flstandardbreds Chapter 880 There Must Be an Explanation
Chapter 880 There Must Be an Explanation
Jiang Chengyu escaped after all.
What he was avoiding was the wrinkles in his heart that he dared not touch - his feelings for Mu Xiaoji were like rain buried in the rings of trees, hidden for too long, and would become damp once touched.
When he left, he took away not only the accumulated depression over the years, but also the heavy guilt towards Mu Xiaoji. The guilt was like water-soaked silk cotton, wrapped around his bones, getting tighter and tighter.
He wanted to start a new business. At least for now, the heavy burden of being the president of Zidong International weighed heavily on his shoulders, allowing him to clearly see the scale of "survival" in the lives of millions of employees.
This responsibility became the boat under his feet, carrying him to find his way in the chaos and proving the weight of his existence.
It was as if he had taken root in Shaolin Temple since he was a baby, and the motto of "compassion and salvation of all living beings" in the scriptures had long become a mark in his bones and blood.
He always treated Mu Xiaoji with a kindness that was almost like a pilgrimage - that was the person who shaped his soul and gave him new life.
After struggling half to survive from the pain, he spread out this "kindness" and gave it all to the thousands of lights in Zidong.
He is worthy of the cycle of heaven and earth, and worthy of the love of his relatives and friends, but he is not worthy of himself.
That soul that contained a burning passion was pressed into an ice cellar by his own hands, and day after day, it became cold as a piece of jade that refused to melt.
Mu Xiaoji was born allergic to alcohol, and Jiang Chengyu knew this in his bones. So when he followed the unspeakable traction in his subconscious to find Mu Xiaoji,
The other party saw through his self-enclosed struggle beneath his pretending to be hard shell at a glance.
The night at Jinyang Villa was still vivid in his mind. Jiang Chengyu was working on company matters late at night. When he got up, he subconsciously walked to the kitchen and warmed a glass of fresh milk for Mu Xiaoji.
When he handed it over, his fingertips touched, and a cool warmth spread across his skin, but he himself did not notice it - at this moment, he
Although I was clearly in the state of "deciding to leave", my body revealed my concern that I couldn't hide first.
On New Year's Eve in the VIP801 ward of Renxin Hospital, when Jiang Chengyu asked him for it with suppressed emotions, Mu Xiaoji seized the opportunity and kept his sample without making a sound.
He knew Jiang Chengyu's character too well. If he wanted to get this man back to his side, he couldn't be impatient and had to wait.
So when Jiang Chengyu finally escaped, Mu Xiaoji smiled instead, with a certainty in his eyes that others could not understand.
He handed the thing in his hand to Xiaoyue, who, after weighing the pros and cons, took the initiative to propose the idea of surrogacy.
At that time, Jiang Chengyu had just left Jiang Shuo and Xiao Yue. It seemed that he had reunited the family, but it was actually an extension of more ties.
Mu Xiaoji looked at the sample in his hand, and felt a rising warmth, as if he had already seen the birth of a new life.
In the video, Song Shijie promised Mu Xiaoji that he would take good care of Jiang Chengyu.
Song Shijie recovered and returned to the president's office of Zidong International with Rong Shishan to take charge of the company.
Jiang Chengyu, on the other hand, plunged into the construction site of the bidding project, and personally ran around the dusty construction site every day.
Under his promotion, the streetscape of Kuncheng is gradually renewed, and the buildings that rise from the ground are
It became his visible contribution to the city, and also a corner where he could temporarily find peace of mind.
(This is the introduction contributed by Jiang Chengyu later)
Speaking of which, Jiang Li from Zidong International Public Relations Department, along with a few of her best friends, had dinner with Jiang Chengyu at Xingteng Restaurant.
Deng Zhouyi fell in love with Yu Qianqian and had a relationship with her. Jiang Chengyu had no moral bottom line for this.
After causing a scene in Teng Zijing's office at Fengteng International Group, Teng Zijing finally took the responsibility.
He has turned a blind eye to Deng Zhouyi's reckless behavior over the years, which has ultimately led to the current situation. He has no reason to shirk responsibility.
When Deng Min committed suicide by sea, she was rescued from the predicament by Teng Junhao and his wife and brought back to the Teng family. Over the years, they have treated her and her son as their own family, and she has always remembered this kindness in her heart.
After Teng Junhao questioned Teng Zijing about the reason why Jiang Chengyu broke into the company and made a scene, he learned that his son Teng Zijing had been protecting Deng Zhouyi since he was a child and that their brotherly love was very deep.
Instead of getting angry, he calmly acquiesced to his son's decision. It was time for Teng Youzijing to deal with Deng Zhouyi's matter himself.
At the end, he added that when Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi hold their wedding, he will give them the blessings and expectations that a parent should have.
These words were like a warm stone, gently knocking away the paranoid ice in Deng Min's heart.
Deng Min was moved to tears. Under Ling Ya's care, she gradually let go of the hatred for her son that had been in her heart for many years.
A few days later, Teng Zijing booked a high-speed rail ticket. Standing at the ticket gate of the high-speed rail station, he looked back at Deng Zhouyi and Yu Qianqian beside him.
Deng Zhouyi is still free and handsome. It's not that he doesn't have the qualifications to love, it's because of the shadow in his mother's heart;
Now that his mother was moved by Teng Zijing's words and let go of the burden in her heart, Deng Zhouyi naturally no longer felt guilty.
His fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the ticket, facing the anticipation of meeting his parents.
Through Yu Qianqian's understanding of Deng Zhouyi over the past few days, she felt that the label of "indifferent" was not quite accurate for Deng Zhouyi.
"Let's go." Teng Zijing pushed the suitcase forward first. There was not much emotion in his voice, but it was filled with a sense of calmness that everything had settled.
"Go meet your future father-in-law and mother-in-law. You have to explain what you need to say and what you need to acknowledge."
Deng Zhouyi hummed, dragging his suitcase and following closely behind. Turning his head, he caught sight of the light in Yu Qianqian's eyes, and clutched his shoulder bag with both hands, looking nervous and embarrassed.
Deng Zhouyi suddenly straightened his back and reached out to hold her hand. "Don't be nervous, I'm here."
Yu Qianqian looked at Deng Zhouyi, and recalled his cold and chilling indifference in the office before, which formed a sharp contrast.
The sunlight filtered through the glass dome of the high-speed railway station, forming a bright road beneath the feet of the three people, as if no matter how difficult the obstacle was, once they stepped over it, it would become a step forward.
The night was like cotton wool soaked in ink, weighing heavily on the streets of Q City.
It was nearly nine o'clock when the high-speed train arrived at the station. The lights at the exit were pale and dazzling, and mixed with the footsteps of pedestrians returning late at night, it seemed particularly noisy.
Deng Zhouyi quickly stopped a taxi and held the door frame with his hands when he opened the door.
He let Yu Qianqian get in first, then he bent down and got in, and Teng Zijing sat in the passenger seat.
"Quarterly Hotel." Teng Zijing gave the address, and the rearview mirror reflected Yu Qianqian's slightly tense profile.
She unconsciously twisted the corner of her clothes with her fingertips, staring at the rapidly receding neon lights outside the window, her heavy heart written all over her face.
The hotel room was heated enough to dispel the night's chill.
She sat on the edge of the big bed wrapped in a bathrobe. The cushions behind her were soft, but they made her figure look even thinner.
She rotated the phone in her palm twice, the screen lighting up and then dimming, repeating this several times before she finally dialed the number she knew by heart.
"Beep...beep..." The busy tone was picked up after a few rings. My mother's soft voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of homely fireworks:
"Hello, Qianqian? You're calling at this hour. Did you just get off work? Have you had dinner yet?"
Mother's voice was like warm water, flowing over Yu Qianqian's tense nerves.
She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she heard her mother continue to ramble on:
"Don't just make do when you're out there. Eat well. Your dad and I don't have a hard time these days, and our wages are enough for us.
Don't always send money home. It's not easy to be away from home. It's more reassuring to have some money saved.
I remember that you loved eating all kinds of fruits since you were little. Buy some for yourself. The weather is still very cold now, so go put on some warm clothes..."
"Mom..." Yu Qianqian's voice suddenly choked, her nose felt sore, and tears welled up without warning.
The grievances hidden deep in my heart, the exhaustion from running around, and the fear about tomorrow all burst out in an instant due to my mother's nagging.
She hurriedly covered her mouth with the back of her hand, suppressing the sob in her throat, and only dared to utter a breath, "I'm fine..."
"The company cafeteria is pretty good. They have both meat and vegetables every day, prepared by a nutritionist. Don't worry, you and Dad."
She sniffed, forced back the tears, and tried to make her voice sound calm.
"Mom, I...I'm back in Q City, right downtown. I'll take the bus home to see you guys tomorrow morning."
There was silence on the other end of the line for two seconds. Then my mother's voice suddenly rose a little, with obvious surprise in her eyes: "Qianqian? You're back?"
Then came the uncontrollable nervousness. "You said you were busy with work and couldn't leave during the New Year, but you suddenly came back at this critical moment...did something happen?"
Yu Qianqian's heart tightened, and she quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, saying in a relaxed tone, "It's okay, Mom. It's a good thing."
She paused, her fingertips clenching the phone case until it became hot. "I have a boyfriend, and he wants to go home with me to meet his parents."
"Boyfriend?" Surprise was evident in the mother's voice, and her speech speed increased a bit, "Oh, this is great news!
"Hey? What does he do for a living? Is he handsome? Is he from Kuncheng?"
"He..." Yu Qianqian was stuck. Deng Zhouyi's name rolled around on her tongue, then she swallowed it back.
She didn't know how to tell her mother about his identity and past, so she could only vaguely say,
"He's excellent and very handsome. You'll know when you meet him tomorrow. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
"Okay, okay," the mother on the other end was delighted, and the tension in her voice had mostly dissipated.
"Then I'll ask your dad for a day off tomorrow morning and go to the market to buy some of your favorite ribs and shrimp. Does your boyfriend have any dietary restrictions?"
Yu Qianqian was not sure either. After all, Deng Zhouyi was hanging out with Teng Zijing, so she really didn't know about his dietary restrictions.
He said vaguely, "Mom, home-cooked food is fine. You don't have to prepare it deliberately."
"How can that be possible? This is our first meeting, and we can't let the child suffer. Otherwise, when you marry him, his family will look down on you."
"No, Mom, don't think too much."
"How many days can you stay this time?" asked my mother.
"Hmm..." Yu Qianqian responded vaguely, but she was unsure in her heart.
After coming back from a long distance, she should have stayed for a few more days, but when she thought about the expressions her parents might have when they learned about Deng Zhouyi's identity, she became panicked.
The unknown was like a fog, wrapping her heart with uneasiness and making her even feel sluggish in breathing.
Seeing that she hadn't responded for a long time, the mother on the other end of the phone became nervous again: "Hello, Qianqian? Are you listening? Is the signal bad?"
"Listen, Mom," Yu Qianqian suddenly came back to her senses and rubbed her stiff cheeks. "It's getting late. You should go to bed early. We can talk about it tomorrow."
"Okay, see you tomorrow." Mother's voice softened again. "Be careful on your way back tomorrow."
"Okay, I understand. Good night, Mom."
After hanging up the phone, the screen went dark, revealing Yu Qianqian's pale face. She huddled back against the cushions, burying her face in her knees.
The street lights outside the window shone through the gauze curtains, casting blurry spots of light on the carpet, like unresolved question marks.
What would tomorrow be like? She didn't know, but she felt empty inside. Even the warm air in the hotel couldn't dispel the uneasiness that seeped from her bones.