flstandardbreds Chapter 1007 Jing Ye's Special Background
Chapter 1007 Jing Ye's Special Background
Nestled in the mountain valley of G City Scenic Area, bamboo houses are built against the mountainside, with a thin layer of frost clinging to the bamboo fences.
The small vegetable garden was shivering at the edges from the cold, the vegetable leaves curled up and covered with glistening ice crystals.
It shimmered with tiny lights, shining brightly in the bright sunlight.
Wisps of smoke rose from the kitchen chimney, mingling with the aroma of burnt firewood.
It condensed low in the damp, cold air, like a grayish-white ribbon wrapped around the forest.
The sound of the flowing stream slowed down, a thin layer of ice covered the surface, and the tinkling sounds became less frequent.
Occasionally, the clear chirping of birds could be heard from the woods, making this place seem even more tranquil, as if even the wind carried a chilly, stagnant feeling.
Jiang Chengyu was wrapped in a thick cloak, with the collar turned up to cover his chin, and the white breath he exhaled was swept away by the wind as soon as it dissipated.
The sunlight shone through the bare branches, but it was not very warm; it felt like a thin, cool paper was stuck to my skin.
His expression was one of contentment as he held his phone, keeping track of the stock market performance and news updates of major companies in Kunming.
Mu Xiaoji was dressed in a gray woolen coat with his hair down, and a black turtleneck sweater made his skin look exceptionally fair.
He was squatting stubbornly by the stream, fiddling with the bait, his fingers red from the cold, his movements stiff as he held it.
His gaze fell on the fishing line in the water, and he clumsily reeled it in, pinching the hook.
With a frozen, curled-up red worm hanging on the hook, he breathed on his hands and rubbed them together before preparing to cast the line.
"Ouch? Hiss..." Mu Xiaoji cried out in pain as the fishhook got stuck firmly in his collar, and the fishing line tangled on the ground beside him.
Seeing this, Jiang Chengyu got up helplessly and walked over: "I think you should go back to your room and read a book. Fishing is really not suitable for you."
Mu Xiaoji shrank back, feeling ashamed, and said without apologizing, "I'm sorry, little monster, I've disappointed you."
But I'll study hard, and I'll definitely catch a big fish today and make you fish soup. You believe me.
Jiang Chengyu felt a sudden pang in his heart as he heard his cautious tone.
He reached out and gently removed the fishhook from Mu Xiaoji's collar, saying, "I'm sorry, Xiaoji. I didn't think things through before and lost my mind, which hurt you."
He looked into Mu Xiaoji's eyes and said earnestly with a gentle expression, "Everything is in the past now. You don't need to be careful in front of me."
No matter what happens in the future, I will never blame you. I just want to quietly accompany you through the rest of my life.
Having said that, he took the fishing rod, skillfully re-baited it, and with a slight flick of his wrist...
The fishing line drew an arc in the air before falling into the water with a "plop," the movement fluid and graceful.
Looking at his focused profile, Mu Xiaoji felt her heart pounding like a rabbit's.
A ripple appeared on the gently flowing stream for a moment, and he murmured to himself, "Little monster."
Now that you've recovered enough, shall I take you home to meet your twin children?
I...I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but I'm also afraid of you, afraid that you know about the twins.
I was conceived through surrogacy using your methods; I... have to face your rebuke.
Will you let me go then? Will we still be able to spend the rest of our lives together?
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Jiang Chengyu turned his head, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "We've been together for so long, haven't you had enough of looking at me?"
Mu Xiaoji's cheeks flushed, and she hurriedly lowered her head, reaching out to adjust the collar of Jiang Chengyu's cloak.
He then took the fishing rod and placed it on the fishing rod holder on the shore: "It's windy, don't catch a cold, the fish will bite soon."
After speaking, he put his hands in his pockets, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Jiang Chengyu took out his phone, the screen lit up, reflecting his calm face: "How about we make a video call to Teng Zijing? What do you think?"
Mu Xiaoji turned to look at Jiang Chengyu, straightening her collar with both hands: "It's up to you to decide."
"Kunming has been rather unsettled lately," Jiang Chengyu said, swiping his phone screen, his tone turning somber.
“Yesterday, Teng Zijing was ambushed at the airport and almost got into trouble. According to video reports, someone gave Miss An a baby with a time bomb strapped to it.”
Mu Xiaoji frowned, paused, and looked up at Jiang Chengyu, asking with concern, "Is Master Jing alright?"
According to current reports, bomb disposal experts disarmed the bomb in time, and Mr. Jing is unharmed, but the mastermind behind it has not yet been caught.
Jiang Chengyu stared at the name "Teng Zijing" in his WeChat contacts, his fingertip hovering over the screen.
He joked, "With his special background, Master Jing never lacks trouble wherever he goes."
The stream babbles, the sun shines brightly, but the winds and clouds of Kunming in the distance seem to be quietly blowing into this tranquil mountain valley.