When the bidding project targeted Jiang Chengyu, I felt that something was wrong with him, so I asked Deng Zhouyi to send someone to keep an eye on him.
On the afternoon of June 20th, my people followed us to the Ring Expressway service area, but there was a sudden car accident there, and the scene became chaotic, so we lost our people.
Yu Fei sneered, his tone full of sarcasm: "Master Jing, do you also lose people sometimes? I thought all your men were superhuman."
"Deng Zhouyi has already led people to search the entire city." Teng Zijing ignored his teasing.
His eyes fell on An Yi's pale face, and his voice deepened, with unquestionable certainty.
"Xiaoyu, don't worry. I will get to the bottom of this matter at Antai Technology Company and give you an explanation. Qi Haoyu can hide for a while, but not forever."
An Yu's fingers tightened around the doll, her knuckles turning white. The doll's grinning face was a bit dazzling in the morning light.
She lowered her head, buried her face in the doll's fur, and said in a muffled voice: "My parents... and company matters..."
"You don't have to worry about money." Teng Zijing interrupted her in a firm tone.
"Don't touch An Zhai's house, stocks, or securities. I'll find the best lawyer to follow up with your parents, and I'll also handle the compensation for breach of contract.
All you have to do now is take care of yourself and not think too much about anything else."
Yu Fei didn't say anything, but just silently added some snow vegetables to An Yu's bowl.
The air around the dining table was a little heavy for a moment, and only the white steam rising from the bowl of porridge seemed to tell An Yu's thoughts.
After a moment of thought, An Yu said, "Zi Jing, thank you for your kindness. An Tai is my own business.
You already have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders, I can't let you take on the responsibility, and Grandpa still needs your strong support.
If Antai collapses, it collapses. I will just revive it. Three years later, if Antai recovers, we can talk about marriage. Otherwise..."
Teng Zijing shuddered and asked in surprise, "Xiaoyu...if Antai doesn't get better, what will we do?"