eurekapd Chapter 867 Go back to your room and sleep. It’s getting late.
Chapter 867 Go back to your room and sleep. It’s getting late.
Jiang Chengyu lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while. Jiang Shuo's childish scolding was like a small stone, creating ripples in the lake of his heart.
He pursed his cracked lips, tightened his grip on Mu Huiying's hand slightly, and then gently placed it against the side of his face.
The coolness of his palm against my skin strangely soothed the restlessness in my heart. "Mom," he said in a low, firm voice, "I'll stay until you're discharged."
Mu Huiying's cloudy eyes lit up instantly, as if stars had fallen into them.
The wrinkles on his face were smoothed out by a relieved smile, and a faint blush appeared on his pale cheeks.
She called softly: "Yu'er..."
"Mom..." Jiang Chengyu responded, his throat a little tight.
"Now that you're awake, you must listen to Xiaoji and have regular checkups to keep yourself healthy."
Mu Huiying's fingertips gently brushed his cheek, and with a hint of anger, she said, "Look at this stubble, it pricks my hands. Go home and have a good rest."
Jiang Chengyu's face flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly and carefully put her hand back on the sheet.
Her movements were as gentle as if she were treating fragile porcelain: “I know, Mom, please stop talking.
After the checkup in the morning, if you don't have any adverse reactions, we will transfer you to the VIP ward, which is quiet and convenient for recuperation."
As he was speaking, there was a loud bang, and the door of the intensive care unit was pushed open, and Coleman walked in wearing a white coat.
He was blond and had a sunny smile on his face. He walked to the bedside and spoke Chinese with a foreign accent.
Her tone was filled with genuine joy: “Mother Mu, it’s so wonderful to see you wake up!
During dinner, Youyou and Uncle Guo kept talking about you, their faces were all wrinkled.
Now that we can chat with you, we can finally put our minds at ease after being worried for a whole day."
"Kelaiweiler," Mu Huiying looked up at him with a worried tone, "Is Youyou okay?
Don't let her come here all the time. She's pregnant now and is very heavy. She's going to give birth in three months, so you have to be careful with her."
Jiang Shuo quickly came to the bedside, raised his little face and answered, his voice childish but firm:
"Don't worry, grandma. When you were in the operating room yesterday, Daddy asked Grandpa and Mom to accompany Aunt Youyou home to rest, saying that he wanted her to worry less."
Coleman looked at the watch on his wrist. The dial flickered in the light. He turned to Mu Xiaoji and Jiang Chengyu.
"Mu, I'm on night shift tonight, so I'll be the only one keeping an eye on things. Mom just woke up, and all the data is stable. There's no need for you all to waste time here. Go home and get some rest."
Mu Xiaoji nodded, reached out and patted Kelaiweiler on the shoulder, with gratitude in his eyes: "Thank you for your hard work tonight."
Mu Huiying's eyes fell on Jiang Chengyu, and she saw that he was still kneeling beside the bed without moving.
With a hint of hesitation in his eyes, he spoke softly, "Yu'er, go ahead and listen to Colleville."
Coleman also smiled and patted Jiang Chengyu on the shoulder, then took out a pair of car keys from his white coat pocket and handed it over.
Jiang Chengyu turned his head and saw the familiar Land Rover Range Rover logo shining coldly under the light. His heart suddenly shook and he felt mixed emotions.
That was the car Mu Xiaoji bought for him after he disappeared; he used to drive it often, going out with Xiaoji in wind and rain, and spending crazy and sweet moments together in the car.
Later, because of Mu Xiaoji's misunderstanding, the marriage certificate was torn up and he was free, so he chose to leave the house.
He returned to Mu Xiaoji all the cars, houses, mobile phones and bank cards that Mu Xiaoji had given him.
In addition to my own physical condition and the sudden incident of falling into a coma, I haven't touched this very meaningful Land Rover Range Rover for a long time.
"Kate, drive slowly on the road and be careful." Coleman was used to calling Jiang Chengyu by his English name, and reminded him in a caring tone.
Jiang Chengyu raised his left hand to take the key. He felt the cool metal touch from his fingertips. He nodded to Coleville as a sign of agreement.
The three of them followed Mu Xiaoji to the door. Jiang Shuo stopped at the door and turned back to wave at Mu Huiying lying on the hospital bed. He said in a clear voice, "Good night, grandma. I'll come to see you tomorrow morning!"
"Okay..." Mu Huiying looked at the backs of the three of them, Jiang Chengyu's tall and straight figure, Mu Xiaoji's calmness,
And Jiang Shuo's lively jumping and skipping sound intertwined into a picture that made her heart feel both warm and sad, and the emotions in her eyes were complex and difficult to discern.
The father and his two sons walked out of the intensive care unit, and the lights in the corridor made their shadows longer and shorter.
Passing through the sparse crowd in the hall, the hospital was exceptionally quiet at night, with only the occasional sound of pens scratching across paper coming from the nurses' station.
After leaving the hospital gate, the evening breeze blew in with a cool breeze. Jiang Chengyu walked straight to the parking space. Jiang Shuo was like a wild animal that had broken free from its reins.
He quickly opened the back door and got in, and Mu Xiaoji followed closely behind and sat in the same row.
Jiang Chengyu stood next to the driver's seat, his left hand tightly gripping the cold door handle, his knuckles slightly white.
After hesitating for a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and got into the car. His left hand fumbled with the key to insert it into the keyhole, and there was a slight sound of metal colliding.
As he pulled the seat belt and buckled it, the muscles in his shoulders and back stiffened slightly. Then, he turned the key with his left hand and left foot, and the engine emitted a steady low hum.
He pushed the gear lever with the strength of his right palm, and then turned sideways to press the handbrake with his left hand. Every movement was deliberately coordinated, as if he was completing a ritual that he had long forgotten.
The Land Rover Range Rover slowly drove out of Renxin Hospital, and the sound of the tires rolling over the road was particularly clear at night.
Mu Xiaoji sat in the back row, his eyes fixed on Jiang Chengyu's clumsy right hand. His heart felt like it was blocked by something, and it was aching intensely.
A thousand regrets welled up in his mind: Hadn't he secretly obtained sperm and used it as a surrogate for Jiang Shuo? Why had he been so obsessed with it in the first place, and had to step on his right hand in anger?
He knew better than anyone how precious this hand was - countless critically ill patients on the verge of death had been rescued from the clutches of death by this hand.
But now, he even has difficulty holding a pair of chopsticks, inserting a key, and releasing the handbrake.
Jiang Chengyu was silent all the way, the lines of his profile appeared particularly tense under the light and shadow of the street lights, and only his focused eyes were always on the road conditions ahead.
The car quickly drove into the yard of Jinyang Villa, and the familiar shadow of the sycamore tree passed by the car window.
Jiang Chengyu parked the car familiarly at the old spot in his memory, as if the blank period of the past two years had never existed.
The three of them got out of the car, and Jiang Shuo jumped to the door like a happy little deer. He reached out and pressed the fingerprint lock, and the door opened with a "click".
Mu Xiaoji turned sideways and said to Jiang Chengyu, "Come over here and have your fingerprints taken. You'll have to come back soon, so it'll be more convenient."
He remembered that Mother Mu had once made things difficult for Jiang Chengyu, wanting him to give up, and deliberately found a locksmith to delete Jiang Chengyu's fingerprints and facial recognition methods.
Jiang Chengyu shook his head, feeling sarcastic in his heart. Jinyang Villa was the house Mu Xiaoji bought for him.
Once, Mu Xiaoji was scolded by Mu's mother and Uncle Guo because his name was on the property certificate.
It was because the blind date, Yan Na, was attracted by the house and Mu Xiaoji's identity, but Xiaoji saw through her snobbery and rejected the marriage.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chengyu refused: "No, Mom is awake and will recover quickly. I won't stay long."
After saying that, he followed Jiang Shuo into the living room. Warm yellow light instantly flooded over, and a faint pine scent floated in the air, which was still the smell in his memory.
Jiang Chengyu paused, and froze in his place for a moment, as if time had suddenly flown back.
Those nights when we sat side by side on the sofa reading documents and huddled on the carpet discussing cases came rushing into my mind.
"Go upstairs and wash up. Your clothes are all in the usual place." Mu Xiaoji's voice gently brought him back to his senses.
Jiang Chengyu nodded and turned to Jiang Shuo: "Choubao, bring your notebook over here. I have some things to deal with at the company. Just put it on the coffee table."
"Oh." Jiang Shuo responded, ran up the stairs and went to his bedroom.
Jiang Chengyu also followed him upstairs and stepped into the bedroom with heavy steps. The photo of the two of them on the wall was particularly eye-catching.
The two people in the photo are smiling brightly, and the sweetness between their eyebrows is almost overflowing, which can melt all the ice in the world.
But what he saw at this moment was like a thin needle, gently pricking his nerves, revealing an indescribable irony.
Mu Xiaoji walked in quickly, opened the wardrobe and took out a set of black and purple pajamas, his tone as warm as countless nights before:
"You wash first, I'll go see Jiang Shuo." Handing the pajamas to Jiang Chengyu, he turned around and gently closed the door.
Jiang Chengyu walked into the bathroom. The man in the mirror had dark stubble, fatigue that could not be concealed in his eyes, and a bit of slovenliness.
He took out the razor from its usual place in the mirror cabinet and began to trim his jawline bit by bit. The foam rose and was then shaved off, revealing his smooth skin, which seemed to soothe his mood bit by bit.
Outside the bedroom, Mu Xiaoji gently pushed open the door and looked towards the bathroom. A blurry figure was reflected behind the steamy glass. He pursed his lips, feeling mixed emotions.
He turned around, took out his pajamas from the closet and put them on, and habitually read a book before going to bed.
When I crawled into bed, the smell of sunshine lingered on my nose, mixed with the scent of cedar shower gel that Jiang Chengyu often used - that was the smell they once shared.
He picked up the book on the bedside table, but his eyes fell outside the pages, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the spine.
A smile quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth, greedily sucking in the peace that had been lost and regained, which belonged to the world of two people.
Not long after, Jiang Chengyu came out after washing up, his white hair still wet. He saw Mu Xiaoji leaning against the head of the bed.
His eyes fell on the page, and he almost instinctively wanted to speak: "Xiao Ji, it's late, go to bed early..."
But just as the word "Xiao" came out, Mu Xiaoji happened to look up at him. The moment their eyes met, Jiang Chengyu suddenly woke up.
The rest of the words got stuck in his throat. He turned around, strode open the door, and walked downstairs quickly.
Jiang Shuo was squatting beside the coffee table, reading Kuncheng's daily news on his laptop.
Seeing Jiang Chengyu coming down, he looked up and blinked. He noticed that his little daddy's eyes were flickering and his cheeks were a little red. He asked curiously, "Little daddy, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Jiang Chengyu avoided his gaze, "Stinky treasure, go back to your room and sleep, it's getting late."
"I know. Little daddy, don't be busy too late." Jiang Shuo stood up and said, then skipped upstairs.
Jiang Chengyu sat down on the sofa and opened his mobile phone. The screen was filled with documents sent by the heads of various departments of the company.
He opened the notebook and read it quickly. If he needed to make comments, he would leave a message on WeChat to the person in charge.
His left hand tapped the keyboard smoothly, but he had to stop occasionally to analyze the situation reported by the person in charge.
Time slipped away minute by minute, the moonlight outside the window gradually dimmed, Jiang Chengyu yawned, stood up and walked into the kitchen.
I opened the refrigerator and found the fresh milk in the usual place. I poured it into the milk pot and heated it on the stove. The gurgling sound was particularly warm in the quiet night.
Pour out the milk, wash the milk pot and hang it back in its place. Everything is done so skillfully as if it had been done yesterday.
Just as I walked out of the kitchen with the cup of milk, my cell phone suddenly rang and the name "Fan Wei" popped up on the screen.