vstars Chapter 917 Dad, I'm fine
Chapter 917 Dad, I'm fine
In the living room of the Teng family villa, the crystal lamp cast a bright light, and Ling Ya sat upright on the sofa.
Holding a thread-bound Buddhist scripture in his hand, the small-leaf red sandalwood rosary on his fingertips gently turned as his gaze moved, making a tiny clinking sound, making the surroundings even quieter.
In front of the tea table in the side hall, Teng Junhao was fiddling with the tea set skillfully. The purple clay teapot turned in a circle in his hands, and the amber tea slowly poured into the fairness cup.
The old man sat opposite, tapping the table with his fingertips, and the two chatted casually.
Deng Min brought the plate of cut fruit and placed it on the coffee table in the living room. Seeing his wife silently reciting Buddhist scriptures, he did not disturb her.
Then he went into the kitchen and brought out a plate of crispy nuts and brought it to the side hall, saying softly, "Old man, sir,
I stopped by Tang Kee Nut Shop today and bought some of this year’s new nuts to try.”
The old man looked up at her with a kind gaze: "Amin, how is the child? He is usually as strong as steel, how come he suddenly fell ill?"
Deng Min smiled gently. "I'm sorry to have worried you, old man. He's feeling much better now, and his fever has subsided a bit."
"That's good." The old man nodded, his tone showing some genuine concern. "Tell him to come home for dinner more often when he's free. This is his home too."
Although Deng Zhouyi has no blood relationship with the Teng family, he grew up in the mansion.
The old man saw the child running and playing wildly behind Teng Zijing, and he had long treated the child as his own grandson.
"Yes, I've already told him you're back." Deng Min responded, and just as she turned to go back to the kitchen, she heard a noise coming from the stairs -
Teng Zijing changed into a light gray casual outfit, with his sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms, his hair neatly combed, and was striding down the stairs.
"Master," Deng Min approached him and asked with a smile, "You haven't had a proper meal all day. Shall I make you a bowl of shredded chicken rice? It's hot and good for your stomach."
Teng Zijing hurriedly spoke out to stop her, saying briskly, "Don't bother Aunt Deng, I'm not hungry."
After saying that, he walked straight to the side hall and raised his chin towards the two people in front of the tea table. "Dad, Grandpa, you guys chat. I'm going out for a while and will be back later."
The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of anger: "It's so late, where are you going?"
"I've been busy with Antai's affairs these past two days. Jiang Chengyu has been keeping an eye on the Haikou project, so I have to go over and say hello."
Teng Zijing explained, and added, "By the way, tell him to come to your house this weekend to have some fun with you."
Teng Junhao just picked up the teacup and sneered at the words: "Hey, it seems that you didn't lose your memory after drinking too much. You still remember grandpa's birthday."
"Dad, what are you saying?" Teng Zijing raised his eyebrows in mock dissatisfaction. "Am I that unreliable? Let's go!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already walked out of the door with his casual and uninhibited steps. A light "click" sound was heard from the entrance, which was the sound of the door closing.
The living room returned to its previous tranquility, with only the sound of the turning of the rosary beads and the whisper of boiling tea interweaving.
The warm yellow light shines on the furniture, exuding a peaceful and homely atmosphere.
Teng Zijing drove the Maserati, the roar of the engine drew an arc in the night, and sped all the way to Gu Ze's private apartment.
The car stopped steadily at the door. He pushed open the door swiftly, landed with an upright posture, walked a few steps to the door and rang the doorbell.
In the apartment restaurant, Gu Zezheng, Jiang Chengyu and Feng Tao were having dinner when they heard the doorbell ring.
The little white horse named "Shengxue" immediately ran to the door, wagging its tail, pacing back and forth and neighing at the door.
Feng Tao put down his chopsticks, a little confused: "It's almost ten o'clock, who would come?"
Jiang Chengyu put down his chopsticks and was about to stand up, but Gu Ze raised his hand to hold him down: "You eat yours, I'll go take a look."
After saying that, he stood up and strode to the door. He looked through the peephole, and the casual and unrestrained look on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a bit of surprise and timidity.
He opened the door and put on a warm smile: "Master Jing? Why are you here? Please come in!"
Teng Zijing walked straight in from beside him and caught a glimpse of the little white horse wagging its tail and rubbing against him.
He bent down and rubbed its head, his tone soft and uncommon: "Shengxue, where is your master?"
Jiang Chengyu still walked out curiously, and when he saw Teng Zijing, he raised his eyebrows: "Master Jing, why are you here at this time? Is there something wrong?"
Teng Zijing stood up, his fingertips still stained with Shengxue's body temperature. He looked at Jiang Chengyu with a hint of ridicule in his eyes: "Why, can't I just go have a couple of drinks with you if I have nothing to do?"
"No way!" Jiang Chengyu made a gesture of invitation and asked Teng Zijing to sit down.
Gu Ze quickly turned around and walked towards the kitchen, "Mr. Jing is doing me a favor by coming here!"
He swiftly brought a new set of tableware and placed it in front of Teng Zijing. He then took the bottle and poured a glass of wine for Teng Zijing.
There was a hint of embarrassment in his tone, "It's just that my cooking skills are not good, don't despise me, Mr. Jing."
Feng Tao quickly echoed, "Mr. Jing's visit is truly an honor to our humble home!
You have to stay tonight no matter what, and you won't leave until you're drunk with Mr. Jiang! I just had the hourly staff clean the guest room today, so you can rest assured and stay here!"
Teng Zijing picked up his wine glass, clinked it lightly with the others, raised his head and drank it all, then spoke:
"I'm sorry to bother you tonight because I've left all the Haikou projects to Mr. Jiang these past few days, and I feel bad about it.
Secondly, it’s the old man’s birthday this weekend, and I prepared a family dinner at home to give him a good time; thirdly—”
He paused and looked at Jiang Chengyu, "The old man kept talking about Jiang Shuo, President Mu, and you!
I came here specifically to tell you that you must come to my house for a gathering this weekend."
Jiang Chengyu raised his glass with a smile: "It's an honor that you thought of me, old man. I will definitely come over this weekend."
Teng Zijing nodded, took out his phone from his pocket, opened WeChat, flipped to Jiang Shuo's profile picture, and made a video call directly.
The video was quickly connected, and Mu Xiaoji's figure appeared on the screen first——
He was holding a delicate baby and pacing slowly in the living room, coaxing the little one in his arms.
Jiang Shuo's voice came from the speaker, with a hint of resentment: "Big brother, isn't it impolite to video call so late at night?"
Teng Zijing raised his eyebrows and smiled, his tone joking: "Isn't it because I miss you that I can't help but dial the number?
Mr. Mu is becoming more and more manly now. Is this... giving Jiang Shuo a second child? "
Jiang Chengyu, who was sitting next to him, learned that Teng Zijing and Jiang Shuo were video chatting. He didn't dare to move too much and just concentrated on eating his meal nervously.
Hearing this, the chopsticks in his hand suddenly stopped, and his cheeks instantly turned red.
My heart felt like a mixture of all five flavors, sour and astringent mixed together, but I could only hold it in, even breathing lightly.
"Big brother, it's been so long since we last met, and you're still so outspoken."
Jiang Shuo's unpleasant voice was heard, and his figure on the screen moved closer to Mu Xiaoji, his eyes looking over the camera as if he was looking at something.
Teng Zijing took the bottle and poured himself a half glass of wine.
She inadvertently pointed the phone camera at Jiang Chengyu: "I have always been like this, heartless. It's not the first day you've known me."
When Jiang Shuo saw Jiang Chengyu's thin profile in the camera, his eyes instantly filled with tears.
Teng Zijing didn't know what had happened to Jiang Shuo at the moment. He took a sip of wine and added,
"By the way, the old man missed you. It's his birthday this weekend, and he asked me to invite you and Mr. Mu home for a family dinner. Remember to come early."
Mu Xiaoji held the child in his arms, a gentle smile on his face. "How could I not come when Master Jing personally invited me? I will definitely come on time this weekend."
Jiang Shuo was silent for a moment before speaking, his voice choked: "Big brother, where are you?"
"At Gu Ze's house." Teng Zijing raised his chin, as if he suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, your little daddy is here too. Do you want to chat with him?" As he said that, he turned the camera towards Jiang Chengyu.
Jiang Chengyu was completely unprepared, and a mouthful of rice got stuck in his throat. He started coughing violently, his face flushed red, and he hurriedly got up and rushed to the bathroom, covering his mouth.
Teng Zijing looked puzzled and shouted at Jiang Chengyu's back, "What's going on? I didn't fight with you for the food, why are you protecting it?"
Mu Xiaoji couldn't help laughing, holding the child, he walked to the sofa, sat next to Jiang Shuo and said:
"Don't talk while eating or sleeping. Master Jing's sudden attack scared me."
As he spoke, he turned the baby in his arms so that the camera could see the little guy's face clearly.
"By the way, Master Jing, let me introduce you. This is my nephew Lele. Isn't he pretty?"
"Well, this boy looks like his uncle, very handsome." Teng Zijing nodded and pretended to ask for a red envelope, "I have to give him a gift."
"Don't be impatient, Master Jing," Mu Xiaoji said, smiling, "it won't be too late to give it to him in person when we have the full moon banquet later."
Now he has shed his former restraint and his words are more humorous. Even Gu Ze sitting opposite him secretly feels that he seems like a different person.
Teng Zijing glanced towards the bathroom and shouted, "Boss Jiang? Are you ready? Jiang Shuo is waiting to talk to you!"
Jiang Shuo on the other side of the screen suddenly said, "Brother, it's late. I'm sleepy and I have to go to school tomorrow. I'm hanging up now. See you this weekend."
Before Teng Zijing could respond, the video was hastily hung up.
"Hey, brat, why are you in such a hurry? I haven't finished speaking yet!" Teng Zijing held up his cell phone, looking both amused and helpless.
There was a sound of water coming from the bathroom. Jiang Chengyu hadn't come out yet, and the restaurant fell silent for a moment.
Only the little white horse got a toy ball from somewhere and rubbed it against his feet.
Mu Xiaoji looked at Jiang Shuo's red eyes, tears almost overflowing from them. Her heart tightened, and she quickly softened her voice to comfort him:
"I'm sorry, Jiang Shuo, don't blame Little Daddy, this is all my fault, I..."
Jiang Shuo sniffed hard, turned his face away stubbornly, and said with a barely perceptible choke in his voice:
"Dad, I'm fine. It's getting late, I'm going back to my room to sleep, good night!" After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the stairs.
Just after climbing two steps, he bumped into Coleman who was coming down the stairs.
Jiang Shuo lowered his head, said nothing, and walked straight past him.
Ke Laiweiler looked surprised. Looking at his tense back, he couldn't help but ask, "Jiang Shuo, what's wrong with you?"
His eyes followed the small figure until he heard the sound of a door closing upstairs.
Then he quickly walked to Mu Xiaoji and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with Jiang Shuo? His eyes are red."
Mu Xiaoji gently patted Lele, who was already fast asleep in his arms, and forced a faint smile on his face:
"It's okay, maybe he's tired. Lele is fast asleep, carry him back to his room to sleep!"
Coleman took the child and gently gathered the quilt. He bent down and placed a soft kiss on Lele's forehead. "Thank you for your hard work, Mu. Good night, dear."
As Coleman went upstairs happily, he said, "Le Le is so good. Go back to your room with Daddy and go to sleep!"
"Good night." Mu Xiaoji sighed softly as he watched him walk upstairs with the child in his arms.
The warm yellow light in the living room fell on him, but it could not dispel the faint sadness between his brows.