flstandardbreds Chapter 342 The Dust-Forgotten Past
Chapter 342 The Dust-Forgotten Past
Jiang Chengyu stood blankly at the bedroom door, as if nailed to the spot by an invisible force. His nostrils flared slightly as he took in deep breaths of the once extremely familiar smell that permeated the air.
Memories of the past came flooding in like a tide, completely drowning him. Uncontrollable tears blurred his eyes, and those beautiful, painful, and nostalgic scenes of the past flashed alternately behind the curtain of tears.
"Wooooooa ...
He hurriedly raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his face instantly replaced with a gentle expression, and he whispered softly:
"Oh, my dear, I'm sorry. You must be hungry after walking around for so long. Daddy will make you some milk powder right now. Don't cry, don't cry, baby."
As he spoke, he walked quickly to the tea bar machine, pressed the buttons with his fingers skillfully, and watched the clear water flow out.
Then he quickly found the bottle, milk powder and sugar from a pile of baby supplies, picked up the bag and walked quickly to the sofa and sat down.
He picked up the measuring cup with a focused look, staring at the scale, and carefully added milk powder and sugar according to the precise proportion, while constantly coaxing:
"You are the best, you little babe. Wait a little longer, you will be able to drink the delicious milk soon. Don't cry."
Jiang Chengyu smiled gently, patted Choubao's back tenderly with his free hand, and then put Choubao's little hand to his mouth and kissed it gently.
Teasingly: "Are you tired from shopping? After you eat your fill, we can have a good sleep, okay?"
Choubao seemed to really understand what he said. He stared at him with his big watery, clear eyes, waved his little arms, and sobbed a few times.
She responded to Jiang Chengyu happily in babbling baby language, as if she was telling him about her little grievances and expectations.
Jiang Chengyu poured in the hot water skillfully, picked up the bottle and shook it gently with slow and even movements to ensure that the milk powder was completely dissolved.
Then, he stood up and walked towards the big bed, his voice as gentle as the spring breeze: "Come on, stinky baby, eat."
He carefully unfastened the straps and put the baby firmly on the bed with both hands. Suddenly, he frowned slightly and said with a smile: "Oh, your diaper is soaked. Daddy will change you a new one first. Only when your little butt is dry can you sleep well."
At this moment, there was a crisp knock on the door. Jiang Chengyu raised his voice and said, "Come in." The door slowly opened, and Mrs. Wang walked in. At a glance, she saw Jiang Chengyu sitting in the middle of the big bed, concentrating on changing the diaper for the stinky baby.
Mrs. Wang hurried forward and said with concern, "Boss Jiang, let me take care of this matter!"
Jiang Chengyu didn't even raise his head, his hands kept moving, and he just responded softly: "No, I can do it myself. Sister Wang, what are you doing here?"
Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "Dinner is ready, Mr. Jiang, you can go and eat now."
Jiang Chengyu carefully wrapped up the stinky baby and said, "You guys go eat first. I'll eat after the stinky baby falls asleep."
Wang Sao showed a look of embarrassment on her face, and said hesitantly: "This... this is against the rules."
Jiang Chengyu carried Choubao to the sofa and sat down. He picked up the bottle and began to feed Choubao milk, while patiently explaining:
"Didn't I tell you in the yard that you shouldn't change your normal pace of life just because of our arrival?
Just do what you should do. If I'm hungry, I will cook for myself. Don't feel any psychological burden.
"Okay, you go out first, the child needs to sleep quietly for a while." Mrs. Wang nodded helplessly, turned around and gently closed the door.
In the restaurant, everyone's eyes were all on Mrs. Wang who came in alone, and everyone started asking, "What's going on? Why didn't Mr. Jiang come down?"
Mrs. Wang looked calm and said softly, "Boss Jiang said that everyone should just act as usual. He will make himself a meal when he's hungry."
A middle-aged security guard frowned slightly and recalled, "When Boss Jiang suddenly left, Boss Mu spent a lot of money to post a missing person notice online, and the video was played repeatedly across the country. I thought he would never come back.
I didn't expect that he would come back now, and he has a child with him. It seems that he has started a family outside."
Mrs. Wang quickly made a gesture to keep quiet and whispered, "Shh, it's good that he's back. I just saw how skilled he was in taking care of the child. It's not easy for Mr. Jiang, a grown man, to take care of the child so well."
A young security guard looked hesitant and whispered, "It's not a good idea for us to eat first, right?"
Mrs. Wang waved her hand gently and responded with a smile: "Everyone, please eat. Mr. Jiang is always easy-going. He has already ordered this. There won't be any problem. Let's eat quickly."
The lights in the restaurant were soft and warm, but everyone had their own thoughts. Jiang Chengyu's return was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.
Those past events that were sealed away by the years also quietly spread in everyone's heart on this seemingly peaceful night...
In the spacious, bright and elegantly decorated restaurant of the Goldsmith Bay Villa, there is a unique and lively atmosphere.
The warm yellow light poured down, illuminating the exquisite dishes on the table and reflecting the old lady's concerned face.
The old lady's figure was slightly hunched, but her eyes were fixed on her eldest grandson with a torch-like concentration. Her dry but warm hands kept picking up the dishes and putting them into Mu Xiaoji's bowl.
She kept muttering, "My dear child, you are so busy all day long and you don't even know how to take care of yourself.
This body is as skinny as a little chicken, it hurts grandma to see it; it's not smelly yet..." At this point,
Song Shijie and Shen Rou, who had been sitting nearby and eating silently, and Xiao Yue, who was standing nearby on standby, suddenly became tense and looked surprised when they heard what the old lady said.
They knew that the old lady was about to let the cat out of the bag. As expected, the old lady suddenly started coughing violently, and her thin body trembled on the dining chair.
Mu Xiaoji's expression suddenly changed, and his originally calm face was full of tension. He hurriedly put down the dishes in his hands and quickly reached out to support the old lady.
He gently and rhythmically patted grandma's back, and kept soothing her, "Grandma, don't just take care of me, I'll eat by myself. Come, have some soup to calm your breath."
As he said that, he quickly picked up the soup bowl beside him and brought it to the old lady's mouth. The old lady took a big sip from the bowl of soup handed over by Mu Xiaoji. The warm soup slid down her throat, making her feel much better and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Mu Xiaoji was still worried. He stared at the old lady and asked worriedly, "Grandma, how do you feel? Are you feeling better?"
The old lady slowly sat up straight, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with emotion: "Oh, this person really can't accept his old age. Eating a meal almost cost me my life. Hey..."
She paused, as if she was lost in deep memories, then held Mu Xiaoji's hand with emotion and continued:
"My eldest grandson, grandma doesn't have any other thoughts now, but I'm thinking about...when Ziheng can come back to see me again, I will feel at ease and relieved!"
As soon as the old lady said this, Mu Xiaoji's face darkened instantly, and a trace of imperceptible panic flashed in his originally clear eyes. He subconsciously turned his gaze to Song Shijie.
Song Shijie lowered his head slightly and shook his head gently, indicating that he had not yet told the old lady the sad news that Song Ziheng had passed away.
A complex expression emerged on Mu Xiaoji's face, showing helplessness, sympathy, and more importantly, heartache for the old lady.
The old lady didn't seem to notice the subtle change in the atmosphere. She continued to pat Mu Xiaoji's hand gently and said:
"Fortunately, your father found you after going through so many twists and turns in this vast crowd. Although you are not as eloquent as Ziheng, your quiet and gentle appearance makes grandma very happy."
As the old lady spoke, she raised her wrinkled hand and stroked Mu Xiaoji's cheek lovingly, her eyes full of caress and tenderness, as if she was stroking a rare treasure, or as if she was looking through him at another familiar figure.
Mu Xiaoji held his grandmother's hands tightly, as if he could protect the old lady safely. He looked into his grandmother's eyes and said:
“Grandma, when I was studying abroad in Luoshanji, my company participated in the “World Jewelry Design Competition”, and Little Devil and I were captured by a terrorist organization.
Also arrested were the Winston family leader Andreas and his sister Karina. By chance, they returned to the family and led a joint investigation team to mobilize the armed police elite to return to the terrorist organization to save us.
During the fierce battle between the two sides, the police fired rockets and blew up the villa into ruins. Ziheng and his mother Su Wanwan were buried in the sea of fire.
At first the old lady was still immersed in her grandson's story, but when she heard the last few sentences, her eyes widened instantly, her face full of disbelief, and she asked in a trembling voice: "What did you say? Chenxi, what did you say?"
Mu Xiaoji put his slender arms around the old lady and comforted her, "Grandma, don't be excited. This happened four years ago!"
The old lady burst into tears instantly: "My Ziheng... My Ziheng... Grandma always thought that it was that vicious woman who didn't let you come to see me. Woo, grandma... Grandma never thought that you have already..."
Mu Xiaoji hugged his grandmother tightly in his arms and said, "Grandma, I'm sorry. When I saw you, you were not in good health and I didn't dare to tell you."
Song Shijie could no longer eat at this moment. He stood up and walked towards the living room with tears streaming down his face. Shen Rou hurriedly followed him to comfort him.
The old lady cried and beat Mu Xiaoji's chest with her left hand. Mu Xiaoji didn't know how to comfort her with her wet eyes, so she just apologized:
"I'm sorry, Grandma. I should have told you sooner. He is your grandson too. You have the right to know that he is gone."
The restaurant was filled with a sad atmosphere. The wind blew gently outside the window, as if sighing for the unfortunate news, or as if soothing the broken hearts.
The pain of this family was completely torn open at this moment, and the blood was displayed in front of everyone, which was heartbreaking but unavoidable.