flstandardbreds Chapter 1040 The Little Monster Has Something to Tell You
Chapter 1040 The Little Monster Has Something to Tell You
In the master bedroom of the Jinyang Villa in G City, warm yellow light spilled over the neat bed. Jiang Chengyu leaned against the pillows, his fingertips lightly swiping on the phone screen, his expression focused.
When Mu Xiaoji pushed open the door, she looked exhausted, holding a cup of hot milk in one hand and rubbing her aching neck with the other.
He walked to the bedside, handed her the milk, and asked in a hoarse, sleepy voice, "What time is it? Why are you still looking at your phone?"
"Have you put Da Bao and Pang Ya to sleep?" Jiang Chengyu asked with concern.
"Yeah, they argue until this late every day, and Sister Yue has lost weight recently."
"Huh? Who are you talking to? It's so late already. Here, stop talking, drink your milk and go to sleep."
Jiang Chengyu hurriedly sent the message, put down his phone, reached out and took the milk. His fingertips touched the warmth of the cup, and he explained:
"Fan Wei's project is completed. I'll have Meng Lisha and Yin Shihang take the design team members to inspect the site tomorrow."
For the remaining projects, Jiang Li will accompany Fan Wei to the site for inspection. We'll set a date to start construction once they submit the new design drawings.
It's almost the end of the year, no need to rush. Let everyone take their annual leave early and go home to rest.
Mu Xiaoji listened to his well-organized instructions as she walked around to the other side of the bed.
He reached out to pull back the covers and crawl under, but Jiang Chengyu pressed the covers down subtly; the corner of the covers slipped from his hand and he couldn't pull them back.
Mu Xiaoji was stunned for a moment, and that strange feeling in her heart resurfaced—
Ever since they returned from the bamboo house, Jiang Chengyu seems to be intentionally or unintentionally avoiding sharing a bed.
Without thinking much, he patted his neck, took out his phone, and leaned over: "Little Warcraft, I have something to tell you."
Jiang Chengyu threw off the covers and got out of bed. He walked straight to the sofa, casually nestled inside, and said in a flat tone, "What is it? Tell me."
Mu Xiaoji's hand, which was halfway outstretched, froze at the edge of the bed. Looking at his figure, which deliberately kept his distance, she felt as if something had gently stung her heart.
He pursed his lips, got out of bed, walked to the sofa, and opened the Kunming morning news on his phone.
He sat down next to Jiang Chengyu and said, "Something happened to Gu Ze and the others. Do you want to go back to Kuncheng to look for them?"
Jiang Chengyu said almost without hesitation: "The police should have already intervened in the investigation, and I can't cross the line if I go back."
Besides, he wouldn't ignore Boss Jing's men; Boss Jing's power is a hundred times greater than that of the police!
Even if I go back, I'll only help Uncle Song categorize the projects quickly and come up with solutions to complete them as soon as possible.
A wave of drowsiness washed over Mu Xiaoji. He leaned against Jiang Chengyu's shoulder and mumbled indistinctly:
“Gu Ze is a very good friend of yours. No matter how powerful or capable Master Jing is, Gu Ze would definitely want you to save him.”
Jiang Chengyu was looking through the company's latest reports when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder.
Turning his head, he saw Mu Xiaoji, his neck trembling, already asleep with his head tilted to the side. He put down his phone, got up, carefully picked him up, and carried him to the large bed.
"Little monster... Da Bao will be called Jiang Shiye, and Pang Ya will be called Jiang Shiyu... What do you think?"
Mu Xiaoji mumbled in her sleep, her voice as soft as a sigh, but the two names clearly entered Jiang Chengyu's ears.
"Xiao Ji, why do you want them both to have the surname Jiang?" Jiang Chengyu asked, puzzled.
Mu Xiaoji did not respond, but Jiang Chengyu stopped by the bed, his gaze fixed on the sleeping person in his arms.
A slight smile played on his lips, as if the birth of the twins had brought him endless joy.
This caused him to have a sweet smile bloom in his heart even in his sleep.
Jiang Chengyu carefully placed Mu Xiaoji into the bed and gently adjusted the angle of the pillow.
He then reached out and carefully removed the prosthesis from his leg, placing it within easy reach of him on the bedside table.
Over the years, her gentleness towards him has become a skill, and every detail reveals her subconscious thoughtfulness.
He pulled the blanket over Mu Xiaoji's shoulders gently and whispered, "Goodnight, Xiaoji."
I reached out and turned off the main light, leaving only a small, warm yellow nightlight on the bedside table, its soft light spilling onto the bedding.
Jiang Chengyu turned around and went back to the sofa. As he lay down, the scenes from the daytime involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
In the living room, he held his eldest child, who was giggling and clutching his collar with his chubby little hands, their intimacy unmatched.
But when Mu Xiaoji or Mu's mother or someone else holds him, Da Bao always whines and his little face scrunches up, clearly showing his displeasure and grievance.
Jiang Shuo, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh and tease, "Big Bug, you're really being pretentious!"
Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, and Dad don't want to be held; you probably know every single one of your family members by heart!
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the room burst into laughter. Jiang Shuo scratched his head sheepishly.
He chuckled and added, "Speaking of which, I'm probably the clingiest one."
Grandma said I was a very crybaby when I was little; but if I was placed in my uncle's arms, I could lie quietly for a whole day.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chengyu's lips unconsciously softened.
He remembered that he couldn't help but reach out and touch Jiang Shuo's little head; the soft, furry touch still seemed to warm his fingertips—
This bond between father and son has long been entwined in his heart like a vine, ingrained in his very bones, and can never be severed in this lifetime.
The sofa wasn't spacious, but he slept exceptionally soundly, as if those warm images could dispel all his fatigue, and even his breathing became long and even.
The next day, just as the first hint of dawn appeared on the horizon, Mu Xiaoji's biological clock woke him up precisely on time.
Turning his head to look at his side, he saw that Jiang Chengyu's seat was empty. He slowly sat up.
His gaze fell on the sofa—Jiang Chengyu had spent the entire night curled up there.
My heart felt like it had been gently tugged, and a mix of emotions welled up inside me.
He casually picked up the prosthetic leg and skillfully installed it, then took a blanket from the cabinet and walked over to the sofa to cover Jiang Chengyu with it.
The blanket had barely touched his shoulder when Jiang Chengyu opened his eyes, still drowsy.
Yet Mu Xiaoji's figure was clearly reflected in the image, and feeling this delicate tenderness, his Adam's apple moved almost imperceptibly.
Mu Xiaoji clenched her fingers, mustered her courage, and spoke, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible disappointment and gentleness:
"Little monster, if you don't like me stepping into your room, from now on I'll sleep in the guest room, so you don't have to make things difficult for yourself."
After saying that, he gently patted Jiang Chengyu's shoulder, slowly got up, and tiptoed out of the bedroom.
Jiang Chengyu watched his retreating figure disappear through the doorway, his left hand instinctively tightening its grip on the corner of the blanket.
With a slight frown, filled with confusion, she murmured softly, "Xiao Ji, shouldn't you be by Xiao Yue's side? Or is it time for me to go back to Kunming?"
Mu Xiaoji went downstairs to the gym as usual. Jiang Shuo had already climbed to the top of the climbing wall.
Seeing him come in, she called out in a clear voice, "Good morning, Daddy. Where's Little Daddy?"
"Good morning, Jiangshuo. Your daddy will be here soon," Mu Xiaoji replied, stretching his limbs as he responded to his son with ease.
“Dad, news of an online jewelry auction went viral last night. Some of the items in the auction look just like the ivory fan that Little Daddy wrote about in your novel, and... and Grandma’s jade bracelet.”
As Jiang Shuo spoke, standing atop the tower and looking down at her, he said, "Take a look at your phone. Doesn't what I said sound very similar?"
Mu Xiaoji immediately took out her phone to search, and asked as she swiped the screen, "When did you see it? Has the auction time been set?"
"It was just released last night. The sponsor is an old man with a white beard. He looks very special and has a kind of otherworldly air about him."
Jiang Shuo recalled, "The auction took place on a weekend morning in the exhibition hall on the second floor of the 'Sea Shark' at the Hong Kong Governors Summit."
The moment Mu Xiaoji clicked on the picture, her eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat. She blurted out in disbelief, "It really is..."
Jiang Shuo keenly noticed the change in his expression and exclaimed excitedly, "What did you say?"
"Jiang Shuo, these really are the fan and bracelet left behind by my father, Jiang Hao." Mu Xiaoji's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.
"How could this be?" Jiang Shuo was also taken aback.
"Weren't his things left there? How did they end up at the auction? Is there a picture of the wealthy person you mentioned on the website?"
Mu Xiaoji had too many questions. His fingers flew across the webpage, but he couldn't find any relevant images.
Seeing this, Jiang Shuo slid down the safety rope, picked up his phone on the yoga mat, and...
When I opened the history and searched for the sponsor's picture again, a message appeared saying that the picture had been withdrawn: "I saw it last night, and now... it has been withdrawn."
He clicked his tongue. "He's just an old man with a white beard. Dad, are you saying you suspect the sugar daddy is the old book spirit?"
Mu Xiaoji was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "How could that be? He said he could only stay in a parallel space or in my sea of consciousness."
"I never said I could leave these realms, and after seeing me in my sea of consciousness last year, I haven't seen me again."
"How about I draw it for you?" Jiang Shuo said confidently. "I remember what he looks like."
“Okay.” Mu Xiaoji nodded, already having made up his mind. “If it really is him, I must go to this Hong Kong Governor Summit.”
"Are you going to help your father get his things back?" Jiang Shuo asked, looking up.
"Mmm." Mu Xiaoji looked at the pictures on her phone, her eyes softening.
“He has no attachments here; these are his keepsakes, and they should be returned to their rightful owner.”
"How could he not have any attachments?" Jiang Shuo tilted his head, looking puzzled. "Aren't you and me the people he cares about most?"
Mu Xiaoji silently endured the bitterness in her heart, without giving a direct answer. She simply looked at her son, a faint smile appearing in her eyes.
The two smiled at each other, walked out of the gym side by side, and went straight upstairs to Jiang Shuo's bedroom—where Jiang Shuo's easel was located.
Having just passed the master bedroom, Jiang Chengyu opened the door and looked out at the backs of the father and son.
He hurriedly went into Jiang Shuo's bedroom next door and closed the door.
Although somewhat puzzled, she didn't dwell on it and turned to go downstairs. Morning light streamed through the living room window, casting long shadows on the floor, like a thin veil concealing unspoken thoughts.
In Jiang Shuo's bedroom, the lines on the drawing board gradually outlined the shape, and the appearance of the old man Shuling became clearer.
Mu Xiaoji's eyes widened, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes: "Jiang Shuo, it's him, no doubt about it, I'd recognize him even if he were ashes."
"Dad, take me with you." Jiang Shuo put down his paintbrush and looked up at him.
With a seriousness beyond his years, he said, "I'm worried about you going to a place like that alone."
"Where? And what do you know?" Mu Xiaoji was amused by her son's mature demeanor and reached out to ruffle his hair.
"You can't be unaware that the 'Sea Shark' at the Hong Kong Governors Summit is a money pit cruise ship, can you?"
Jiang Shuo brushed his hand away, giving him a "you're too naive" look. "There are all kinds of people up there, someone like you..."
He hesitated, seemingly unable to think of a suitable word to describe his father's "innocent rabbit" nature.
He paused for a moment before saying, "Anyway, it's not suitable for you to go." With that, he turned and walked out of the bedroom.
Mu Xiaoji was both angry and amused, following him downstairs. Once in the restaurant, she plopped down in a chair.
Ignoring Jiang Shuo's few words of "contempt," I looked down at my phone and searched for the latest flights to Hong Kong Governor.