coobybook Chapter 866 If you force someone to do something
Chapter 866 If you force someone to do something
Jiang Chengyu stood quietly at the door of the intensive care unit. The light in the corridor cast a tall and silent shadow on him.
He looked through the thick glass window at Mother Mu's figure lying on the hospital bed. The regular "beeping" sound of the electrocardiogram monitor seemed to come through a layer of water film, blurry yet clear.
But his vision gradually lost focus, and what appeared before his eyes was not the white of the ward at the moment,
It was the warm scene in his dream just now, which was also the past engraved in his bones and blood.
At that time, he was in Kuncheng Sea View Villa, a home that belonged exclusively to him, Mu Xiaoji and him.
Jiang Chengyu fell into a deep sleep on the white bed and slept for a week. When he woke up, fireworks were exploding outside the window.
The red and golden flames illuminated the gaps in the curtains, and even the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and sulfur.
He struggled to move, but the long sleep had made his limbs as stiff as rust, and every movement caused muscle pain.
He fumbled for the phone beside his pillow, and the moment the screen lit up, he realized that tonight was New Year's Eve.
In the call log, Mu Xiaoji's name was densely packed among the hundreds, and the red marks of missed calls made his eyes hurt.
When they came out, it was Mu's mother who discovered their close relationship. She was furious and slapped Jiang Chengyu in the face, and scolded him to end this farce.
Mu Xiaoji was worried because Jiang Chengyu explained to Mu's mother that he was trying hard to prepare medicine for heart and lung failure for Mu Xiaoji, and he would leave Xiaoji once the medicine was prepared.
Therefore, Mu Xiaoji got angry and misunderstood that Jiang Chengyu had already planned to leave him. He went back to his bedroom in a huff and locked the door.
However, Jiang Chengyu received a call from Cao Guohua from the military hospital and hurriedly left Mu Xiaoji. As a result, there was no news of Jiang Chengyu for many days.
So, when Jiang Chengyu saw that Mu Xiaoji had hundreds of missed calls, he felt like something was clenching his chest and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
His fingertips trembled in panic. He first opened WeChat and typed "Happy New Year, Xiaoji". The moment he sent it, he seemed to be able to feel the anxious breathing of the person on the other end through the screen.
Not long after, Mu Xiaoji's video call came in. On the screen, his eyes were as red as a rabbit, and his nose was shining with water.
His usual calm demeanor was gone, and he looked like a child who had suffered a great injustice. The moment he opened his mouth, his voice was filled with tears, and his tears flowed uncontrollably.
Jiang Chengyu's heart tightened, and he softened his tone to comfort her: "Wait there, I'll come back to you soon. Don't cry, okay? It's New Year's Day, crying is unlucky."
"Little Monster," Mu Xiaoji sniffed, his voice choked but filled with persistence, "Be careful on the road. I'll cook dumplings for you at home and wait for you to come back."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chengyu couldn't hold back any longer. He dug out Song Shijie's number and dialed it. The urgency in his tone almost broke through the receiver:
"Uncle Song, can you send a helicopter to take me back to G City right away? Xiaoji is waiting for me at home.
He said he cooked dumplings for me." Every word was filled with the burning desire to return home.
Jiang Chengyu, filled with joy, returned home with great enthusiasm. The moment he opened the door, Mu Xiaoji was standing at the entrance.
When she saw his figure, her tearful eyes instantly lit up, as if filled with starlight.
He used the technique of following the shadow to move forward in an instant, hugged Jiang Chengyu's waist tightly, buried his cheek in his shoulder, and shrugged his shoulders slightly.
It seemed as if all the fear, grievances and longings of the past few days could melt into smoke in these strong arms.
At that moment, Jiang Chengyu felt like a ship returning to port in a storm, finally finding the shore to anchor.
But this warmth didn't last long. When he looked up, he met Mother Mu's gaze as she stood at the door of the living room. Her gaze was as cold as ice in December, without a trace of warmth.
"Since you left, why did you come back?" Her voice was not loud, but it was like a cold wind blowing across the ice, carrying a biting sarcasm.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I..." Jiang Chengyu opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and thousands of words were stuck on his tongue.
"Shut up!" Mu Huiying suddenly raised her voice, her anger exploding like sparks.
"I don't have a son like you, and you don't deserve to be my son!"
"Huiying, it's New Year's Day, so keep your mouth shut." Dean Guo came out of the restaurant, his tone gentle and conciliatory.
"Now that you're back, let's go to the restaurant for dinner. Your mother made some dumplings, and they're still warm."
"Who wants to feed him?" Mu Huiying's eyes swept towards Mu Xiaoji, who was still holding Jiang Chengyu, and her tone suddenly became stern.
"Mu Xiaoji, come here right now! If you continue to get entangled with him, you won't have to use my last name anymore!"
Jiang Chengyu's heart suddenly sank, and he could feel the person in his arms stiffen.
He silently pulled away Mu Xiaoji's hand from his waist and took two steps back. Helplessness and pain filled his eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Xiaoji, listen to your mother."
But Mu Xiaoji was stubborn and refused to give in. Seeing Jiang Chengyu resolutely turn around and leave the house, he quickly chased after him.
In the end, Jiang Chengyu listened to Mu Xiaoji's decision and left Mu's mother in the yard of Jinyang Villa.
I stepped on the accelerator and drove to Renxin Hospital. I stayed in the cold office of Renxin Hospital, eating a plate of leftovers and spent the most humble but also the most unforgettable New Year's Eve.
His thoughts were like threads tangled in the wind, and Jiang Chengyu's gaze refocused on the glass window.
At this moment, Jiang Shuo in the ward raised his eyes and saw him at the door.
A crisp child's voice came through the glass: "Grandma, little daddy is here to see you!"
Mu Huiying slowly turned her neck, her eyes going straight to the door and falling on the familiar and expectant figure.
Her hand was still plugged with an IV tube, and the veins on the back of her hand were slightly bulging. She was trembling at the moment, as if she wanted to raise her hand to greet him.
But after trying for a long time, the hand could not leave the edge of the bed. Only the fingers moved weakly, like a candle swaying in the wind.
"Yu'er..." Her voice was as light as a sigh, but it seemed as if mother and son were connected and had a telepathic connection.
At that moment, all restraint collapsed. Jiang Chengyu could no longer suppress his surging emotions and turned around and strode towards the disinfection room.
The footsteps were so fast that they almost brought up the wind. The disinfectant gel was cold, the sterile suit was rough.
He couldn't resist the sour and hot waves in his heart at this moment. He wanted to go in and walk to his mother's bedside.
Like countless times in the past, he held her hand and affectionately called her "Mom".
With a "crash", the door of the intensive care unit was pushed open, and cold air with the smell of disinfectant rushed in.
Jiang Chengyu stood at the door, his feet felt like they were filled with lead, and every step he took felt extremely heavy.
His emaciated body was wrapped in a white sterile suit. The light from the corridor cast a long shadow behind him, which was cast on the floor of the ward and slowly moved forward as he moved.
He walked to the bedside and his eyes fell on the back of Mu Huiying's hand which was full of tubes.
Those hands were once so strong, they could make hot dumplings, pat his back gently and say "Yu'er, don't be afraid",
At this moment, he was so thin that his veins were exposed, and even moving was extremely difficult. Jiang Chengyu could no longer hold on.
He knelt on the cold floor with a plop, and the dull sound of his knees hitting the ground was particularly clear in the quiet ward.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and carefully held Mu Huiying's hand with the IV tube.
The warmth of the palm came through the thin skin, but it was sickly cold.
"Mom," his voice was choked with sobs, his Adam's apple rolling violently, "It's my fault. I made you suffer."
Mu Huiying's eyes slowly turned, and her gaze fell on his face. A layer of watery light appeared in her cloudy eyes, and she managed to pull up a smile at the corner of her mouth:
"Yu'er... seeing you come back... Mommy feels relieved."
She paused, her breath a little unstable, and turned her eyes to Mu Xiaoji beside her. Her voice was weak but clear.
"Little Guitar...he's stubborn, stubborn, and won't budge. Don't hold a grudge against him.
In his heart... it's because he cares about you too much, and you are the only one in his heart. He's just not good at speaking and not good at expressing himself..."
Mu Xiaoji heard that every word his mother said was filled with concern for him;
He quickly stepped forward, bent down and tucked the corner of the quilt for his mother, trying to keep his tone light and coaxing:
"Mom, you just woke up, don't talk so much, first conserve your energy. When you get better,
Let's try to go home on New Year's Eve and eat the dumplings you made, the kind with shrimp, okay?"
Mu Huiying's gaze fell back on Jiang Chengyu, and she couldn't help but let her tears flow out of the corners of her eyes, dripping down her temples onto the pillowcase, leaving a small dark stain.
"Yu'er... stay, okay?" Her voice was pleading, like a thin needle.
The words pierced Jiang Chengyu's heart gently, "For more than two years... Mom watched you rely on a tube to feed liquid food every day.
You’ve lost your shape… I made the dumplings myself, cooked them piping hot, but you couldn’t even eat a single bite… I’m so…”
She didn't say anything else, but just kept shaking her head and her tears flowed even more violently.
Jiang Chengyu lowered his head tightly, his hair covering his eyes, so no one could see his expression at the moment.
Only the bulging veins on the back of his clenched hands revealed his inner struggle.
Jiang Shuo, who was watching the scene, frowned tightly and said with a childish scolding:
"Little Daddy, Grandma is like this now, and I'm telling you this because I sincerely hope you can stay.
She's already made the request, why can't you just agree decisively?"
Mu Xiaoji consoled him again, "Jiang Shuo, Mom, please don't make things difficult for him. There are a lot of things going on in Kuncheng that he needs to deal with when he returns!
If I force myself to do this, I'm afraid my father won't be able to handle the situation at Zidong International Group!"
The ward became quiet again, with only the regular "beeping" sound of the instruments echoing.
Jiang Chengyu held Mu Huiying's hand, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he was trying to grasp a belated reconciliation or an unspeakable heaviness in this slightly cold palm.