coobybook Chapter 957 President Jiang is ruthless!
Chapter 957 President Jiang is ruthless!
Teng Zijing drove out of the hospital gate, the low roar of the Maserati engine breaking the silence around the hospital.
As the traffic merged into the main road, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the sidewalk out of the corner of his eye—
Jiang Chengyu was walking aimlessly by himself, his steps slow, as if all his strength had been drained away.
The dim streetlights filtered through the branches of the roadside trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground and elongating Jiang Chengyu's silhouette.
Jiang Chengyu raised his hand and tapped his phone, his fingertip lingering on the screen for a moment before finally opening the WeChat interface with Mu Xiaoji.
The chat history stopped that morning.
Xiao Ji: "Good morning, little monster. How are you feeling today? I arrived home yesterday at dusk. I was worried you were resting and recuperating, so I didn't disturb you."
Little Monster: "I'm feeling much better today. I'm going to meet with Fan Wei to finalize the progress. I don't know when we'll see each other again, so take care of yourself."
Xiao Ji's emoji kiss: "Take care of yourself..."
He stared at the words for a few seconds, a faint smile playing on his lips, then turned off the screen and put it back in his pocket.
Looking up at the sky, tinged orange by the streetlights, the night was so thick and heavy that it seemed impossible to dispel the darkness.
The Maserati drove into the non-motorized vehicle lane at an intersection with a green belt.
"Di-"
A horn suddenly blared, and Teng Zijing rolled down the passenger window. The Maserati came to a smooth stop beside Jiang Chengyu.
His tone was somewhat flippant: "Are you planning to walk around the city tonight?"
Hearing the teasing in his words, Jiang Chengyu kept his gaze fixed on the distance and didn't respond for a moment.
"Get in the car." Teng Zijing didn't say anything more, tilted his head to indicate, and patted the passenger seat.
Jiang Chengyu remained silent for a moment, then walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and got in.
As soon as he fastened his seatbelt, Teng Zijing stepped on the gas, and the car shot off like an arrow, the engine emitting a deep roar.
"President Jiang, that's ruthless! In the end, Gu Ze's suicide was caused by you, wasn't it? You just said 'Very well, bye-bye!' and walked away?"
Teng Zijing stared straight ahead, his tone unmistakably mocking, as if he were about to interrogate someone.
Jiang Chengyu leaned back in his chair, his voice calm and even: "As the Buddha said, those who are destined to meet will gather, and those who are destined to part will part. Since our fate has run its course, why force it?"
"Are you truly insightful, or are you only insightful with Gu Ze?" Teng Zijing scoffed, glancing at him sideways.
“It has always been this way,” Jiang Chengyu said succinctly, his gaze fixed on the scenery outside the car window, the street view rushing past like an elusive phantom.
"Where are you staying? In that apartment in Gu Ze?" Teng Zijing asked again.
"No, Goldsmith's Bay."
"You moved so quickly? That's fast!" Teng Zijing raised an eyebrow, his tone full of surprise.
The words had barely left his mouth when a rapid phone call rang. Teng Zijing calmly put on his Bluetooth headset and answered it.
The subordinate's voice came through the receiver: "Boss Jing, we've apprehended someone at the airport."
"Who?"
"Qi Haoyu's cousin."
Teng Zijing tapped his fingertips on the steering wheel and said in a deep voice, "Understood." He then hung up the phone, a cold glint in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Chengyu immediately said, "Brother Jing, since you have something to do, go ahead and take care of it. I'll call Xiang Xiaowu and have him come pick me up."
Teng Zijing pushed the gear shift lever, and the car accelerated sharply, the engine noise rising abruptly.
He glanced at Jiang Chengyu, his tone laced with a hint of disdainful smugness: "It's just a matter of stepping on the gas, why bother going through all that trouble?"
The gauges on the dashboard climbed rapidly, and the neon lights outside the car window merged into a blurry band of light.
Jiang Chengyu looked at Teng Zijing's tense profile and didn't insist anymore—this person looked carefree, but deep down he had a stubborn streak that meant what he said.
Silence fell again in the carriage, with only the sound of tires screeching against the ground as it sped through the night.