bookrandom Chapter 875 Dongheng Community
Chapter 875 Dongheng Community
At noon the next day, in Gu Ze's private apartment in the area of Fengteng International, sunlight penetrated the double-layer vacuum glass.
Regular diamond-shaped spots of light were cast on the floor of Jiang Chengyu's bedroom, and floating dust slowly swam in the light beam.
Shengxue was extremely hungry. He stretched his neck and let out a clear neigh towards the head of the bed.
Then he paced anxiously around the foot of the bed, his pony hooves making a dull sound on the cashmere carpet, interspersed with occasional whimpers of grievance.
From time to time, the tip of its nose would rub against the tassels of the bed curtains hanging from the edge of the bed - it knew that its owner was awake and was just throwing a tantrum and asking for food.
Jiang Chengyu opened his heavy eyelids amidst the commotion. The dull pain of a hangover felt like a lead block pressing on his temple. He raised his hand and pressed it, and the skin under his fingertips felt burning hot.
His eyes swept across the carved European-style bed frame and the dressing table inlaid with gold edges, and finally stopped on the familiar royal blue glaze teacup on the bedside table. His chaotic consciousness suddenly became clear - this was Gu Ze's apartment.
"Shengxue?" He spoke hoarsely, his voice raspy with a hangover. "Aren't we in the guest room of Xingteng Restaurant? Why are we here?"
When the little white horse heard the sound, it immediately stopped pacing and came to the bedside, wagging its tail.
She rubbed the back of his hand on the edge of the bed with her wet nose and made a flattering purr in her throat.
Jiang Chengyu took a deep breath, supported himself on the mattress and tried to sit up, but a dizzy feeling suddenly came over him.
His eyes went dark, and before he could even stand firmly on the edge of the bed, he fell forward uncontrollably, hitting the carpet with a dull thud.
"Cheng Yu!"
Just at this moment, the door was gently pushed open, and Gu Ze walked in holding a white porcelain bowl filled with warm hangover soup, which was still emitting wisps of steam.
Seeing Jiang Chengyu fall to the ground, his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly put the bowl on the pearwood chest of drawers next to him.
The bottom of the bowl collided with the countertop, splashing a few drops of light yellow soup, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. He took three or two steps to the bed and squatted down.
"How is it? Are you hurt?" Gu Ze reached out to help him. When his fingertips touched Jiang Chengyu's exposed shoulder, the other party suddenly froze.
Jiang Chengyu lowered his head and realized that he was only wearing a pair of pure cotton underwear. The shirt and trousers he wore last night were long gone. When his skin touched the slightly cool air, his back instantly tensed up.
"I..." He subconsciously grabbed the velvet quilt that was hanging on the ground and wrapped himself tightly like a swaddling cloth.
Only a flushed face was revealed, with a look of alertness and confusion in her eyes. "How could I... be like this? Where are my clothes?"
A fleeting panic flashed across Gu Ze's eyes, and then he smiled gently and reached out to help him tidy up the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead:
"You drank too much last night. Jiang Li called me and said you kept muttering my name in the hotel and insisted on going back 'home'."
He deliberately emphasized the word "home" and spoke in a natural tone as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.
"I thought it was unsafe for you to be outside alone, so I went to pick you up. Who knew that just as I helped you into the bedroom,
You vomited all over yourself, your shirt and trousers are all dirty. I can't let you sleep in wet clothes.
I had no choice but to take it off for you and send it to the dry cleaners. I estimate it will be back in the evening."
Jiang Chengyu frowned, fragments flashing through his mind: Teng Zijing smiled and said, "Room 9086 on the ninth floor has been arranged for you."
Jiang Li's carefulness in helping him take off his shoes, and the "I'm sorry" he kept murmuring in his drunken dream... But he had no recollection of Gu Ze's "repeating his name".
"Are you still dizzy?" Seeing him pressing his brows in silence, Gu Ze quickly stood up and brought over the hangover soup, stirring it gently with a spoon.
She tested the temperature before handing it to him, "Drink this quickly. I added kudzu flowers and honey and stewed it for half an hour. It will make you feel better after drinking it."
Jiang Chengyu didn't respond, but took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. The warm soup slid down his throat, with a faint sweetness, and the burning pain in his stomach was indeed relieved a little.
Gu Ze sat down beside him, his elbows resting on his knees, his eyebrows curved into a gentle arc, and his tone was just the right amount of consideration:
"Cheng Yu, I really don't blame you for not being able to come back on New Year's Eve. Aunt Mu is still staying in the hospital in City G, so it was your responsibility to stay there."
He paused, his eyes fell on Jiang Chengyu's tense face, and his voice became softer.
"You were half-hearted last night, and kept saying 'I'm sorry' to me. But you really didn't have to. When I heard you say that, all my anger went away."
"I'm sorry..." Jiang Chengyu repeated these three words in a low voice, his Adam's apple rolling, but bitterness appeared in his eyes.
He was not apologizing to Gu Ze. What haunted him in his drunken dream last night was the red corners of Mu Xiaoji's eyes.
It's the red marks left on the other person when you lose control, and the guilt that eats away at your bones after you wake up.
This feeling is very similar to the "heart disease" when I missed Chou Bao. I have clearly made up my mind to part ways with Mu Xiaoji.
After getting drunk, he just had to bump into the wound. Every time he thought of Mu Xiaoji's forbearing look, he wanted to slap himself hard a few times.
Seeing that he was silent and frighteningly pale, Gu Ze quickly stood up:
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Let me help you go back to bed and lie down for a while." He carefully helped Jiang Chengyu up.
After helping him lie down on the bed, he went to the bathroom, wrung out a towel soaked in cold water, and gently placed it on his forehead.
"Rest for a while. I'll make you some porridge. You drank so much alcohol on an empty stomach, your stomach can't take it."
The cool towel against his skin slightly suppressed the heat. Jiang Chengyu closed his eyes and listened to the sound of Gu Ze's footsteps as he left quietly.
My heart seemed to be blocked by something——Gu Ze's gentleness and consideration were like a fine net.
His guilt towards Mu Xiaoji was like the sharpest thorn in the center of the net. The slightest movement would make him breathless with pain.
The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang sharply, breaking the silence in the bedroom.
Jiang Chengyu reached out and fumbled to pick it up. The words "Jiang Li" jumping on the screen made his heart tighten. When he pressed the answer button,
His fingertips trembled slightly from the hangover. "Hey, Jiang Li, what happened?"
The voice from the other end of the phone was not the usual capable voice, but Jiang Li's rapid breathing with a crying tone.
The words were trembling: "Boss Jiang... it's bad... Yu Qianqian... she's on the rooftop of Dongheng Community and is about to jump to commit suicide!"
"What?!" Jiang Chengyu suddenly sat up from the bed, and the towel on his forehead fell to the ground.
The dizziness from the hangover was swept away by this sudden news. "What's going on? Explain it clearly!"
"Last night...last night they played in the underground dance hall until late at night, and Deng Zhouyi took Qianqian away alone..."
Jiang Li's voice was choked with sobs, mixed with embarrassment that was difficult to speak out, "They...they had a relationship,
But Deng Zhouyi later gave her a card and told her to take the money and leave, and not to bother her anymore...
Qianqian is a simple person by nature and couldn't stand this kind of insult. She felt like she was being fooled. She just sent me a message saying...she didn't want to live anymore..."
"Asshole!" Jiang Chengyu couldn't help but curse, his eyes instantly burning with anger. He suddenly threw off the quilt and got out of bed.
He moved so fast that he created a gust of wind. He opened the wardrobe door, grabbed the shirt and trousers inside, and quickly put them on.
With a "bang", he opened the bedroom door and rushed downstairs, bumping into Feng Tao who was carrying food in.
The tomatoes in the plastic bag rolled to the ground. Feng Tao stumbled to his feet and scolded, "Boss Jiang? What's wrong? You're in such a hurry. Where are you going?"
"Car keys!" Jiang Chengyu didn't bother to explain. His tone was as urgent as a drum. "Give me the car keys!"
Seeing that his face was ashen and veins on his forehead were throbbing, Feng Tao didn't dare to ask more questions. He quickly took out the car keys from his pocket and handed them to him.
Jiang Chengyu snatched it away, turned around and rushed to the garage, his leather shoes making a sharp clattering sound as they stepped on the marble floor.
The roar of the engine pierced the silence of the apartment area. The black car rushed out of the yard like an arrow. The sharp sound of the tires rubbing against the ground startled the sparrows on the branches.
The car sped along, running red lights, changing lanes to overtake, and Jiang Chengyu's knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly, his mind filled with Jiang Li's crying words.
Half an hour later, in the square downstairs of Fengteng International Group, a car suddenly braked to a stop, its tires leaving long black marks on the ground, and stopped in front of the company's main entrance.
"Hey! You can't park here!" Seeing this, the security guard hurried forward to stop them, holding the rubber stick across his body.
Jiang Chengyu ignored him and pushed open the car door and rushed into the building. The security guard reached out to stop him, but he pushed him away with such force that the other person staggered back two steps.
People were coming and going in the hall, and the staff were busy shuttling around. When they saw Jiang Chengyu's angry look, they all looked sideways.
The security guard who had just been thrown off came up with four or five of his companions, half-surrounding him and stopping him:
"Boss Jiang! This is the office area, please calm down! Wait until we inform Master Jing before you enter!"
"Get out of the way!" Jiang Chengyu's voice was as cold as ice, and the hostility in his eyes made the security guards subconsciously take half a step back.
Seeing that they were still trying to stop him, he suddenly shook his body, and his footwork changed like a ghost, which was the "Shadow Follow" skill he had practiced to perfection in his early years.
In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared from the spot. Only the elevator door in the distance slowly closed, leaving behind a string of astonished glances.
In Teng Zijing's office on the top floor, the sound effects of the mobile game were playing fiercely.
Teng Zijing was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, his fingers sliding across the screen quickly, when suddenly there was a loud "bang".
The office door was kicked open and Jiang Chengyu rushed in like a gust of wind, frightening him so much that his hands shook and his phone almost fell to the ground.
"Boss Jiang?" Teng Zijing stood up with a frown on his face, looking puzzled. "What are you talking about? Are you being chased for a debt?"
"Where is Deng Zhouyi?" Jiang Chengyu didn't respond to him at all. His eyes swept across the office like an eagle, and the anger in his tone almost burst out.
"What's wrong with him?" Teng Zijing saw that he had come with bad intentions, so he put away his joking expression and frowned. "Why are you looking for him?"
Before he finished speaking, the office door was pushed open and Deng Zhouyi walked in with a stack of documents.
When he saw Jiang Chengyu, he was stunned for a moment, then he raised the corner of his lips and teased: "Hey, isn't this Mr. Jiang? Did you sleep so comfortably last night?"
"Shu Tan, your mother!" Jiang Chengyu turned around suddenly and punched Deng Zhouyi hard in the face.
With a dull thud, Deng Zhouyi was hit and his face turned sideways, with blood instantly flowing out from the corner of his mouth.
Before he could react, Jiang Chengyu had already rushed over and pinned him to the ground.
She pressed her knees against his chest and strangled his neck with one hand: "Tell me! What did you do to Yu Qianqian last night?!"
"Jiang Chengyu, you're crazy!" Teng Zijing rushed over to pull him back, "Let's talk it over! What happened?"
Jiang Chengyu turned around and glared at him, his eyes as cold as poison: "I'll settle the score with you later!"
After saying that, he grabbed Deng Zhouyi by the collar and dragged him towards the door like a dead dog.
When had Deng Zhouyi ever been so humiliated? He and Teng Zijing had practiced fighting together since childhood, and he thought he had never been afraid of anyone in a one-on-one fight.
He was so angry at the beating that he punched Jiang Chengyu in the ribs with his backhand, his moves were fast and fierce.
Jiang Chengyu was prepared, his left hand spun around like a snake, accurately blocking his fist.
Then he turned his wrist and grabbed his shoulder tightly. With a little force, he heard a light "click" sound.
Deng Zhouyi's arm was twisted behind his back, and he groaned in pain, instantly losing the strength to resist.
"Impossible..." Deng Zhouyi stared in disbelief, cold sweat oozing from his forehead - he was actually subdued by a single move?
Teng Zijing was stunned watching from behind and hurriedly followed: "Jiang Chengyu! Let him go first! Tell me what's going on! Who is Qianqian? What happened?"
The three of them rushed into the elevator. Jiang Chengyu took out the car keys he had just snatched from his pocket and threw them to Teng Zijing: "Drive."
As soon as the elevator door opened, he dragged Deng Zhouyi out in big strides. The security guard at the door was so scared when he saw this that he quickly made way.
Teng Zijing took the key and quickly opened the back door of the business car. Jiang Chengyu pushed Deng Zhouyi in and sat in the back seat himself, holding down the still struggling person.
Teng Zijing got into the driver's seat, looked back at the two people in the back seat who were on edge, and asked anxiously, "Where are we going?!"
"Dongheng Residential Area." Jiang Chengyu's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, and each word was filled with chill. "If you go too late, the person might be gone."