NCCnovel Chapter 936 Holy Snow Returns to You
Chapter 936 Holy Snow Returns to You
In the quiet bedroom of Jiang Chengyu at Fengteng International Gu Ze Private Apartment, there was a peaceful atmosphere.
In the center of the pristine white bed, Jiang Chengyu lay flat, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
His breathing was rapid and labored, his chest rising and falling slightly with his uneven breaths, clearly indicating that he was trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape.
In my dream, the bustling atmosphere of the Teng family's birthday banquet still lingers. Guests, elegantly dressed and gracefully moving about,...
Businessmen and merchants from various enterprises flocked to the old man with their wine glasses in hand, while he and Teng Zijing stood aside, smiling and returning the toasts one by one.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jiang Shuo sitting opposite me, his small body ramrod straight, his eyes as cold as ice, as if he wanted to freeze everything around him.
Jiang Chengyu deliberately avoided that gaze, focusing all his attention on socializing.
He greeted and flattered the guests, mingling in the clinking of glasses, trying to use the lively atmosphere to ease the stagnation in his heart.
Gu Ze also walked over at some point, holding a wine glass. His face was grim, and he seemed a little overwhelmed by the several fans who were toasting him and taking photos with him.
Jiang Chengyu couldn't stand it and stepped forward to shield him from a few drinks. Gu Ze looked up, his eyes veiled with drunkenness.
Her eyes were unusually gentle as she softly said, "Cheng Yu, thank you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and hooked his arm around Jiang Chengyu's neck, tilted his head slightly, and brought his thin lips, which smelled of alcohol, closer.
"Little monster..."
Mu Xiaoji's voice suddenly rang in my ears, clear and refreshing, like a cool breeze on a summer day.
Jiang Chengyu turned around abruptly and saw Mu Xiaoji standing not far away, with a bright and sunny smile on her face, a smile so pure it could heal all gloom.
He felt a sudden warmth in his chest, as if a fire was burning inside, and instinctively wanted to step forward to meet it.
"Cheng Yu, my head is so heavy, let's go home?" Gu Ze's voice was thick with drunkenness as he tugged at Cheng Yu's arm.
Jiang Chengyu's gaze lingered between Mu Xiaoji and Gu Ze for a moment.
In the end, she resolutely raised her hand to support Gu Ze's waist, turned around and walked quickly outside.
He dared not look into Mu Xiaoji's eyes again, afraid that the light in them would make him waver.
Suddenly, a piercing sound of breaking dishes came from behind, followed by gasps from the crowd.
Jiang Chengyu's heart tightened, and he turned around abruptly—Mu Xiaoji was standing there.
Blood was gushing from his forehead, mixing with vegetable juice and flowing down his cheeks, staining his light-colored suit red.
Yet, he still wore that harmless smile, letting the blood flow freely.
Her eyes were fixed on Jiang Chengyu, as if silently comforting him, "Fortunately, it wasn't you who was hurt," and then she slowly, slowly fell to the ground.
"Xiao Ji!" Jiang Chengyu cried out in disbelief.
He subconsciously knew that Mu Xiaoji had woken up on the way to the hospital, but it was just a superficial injury and there was no danger to his life.
But looking at the person lying on the ground, and at that blinding red, he inexplicably steeled his heart, helped Gu Ze up, and left without looking back.
"Dad! Dad! I'm sorry, Dad!" Jiang Shuo's cries were heart-wrenching, filled with desperate fear.
"My little daddy doesn't want me anymore. What will I do if you die?"
Jiang Chengyu turned around again, his blood seemingly freezing.
Several medical staff in white coats ran over with a stretcher and gently placed Mu Xiaoji on it.
One of them picked up a white sheet and slowly covered Mu Xiaoji's face, obscuring his always smiling eyes.
"No—" Jiang Chengyu rushed over like a madman, shoving aside the medical staff and roaring hoarsely.
"He only suffered a superficial head injury! He's not dead! What right do you have to cover him up?!"
"Mr. Jiang, please calm down." Two medical staff members pulled him back, their voices heavy.
"Mu Xiaoji has already died despite all efforts to save him. Please stop being so stubborn and let him rest in peace."
"Impossible, he only had superficial injuries..." Jiang Chengyu trembled all over, his legs went weak, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.
He looked at Jiang Shuo; the child was crying so hard he could barely breathe, his little face flushed red.
His face was covered in tears and snot, and his desperate expression was like a knife, stabbing deep into his heart.
The ambulance started its engine and slowly drove away. Jiang Chengyu struggled to get up.
He chased after them, stumbling and falling with every step, his knees scraping and bleeding from hitting the ground, but he didn't even notice.
"Little Ji! Little Ji! You're not dead, are you? You're joking with me, aren't you?"
He reached out, trying to grab something, but only grasped a handful of cold air...
"Xiao Ji... Xiao Ji..."
Outside of his dream, Jiang Chengyu gripped the blanket tightly with his left hand, his knuckles turning white, tears soaking his pillowcase, and he kept murmuring that name.
Beads of sweat covered his face and streamed down his cheeks.
He suddenly woke up with a start, his chest heaving violently, his heart feeling like it was about to jump out of his chest.
It had gotten light outside the window sometime earlier, and there were sparse noises coming from inside the room, like tiny claws scratching at the floor.
He composed himself, picked up his phone to check the time—it was a little past ten in the morning. He hadn't fed Shengxue that morning, so he hurriedly called out, "Shengxue? Shengxue?"
His eyes darted around in a panic; the bedroom was empty, except for the balcony window which was open.
The white curtains swayed gently in the morning breeze, creating a graceful arc.
Jiang Chengyu subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, threw off the covers and got out of bed, stepping barefoot onto the cold floor.
He walked to the snack shelf in the corner, picked up a bag of dried carrots, which was Shengxue's favorite snack.
The sound of tearing open the packaging bag was exceptionally clear in the quiet room. He walked towards the balcony.
She said softly, "Shengxue, here's your dried carrots, come and eat them."
He walked to the wicker chair and sat down, calling out twice more, "Saint Snow... Saint Snow?" Only the sound of the wind answered him.
A scene suddenly flashed through my mind—Jiang Shuo's bedroom in the Jinjiang Bay villa.
Faced with Jiang Shuo's series of questions, Jiang Chengyu answered them crisply and decisively, without hesitation.
The only thing he didn't know how to decide was the question Mu Xiaoji was asking him.
The door was ajar, and the little white horse barged in, plunging the room into a tense atmosphere.
Taking the opportunity, Jiang Chengyu turned his back to Jiang Shuo and said, "I'm returning Shengxue to you. Take her to G City." As soon as he finished speaking, he left the bedroom.
"Clap."
The bag of dried carrots in my hand fell to the ground, scattering orange-yellow crumbs all over the floor.
Jiang Chengyu looked at the pile of debris, gave a bitter smile, his laughter tinged with self-mockery and desolation.
"As the saying goes, a lonely person... that's probably what I'm like right now."
His gaze drifted sadly to the horizon, where the warm, golden rays of the sun shone down.
It illuminated the distant buildings, and also the tear tracks on his face.
But the bright light seemed unable to penetrate the deep, impenetrable darkness in his heart, leaving only a desolate coldness.