bookrandom Chapter 817 Good Child Comes Back
Chapter 817 Good Child Comes Back
In that luxurious and cozy sea view villa, in the warm restaurant, soft lights shine on the dining table, reflecting a warm scene.
Xiao Yue and Gu Zezheng placed the new food they brought on the dining table in an orderly manner.
These foods are exquisite and tempting, emitting bursts of fragrance, as if telling of Gu Ze's intentions.
Jiang Chengyu looked at the table full of delicious food, and a feeling of gratitude welled up in his heart. He couldn't help but sigh:
"Gu Ze, you send so many delicious foods every day, I feel like I'm getting fat."
Gu Ze's face was filled with a happy smile. He carefully placed a stew pot in front of Jiang Chengyu and said gently:
"You just woke up, and your body needs proper nutrition. Before, you could only survive on liquid food all day, so how could your nutrition be balanced?
I still remember the first time I saw you, I almost didn't recognize you. When I carried you to the balcony to watch the moonlight, you looked so thin, it felt like I was holding Jiang Shuo.
This time when you wake up, you must not neglect your body anymore. Come, try this shrimp and egg custard, and be kind to yourself. "
Jiang Chengyu's eyes were filled with gratitude, and he said sincerely, "Thank you for taking so much trouble!"
Jiang Chengyu's eyes fell on the pot of tempting black chicken, red dates and wolfberry soup in front of him, and the figure of Mu Xiaoji involuntarily emerged in his mind.
He subconsciously picked up the small bowl in front of him, carefully scooped a full bowl of soup, then slowly stood up and walked to where Mu Xiaoji was originally sitting.
He gently placed the bowl of soup next to the bowl of slightly cold porridge, muttering to himself:
"Black chicken, red dates and wolfberry soup is a very good tonic. Leave a bowl for Xiaoji so that he won't be too hot when he drinks it later."
Seeing this, Gu Ze showed a meaningful smile on his face and teased: "Cheng Yu, you are so considerate."
After that, he picked up a crystal clear dumpling and gently placed it on Jiang Chengyu's plate, then said:
"Cheng Yu, eat more. I won't disturb you from eating today. I have to go shoot a commercial with Feng Tao later."
Jiang Shuo was eating porridge with gusto. When he heard Gu Ze's words, he swallowed the food in his mouth and said:
"Uncle Gu Ze, you can go ahead and do your work. We have mom here, so we won't starve."
At this time, Feng Tao looked around and found that Mu Xiaoji was not there, so he couldn't help but jokingly said, "Hey, where is President Mu?
It only takes a moment to open the door, is it possible to nail the door panel?" Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang suddenly.
Feng Tao quickly finished the porridge in his bowl, stood up quickly, and walked quickly to the hall to answer the phone: "Hello, Boss Mao, yes, yes, I know, we will be there soon.
As for the details... please rest assured. How about you personally inspect it when we arrive at the company?"
The person on the other end of the line seemed to be giving detailed instructions. Feng Tao listened carefully and responded from time to time: "Okay... okay... no problem. All up to you. You decide. Bye!"
After Feng Tao hung up the phone, he turned to look at Gu Ze, only to see that he was still constantly passing things to Jiang Chengyu. He couldn't help but urge him anxiously:
"Oh, my dear, Boss Mao can't wait any longer, so stop showing off your love here. We'll see each other every day!"
Gu Ze said slowly, with a gentle smile still on his face, "Cheng Yu, take your time eating. We'll be leaving first."
Jiang Shuo's mouth was full, and he ate with gusto, while responding vaguely: "Uncle Gu Ze, take care. I won't see you off."
Jiang Chengyu stood up with a smile and enthusiastically escorted the two out of the yard. After Feng Tao and Gu Ze got in the car, they waved to Jiang Chengyu.
Jiang Chengyu had a sunny smile on his face as he watched the car go farther and farther away. Only when he could no longer see the car did he turn around and go back to the restaurant.
His eyes fell on the white porridge in the corner and the bowl of black chicken, red dates and wolfberry soup specially reserved for Mu Xiaoji.
Seeing the leftovers on the table, a trace of doubt arose in his heart, and he couldn't help asking: "Xiao Yue, where is your young master?"
Xiao Yue was about to put the piggy-back bun he had picked up for Jiang Shuo onto his plate when he heard Jiang Chengyu's question. He said in confusion, "I don't know. He was just here."
Jiang Shuo had already finished the porridge in his bowl. He wiped his mouth and muttered, "I'll take it to Dad's bedroom. Dad always likes quietness. He must have gone back to his bedroom."
After saying that, he walked around Xiao Yue, went to the corner, carefully picked up the bowl of black chicken, red dates and wolfberry soup, and walked upstairs in small steps.
Jiang Chengyu looked at his back and said with concern: "Choubao, be careful, don't get burned."
Jiang Shuo carefully walked to the bedroom door, carrying the soup. He gently pushed the door open, but the scene before him made him stunned.
The room was clean and tidy, all white. All the furniture was covered with white sheets. The whole room looked particularly empty and quiet.
Jiang Shuo suddenly felt something was wrong, and a sense of unease surged in his heart. He shouted loudly: "Dad... Dad..."
Jiang Chengyu heard Jiang Shuo's voice downstairs, which was mixed with nervousness and anxiety. His heart tightened and he ran towards the bedroom upstairs in two steps.
Jiang Chengyu came to the bedroom door. The white sheet covering the furniture in front of him seemed to have become a fig leaf that sealed Mu Xiaoji's inner pain, stinging his eyes.
Xiao Yue followed Jiang Chengyu into the bedroom. Seeing the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but blurt out: "Master, is he gone? He hasn't even had breakfast yet!"
Jiang Shuo's eyes were red, and he asked in surprise: "Mom, when did Dad say he was leaving?"
Xiao Yue pursed his lips, a trace of helplessness and heartache flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said: "When I was preparing breakfast this morning, the young master said he was going back to G City.
I asked, "Aren't you going to wait until after the New Year to leave?" Grandma and her family miss you so much on New Year's Eve. Seeing Grandma's expression, I feel so distressed."
The young master said, "Choubao won't leave. I will go back to where I came from."
I can't selfishly deprive Jiang Shuo of his happiness just because I am his father.
Originally, he lived a very happy life with his little dad, grandparents, and mother.
But my appearance caused him two years of pain. Now that I have finally returned to perfection, I can no longer be so selfish!
After Jiang Shuo heard this, he couldn't help but let his tears fall to the ground. He held tightly the bowl of black chicken, red dates and wolfberry soup that Jiang Chengyu subconsciously expressed his love for his father, and said with a sob:
"Dad, I scooped up some black chicken, red dates and wolfberry soup for you. Even if you're leaving, you've already drunk it to show my thoughtfulness!"
As the sun sets, the train slowly approaches the G City High-Speed Railway Station. The sound of the wheels rubbing against the rails seems like a sigh of time.
As the train slowly approached the platform, the station suddenly became lively, with passengers crowded around looking for an exit.
The wheels of the suitcases rolled on the ground, making their unique rhythmic sounds, which rose and fell.
As if telling the established trivialities they carry, each sound seems to be telling a story of a journey, long or short.
Mu Xiaoji put his hands in his pockets, looking a little tired, but also with a hint of relief, and walked out of the station slowly.
The cold wind blew in his face, and he couldn't help but wrap himself up and button up his suit, then raised his hand to stop a taxi at the platform.
The car door opened, he got in the back seat, and said to the driver, "Master, Jinyang Villa No. 108."
The driver, with a professional smile on his face, responded, "Okay, sir, please fasten your seat belt. We'll be leaving right away."
Mu Xiaoji fastened his seat belt as he was told and looked out the window involuntarily.
The familiar street scenes unfolded before his eyes like a scroll. The streets and buildings that he had walked countless times evoked complex emotions in his heart.
He couldn't help but recite softly: "We are all returning home, but I am the only one; my sleeves are clean and pure, not stained by a speck of dust."
Although his voice was soft, it seemed filled with endless emotion. The driver heard his words, glanced at him in the rearview mirror, and asked with concern: "Sir, are you okay?"
Mu Xiaoji came back to his senses and smiled faintly, saying, "After a busy year away from home, it's almost the end of the year. There's nothing wrong with returning home and reuniting with my parents."
His smile was somewhat forced, trying to hide the unspeakable bitterness deep in his heart.
The car drove smoothly on the city road and soon stopped steadily in front of the door of Jinyang Villa.
Mu Xiaoji took out his mobile phone to scan the code to pay, and politely said to the driver, "Thank you, sir." Then he pushed the door and got out.
Standing at the door of the villa, Mu Xiaoji's thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the last time he came back.
At that time, he was pushing the unconscious Jiang Chengyu anxiously, his heart full of worry and anxiety for his lover.
But now that he has returned, he is just as he said, clean-handed and alone.
He let out a long breath, as if he wanted to let go of all the troubles in his heart.
He walked to the door, reached out and pressed the fingerprint unlocking button. With a "beep", the door slowly opened and he pushed it open and walked in.
Inside the house, Mu Huiying was mechanically wiping the furniture in a daze. Her eyes were empty, as if her mind was drifting far away.
Hearing the door open, she subconsciously thought that it was Dean Guo who came back, and without turning her head, she couldn't help but blurt out:
"Why are you back so early today? Go get some rest first, I'll be done and make dinner soon."
When Mu Xiaoji saw his mother's listless look, he felt a pang of pain in his heart and whispered, "Mom, I'm an unfilial son. I've caused you so much trouble!" His voice was full of guilt and self-blame.
When Mu Huiying heard the familiar voice, she suddenly turned her head to look at Mu Xiaoji. A hint of disbelief first flashed across her eyes, followed by endless surprise and excitement.
She walked quickly towards Mu Xiaoji, and the mother and son supported each other and looked into each other's eyes. Mu Huiying's eyes were full of concern and heartache. She looked Mu Xiaoji up and down.
As if he wanted to see all the changes in his son during this period, he asked, "Xiaoji, why are you back?"
As she spoke, her eyes subconsciously looked towards the door, and she couldn't help but ask again: "Where are Chou Bao and Yu Er?"
Mu Xiaoji showed a faint smile on his face and said, "Mom, I came back by myself.
They were living happily there, and I can't selfishly force them. I should respect their wishes, right?
Mu Huiying touched Mu Xiaoji's haggard cheek distressedly. The warmth of her hand seemed to carry endless love and pity. She said distressedly:
"Good boy, you're back. You need to rest well after this heart and lung transplant surgery. Don't worry about anything else! Just stay home and rest!"
Mu Xiaoji nodded with a smile that showed her dependence on her mother and a sense of security. "Well, I'm not going anywhere this time. I'll just stay home with her to recuperate."
Mu Huiying's eyes sparkled with tears of relief and heartache. She patted Mu Xiaoji's arms happily, as if to confirm that her son had really returned to her side:
"Okay, sit there and take a rest. Mom will make you some clear soup noodles." Mu Xiaoji said "hmm" softly, looking at Mu Huiying's motherly back with gentle eyes.
Step by step, she walked straight to the kitchen. Her back was filled with endless warmth and care, which gradually comforted Mu Xiaoji's heart.