bookrandom Chapter 591 Staying at this moment forever
Chapter 591 Staying at this moment forever
In the luxurious and quiet Goldsmith Bay Villa in Kuncheng, the atmosphere was particularly solemn. Song Shijie looked solemn, his brows furrowed, and quietly watched the old lady sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed.
Jiang Shuo was well-behaved and sensible, like a docile kitten. He sat quietly on Shen Rou's legs, his little hands tightly around his grandmother's waist, his eyes revealing a worry that was inconsistent with his age.
At this time, Aunt Zhao walked in quietly, carrying an exquisite tray and carefully pushed open the door.
She walked softly, as if afraid to disturb the quiet atmosphere. Aunt Zhao slowly approached the coffee table, gently put down the tray in her hand, and said in a low and gentle voice:
"Madam, it's really late. You haven't even had dinner yet. Have a bowl of lotus seed soup and go to bed early!"
Shen Rou was filled with worry, the sadness on her face was like the gloom of late autumn, lingering and lingering. She said anxiously:
"How can I sleep? I can't get through to the young master on the phone, and I don't know how Xiaoyue is doing. The old lady is so frightened because of this. I'm really worried."
Jiang Shuo raised his innocent and cute little face and comforted her in a childish but firm voice: "Don't cry, grandma, you will be fine when you wake up tomorrow morning!
Let's go back and rest! Dad must be performing surgery on someone, that's why his phone is turned off!
Song Shijie watched this scene, his heart filled with emotion and helplessness. He sighed softly and ordered, "Rou'er, take Choubao to rest! Mom, I'll stay with her tonight."
Aunt Zhao quickly took over the conversation and said considerately, "Mr. Song, you've been busy all day and have worked hard. Let me take care of the old lady!"
Don't worry, although I'm not as careful as Xiaoyue, I often watch Xiaoyue do things, and I can learn a lot from him!"
After hearing this, Song Shijie nodded slightly and said gratefully, "Aunt Zhao, thank you for your hard work! I will remember your kindness in my heart, and I will not treat you unfairly."
Aunt Zhao quickly responded humbly: "Mr. Song, you are too kind. I have been in this family for almost 30 years.
Mr. Song and the old lady have always treated me like their own child. I am so grateful to them, how could I not repay them? "
Song Shijie slowly stood up and said sincerely, "Thank you, Aunt Zhao. We'll go and rest now. I'll leave the old lady in your care! I'll find someone to come over and take care of her as soon as possible tomorrow."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door. Jiang Shuo also got off Shen Rou's legs obediently, stretched out his little hand, held Shen Rou's hand tightly, and left the old lady's bedroom, looking back every few steps.
Back at the City Center Hospital, the ward was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant. Xiao Yue lay quietly on the bed, her right foot, thickly cast and securely fixed to a frame, making it particularly eye-catching.
There was an IV tube inserted into her fair arm, and transparent liquid slowly flowed into her body through the tube.
At this moment, Xiao Yue seemed to be in a state of confusion in her sleep. Her eyeballs moved back and forth under her tightly closed eyelids, as if the horrific scene in the shopping mall was still playing in her mind.
Just then, the door of the ward was gently pushed open, making a slight "creak" sound.
Mu Xiaoji walked in with light steps, his eyes revealing concern and fatigue.
He slowly approached the bedside and looked at Xiao Yue's uneasy expression. The tragic scene in the shopping mall instantly appeared in his mind.
Xiao Yue suddenly shouted loudly in his sleep, "Master, be careful!" His voice was sharp and urgent, as if he had returned to that life-and-death moment.
Mu Xiaoji seemed to be brought back to the scene at that time by the shout. He turned around and dodged suddenly, reaching out his hand without hesitation and grabbing the dagger that was suddenly stabbing at him.
Although he reacted quickly, he was still cut in the abdomen by the dagger. He felt a sharp pain, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
While fleeing in panic, Xiao Yue was unfortunately strangled by the killer, and his face turned red.
Seeing this, Mu Xiaoji was shocked, and the first thing that came to his mind was: Jiang Shuo can't live without his mother!
He was extremely anxious. He opened his big hand and seemed to use all his strength to suck Xiao Yue and the killer in.
Mu Xiaoji hugged Xiao Yue tightly without hesitation, clenched his fists, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and swung them fiercely in the direction of the killer, knocking the killer to the ground.
Then, he quickly protected Xiaoyue and grandma behind him, like a lion guarding its cubs, with a firm and fearless look in his eyes. He watched everything around him vigilantly, ready to respond to new dangers at any time.
Mu Xiaoji stood quietly beside Xiaoyue's bed, his eyes gentle and focused. He inadvertently touched the tiny beads of sweat on Xiaoyue's forehead, which sparkled crystal clear under the light.
His heart tightened, and he hurriedly stood up and walked into the bathroom. In the bathroom, the faucet was gurgling.
He quickly filled a basin with hot water, steam rising from it and blurring the mirror in front of him. He grabbed a towel, soaked it in it, wrung it out, and walked out quickly.
Back at the bedside, Mu Xiaoji's eyes were full of concern. He gently put the towel close to Xiaoyue's cheek.
Wipe it gently, one stroke at a time, as if treating an inestimable treasure.
The warm touch of the hot towel slowly entered Xiaoyue's dream, slowly waking her up from the chaos.
Xiao Yue slowly opened his sleepy eyes, his vision was still a little blurry, and everything around him seemed to be separated by a layer of gauze.
As her consciousness gradually cleared, her gaze slowly focused and suddenly met Mu Xiaoji's exquisite and picturesque facial features.
Her memory instantly came back to her, and she subconsciously called out softly, "Young Master..." However, because her throat was too dry, she only made a weak sound, which she could hardly hear herself.
Mu Xiaoji was slightly startled, then she smiled soothingly and said in a low and gentle voice: "Sister Xiaoyue, how do you feel? Does your foot still hurt?"
Xiao Yue shook his head hard, his cracked lips opened and closed slightly, and he said again: "Master, I'm fine." But the voice was still as weak as a gossamer.
Seeing this, Mu Xiaoji frowned slightly, his eyes filled with heartache. He quickly stood up again, walked to the cabinet beside him, picked up a cup, filled it with hot water, and steam rose.
He quickly walked closer to the bedside and said caringly, "Sister Xiaoyue, come here and drink some water to moisten your throat."
After saying that, he stretched out his slender and strong arms and carefully helped Xiao Yue up, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of hurting her.
Just like when he was injured and weak, he leaned on Xiaoyue's arms for support. At this moment, he let Xiaoyue lean steadily in his arms, giving her warmth and support.
Mu Xiaoji lowered his head slightly and blew gently on the hot water. The hot steam spread in front of him. His eyes were focused and serious.
When the water temperature was right, he slowly handed the cup to Xiaoyue's mouth. Xiaoyue tilted her head back slightly and took a sip of water. The warm liquid flowed down her throat, moistening her dry throat.
At this moment, Xiao Yue's face unconsciously showed a look of happiness. She closed her eyes slightly, her heart full of attachment, and she wished time would stay at this moment forever.
Even if all this was just a dream, she hoped very much that she would never wake up from this beautiful dream and could always be immersed in this warmth and care.
In the ward that was so quiet that you could almost hear the heartbeat, soft light shone down, illuminating the room in a dim yellow.
In the huge space, there were only Mu Xiaoji and Xiao Yue, a single man and a single woman in the same room, and the atmosphere was inexplicably tinged with a hint of subtlety.
Xiao Yue, a woman who was more than ten years older than Mu Xiaoji, leaned quietly in Mu Xiaoji's arms, her eyes a little blurry. Somehow, an idea suddenly popped up in her mind.
She raised her head slightly, looked at Mu Xiaoji, and asked softly: "Master, do you think Chou Bao is lonely?"
Mu Xiaoji was slightly stunned when he heard this, his face full of confusion. He shook his head subconsciously and said in a firm tone:
"How could that be? Look, he has so many of us around him who care about him and protect him. How could Jiang Shuo be lonely?"
Xiao Yue sighed softly, a trace of worry in his eyes, and said slowly: "Master Jiang has put a lot of effort into cultivating Chou Bao, thinking of helping Uncle Song inherit the Song business.
But Choubao is so young, yet he has to shoulder so many responsibilities. Do you think this is really fair to him?"
Mu Xiaoji frowned slightly, a confused look on his face. He really didn't understand what Xiao Yue meant by suddenly saying these words.
He looked straight at Xiao Yue and asked, "Sister Xiao Yue, what do you want to say?"
Xiao Yue did not answer immediately. A complex emotion flashed in her eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she seemed to have made some kind of decision.
She slowly stretched out her hands and gently wrapped them around Mu Xiaoji's waist. This sudden action made Mu Xiaoji's heart tighten suddenly.
An inexplicable feeling of doubt and tension instantly washed over him. He stared at Xiao Yue with wide eyes, somewhat bewildered.
At this moment, Xiao Yue raised his head slightly, looked straight at Mu Xiaoji, and spoke in a gentle but unquestionable tone:
"Master, can you please let me give Chou Bao a younger brother to help him?" These words rang like thunder in Mu Xiaoji's ears.
He was so frightened that his hand trembled, and the water cup in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang" and broke into pieces in an instant. The crisp sound of breaking was particularly harsh in the silent ward.
Mu Xiaoji's face was filled with fear, and he subconsciously tried to break free from Xiao Yue's restraints. He used both hands to frantically pry Xiao Yue's hands from around his waist, while anxiously saying, "Xiao Yue, let go."
Xiao Yue had his hands pried apart by him, and could only watch Mu Xiaoji's panicked back.
Mu Xiaoji didn't even dare to turn her head, but just hurriedly left a message: "It's still early, Sister Xiaoyue, have a good rest."
As if being chased by something terrible, he walked quickly towards the door of the ward and left the ward almost as if escaping.
The ward door slammed shut, leaving Xiao Yue sitting alone on the bed, staring at the door with empty eyes, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.