coobybook Chapter 258 Aren’t You Two Too Cruel?
Chapter 258 Aren’t You Two Too Cruel?
In the luxurious and grand villa in Goldsmith Bay, the warm atmosphere is like the warm sun in winter, filling every corner.
Xiao Yue lazily sat on the soft sofa, her face full of happiness. She gently stroked her round belly, her eyes full of anticipation and love for becoming a mother.
Grandma was sitting next to Xiaoyue, and the loving smile on her face was like a blooming flower.
She carefully supported Xiaoyue's round belly, the love in her eyes overflowing, and she said happily:
"Oh, my precious baby will be born in a few months. I am so old and can't wait for this day. I will be a great grandmother!"
After hearing this, Xiao Yue's smile deepened, and he said happily: "Grandma, there are still three months left, which is not too long or too short. I can feel the baby moving every day now, it's amazing."
At this time, Shen Rou came out of the kitchen with a bowl of steaming tonic. She walked lightly to Xiao Yue's side, sat down gently, and then carefully blew the soup in the spoon to cool it down, and said softly:
"Come on, Xiaoyue, drink the soup while it's hot; this soup is very nutritious and can keep the baby healthy. You can't afford to make any mistakes now."
Xiao Yue said a little embarrassedly: "Madam, I can do it myself. You have worked very hard."
Shen Rou scolded, "Xiao Yue, be obedient. I'll feed you. You're so heavy now, it's inconvenient for you to move. Let me feed you! This child is hard to come by, we all have to protect him well."
Xiao Yue's eyes were full of emotion, and he said obediently: "Thank you, Madam, for your hard work during this period! I will remember your kindness to me for the rest of my life."
At this time, Song Shijie came down from upstairs in loose pajamas. He came to the old lady and said with a smile: "Mom, it's late, you should go back and rest! Staying up late is not good for your health. This is grandma, you are destined to be a grandma."
The old lady frowned slightly, with a trace of worry in her eyes. She looked at her son and said, "Chenxi has been gone for a while. Why didn't he call me back? I've been thinking about him in my heart. I really miss him!"
Song Shijie hurriedly smiled and comforted her, "Mom, Chenxi is busy with work now, and you know his temper. Once he gets busy, he can't take care of anything.
Besides, Cheng Yu said that Chenxi must not know about the surrogacy period. If his stubbornness leads to something bad happening, then we would lose more than we gain.
Tomorrow, I will let him call you tomorrow, okay? But you must not mention Xiaoyue's surrogacy. "
The old lady replied stubbornly: "I know, I know, I'm not senile yet!"
Song Shijie comforted her, "Okay, now I'll help you go back to your room to rest."
The old lady nodded and slowly stood up with the support of Song Shijie. Grandma turned to look at Xiaoyue and said with concern: "Xiaoyue, you should go back to your room and rest! Don't be too tired. Grandma will go back to her room first."
Xiao Yue smiled and responded, "Okay grandma, you should go to bed early too." After that, Xiao Yue slowly got up with the help of Shen Rou and walked towards his room. His back looked extremely warm under the light.
Mu Xiaoji came to the bedroom in a daze. His lonely figure was like a dead leaf swept by the autumn wind, looking particularly lonely in the empty room.
He walked slowly towards the closet, each step seemed to carry a heavy weight. When he opened the closet door, the slight "creaking" sound was particularly clear in the silent bedroom.
He took out the exquisite little box and sat on the ground, like a man who had been drained of all his strength. His movements were steady, but his slightly trembling fingertips revealed the turmoil in his heart.
He gently opened the small box, which contained the only relationship between him and Jiang Chengyu: passport, household registration booklet, ID card and other honorary documents.
These originally ordinary objects now seem to carry all the love, hatred and emotions between them.
His eyes were suddenly drawn to a piece of colored cardboard, which was their marriage certificate. He stretched out his hand and took it out carefully as if he were touching a rare treasure.
He gently turned the page and saw Jiang Chengyu's photo. Jiang Chengyu in the photo had a forced smile on his face, but there was so much helplessness and bitterness hidden behind that smile, and only Mu Xiaoji could understand.
In an instant, the scene at the landing machine registration office involuntarily emerged in Mu Xiaoji's mind.
At that time, Jiang Chengyu was like a soulless puppet, with empty and helpless eyes.
But Mu Xiaoji seemed to be possessed, and forced Jiang Chengyu to register for a marriage certificate without thinking of anything else.
Their story is like a legend full of ups and downs, full of twists and turns, drama and pain.
Those moments of life and death, each time was like a sharp knife, piercing each other's hearts. They met again and again under the teasing of fate, and each reunion was accompanied by complex emotions of hope and despair.
Mu Huiying stood up mechanically; every movement she made seemed so stiff, as if all the strength in her body had been drained.
She walked slowly towards the bedroom upstairs, and her back cast a long, lonely shadow under the dim light.
Jiang Chengyu just looked at Mu Huiying's back quietly, his eyes full of guilt and reluctance. His lips trembled slightly and he whispered, "Mom, I'm sorry." The voice echoed in the empty living room with a hint of helplessness.
Mu Huiying paused for a moment, but did not turn around. She just responded coldly: "I am not your mother, and I don't have a son like you."
That voice was like the cold wind in winter, piercing straight into Jiang Chengyu's heart. Jiang Chengyu's eyes instantly turned red, as if someone had grabbed his heart fiercely. He slowly sat on the ground, feeling his heart shattered, and the whole person seemed to fall into an endless dark abyss.
In this suffocating silence, a sudden rapid phone call broke the deadlock.
The ringtone sounded particularly harsh in the quiet environment. Jiang Chengyu seemed to be awakened from a dream. He moved slowly and then took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket.
When he saw that the caller ID was Professor Cao, he took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and hurriedly stood up to answer the phone: "Hello, Professor Cao, good evening."
Professor Cao's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Professor Jiang, I hope I didn't disturb your rest?"
Jiang Chengyu sorted out his emotions, coughed lightly and replied: "No, what can I do for you?"
Professor Cao's tone became serious: "There is a patient here with a complicated condition. He injured his head during the landslide. When we first examined him, all indicators were normal and we didn't see any obvious problems.
But during the follow-up today, a blood clot was found in the sensitive part of the central nervous system. As you know, this situation is very difficult, and you have rich experience in this area, so I would like to ask you to come and perform this operation now. "
Jiang Chengyu frowned. He knew the difficulty and risk of this operation, but he said without hesitation: "Okay, you arrange for the surgical team to make relevant preparations. I will be there soon."
Jiang Chengyu hung up the phone, glanced upstairs, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and then he walked to the door of the upstairs bedroom with heavy steps.
He reached out his hand, grasped the doorknob and turned it gently, only to find that the door was locked. A trace of pain flashed across his lonely eyes, and he knocked on the door gently and said softly:
"Xiao Ji, you should go to bed early. There is a very troublesome operation at the military hospital. They asked me to go there for the operation. I am leaving now."
In the bedroom, Mu Xiaoji was sitting on the floor with the marriage certificate in his hand. The marriage certificate, which originally symbolized happiness, now looked so glaring.
Hearing Jiang Chengyu's voice, his hands suddenly trembled, as if the three words "I'm leaving" were the most sensitive nerves in his body.
He didn't say anything, but just looked at the door with complicated eyes, his lips slightly opened, but he didn't know what to say.
He just sat there quietly, listening to the heartbreaking sound outside the door, until the lonely footsteps gradually faded away.
Time seemed to have frozen, and Mu Xiaoji was still sitting there with a blank look in his eyes. After a long time, the roar of a Range Rover came from the yard, breaking the silence of the night.
Mu Xiaoji stood up with a start as if he had just woken up from a dream. As if he had suddenly come to his senses, he quickly ran to the balcony, held the railing and looked down.
He saw the Range Rover slowly driving out of the villa yard. He stared at the car closely, his eyes full of reluctance and worry, until the car completely disappeared from his sight, he still did not look away for a long time, as if as long as he kept looking, Jiang Chengyu would come back.
Jiang Chengyu drove the car and slowly drove out of the villa. The night outside the car window was as dark as ink, just like his heavy mood at the moment.
His brows were tightly furrowed, and Mu Xiaoji's sad and complicated look kept appearing in his mind. He was really worried about him being alone at home.
He freed one hand, rummaged through the glove box in the car to find the earphones, clipped them neatly on his ear, then quickly found Cui Jiani's number in his cell phone address book and dialed without hesitation.
Soon, the call was connected, and Cui Jiani's lazy and slightly dissatisfied voice came from the headset: "Hello? Cheng Yu? Why are you not sleeping so late and calling me?"
Jiang Chengyu took a deep breath, his tone full of anxiety: "Jiani, can you come over here and take care of Xiaoji?"
Cui Jiani's sleepy eyes suddenly widened, her face changed, and she raised her voice: "What are you talking about? Brat, don't you see what time it is now? What's wrong with your little ancestor?"
Jiang Chengyu felt guilty, but the situation was urgent, so he quickly explained, "I'm sorry, Jiani, I'm on my way to the military hospital now. Something happened at home, and I was worried that he might have a relapse, so I had to call you."
When Cui Jiani heard this, the dissatisfaction in her tone instantly turned into worry, and she hurriedly asked: "What happened? Did you two quarrel again?"
Jiang Chengyu had a dull look in his eyes and his voice was helpless: "Jia Ni, don't ask anymore. I'm sorry to trouble you. Mother Mu is here too. Please help me take care of them." After saying that, he hung up the phone in a hurry without waiting for Cui Jiani's response.
Cui Jiani held the cell phone, snuggling in bed speechlessly. When she was about to continue looking for an answer, a busy tone came from the other end of the phone.
She shouted speechlessly: "Hey... Hey... Hey? Mu Xiaoji, did I owe you in my previous life?"
While mumbling, she scratched her hair which looked a little messy due to being woken up just now, and her face looked frantic.
But she knew that Jiang Chengyu would not disturb her so late for no reason, it must be an emergency. She sighed helplessly, turned around and walked quickly into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and began to wash up, preparing to go to Jiang Chengyu's house to take care of Mu Xiaoji.
After washing up, I walked to the bed, picked up my phone and checked the time. It was almost one in the morning.
She slammed her phone onto the bed, her brows furrowed, her eyes full of helplessness and anger.
"I'm really speechless with you!" She gritted her teeth and squeezed out these words from between her teeth, as if every word carried her current resentment.
"It's like this every time, no matter when it's related to him, he'll drag me in.
You two clearly know how she feels, but you just watch her and don't give her hope. Aren't you two too cruel? "
She was rummaging through the closet for clothes, muttering to herself angrily, her hands rummaging through a pile of clothes, and the sound of hangers colliding was particularly harsh in the quiet room.