usatvline Chapter 889 No Need to Call a Doctor
Chapter 889 No Need to Call a Doctor
The neon lights of Xingteng Restaurant spread a warm yellow in the night. Teng Zijing half-supported and half-carried Jiang Chengyu towards the elevator.
The man reeked of alcohol, his steps felt as if he were stepping on cotton. He leaned his head on Teng Zijing's shoulder, mumbling:
"I've been out... for a day, Shengxue... no one feeds me..." His voice was sticky and unclear with the sound of alcohol.
Teng Zijing steadied his swaying body, poked his flushed cheek with his fingertips, and said with a hint of helpless ridicule:
"Look at your face, it's as pale as a little girl, but you're more thoughtful than anyone else. Is it necessary to drink so much?"
Jiang Chengyu didn't respond to his words. He suddenly chuckled twice, his eyes half open and half closed, with a little moisture on his eyelashes:
"Shengxue is so well-behaved... If you stay with it for a long time, you will know that it likes to rub against the palm of your hand, and will also... rub against your trouser legs..." Before he finished speaking, his head sank into the crook of Teng Zijing's neck again.
The elevator arrived at the first floor with a ding. As soon as the door opened a crack, Jiang Li reached out and held Jiang Chengyu's other arm.
There was a hint of worry in her voice: "Boss Jiang, slow down and be careful with your steps." An Yu followed behind, holding Jiang Chengyu's suit jacket that was draped over the back of the chair.
Her gaze paused on his flushed face, then turned to Teng Zijing, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.
The last ones to exit the elevator were Deng Zhouyi and Yu Qianqian. He held her hand, gently pinched her palm with his fingertips, and whispered:
"After I get them settled, I'll take you back to my place first. I'll take you to the company tomorrow morning."
Yu Qianqian looked up at him, the light from the street lamp fell on the side of his face, making his outline unspeakably soft.
She hesitated for half a second, and finally nodded gently, holding his hand with her fingertips, as if responding to this appropriate arrangement.
When we walked out of the restaurant, Xiang Xiaowu's car was already waiting on the roadside. The black car looked like a silent reef in the night.
He stepped on the accelerator and slid over. As soon as the car came to a complete stop, he jumped out and swiftly opened the back door. He bowed to Teng Zijing and said, "Master Jing, I'm sorry to trouble you."
Jiang Li took Jiang Chengyu's coat from An Yu's hand, got into the car from the other side, and took the dizzy Jiang Chengyu.
Teng Zijing stuffed him into the car and warned him, "Drive slowly on the road and don't bump him around."
"Don't worry, Master Jing!" Xiang Xiaowu responded, carefully helping Jiang Chengyu adjust his sitting position, and using less force when closing the car door.
The engine started again, and the car slid into the traffic like a shadow, quickly disappearing at the end of the road.
Teng Zijing put his arm around An Yu's shoulders and pulled her into his arms. When he turned his gaze towards Deng Zhouyi,
His tone had returned to its usual sharpness: "You two should go back early. Call me anytime if you have anything."
Yu Qianqian leaned closer to Deng Zhouyi, nodded slightly to Teng Zijing, and said in a polite and reserved voice, "Goodbye, Master Jing."
Deng Zhouyi looked at the drunken look in Teng Zijing's eyes and was still worried: "Master Jing, you've had quite a few tonight. How about I call a designated driver?"
"I'm fine." Teng Zijing waved his hand and patted An Yu's shoulder gently. "You guys should leave quickly. Don't waste time."
Deng Zhouyi wanted to say something, but when he met Teng Zijing's unyielding gaze, he had no choice but to pull Yu Qianqian's hand, his tone filled with reluctance: "Then... are we really leaving?"
An Yu smiled and waved her hand, saying, "Go back. I'm here for Zijing, don't worry."
Deng Zhouyi then took Yu Qianqian's hand and turned to walk towards his car. He looked back before getting in.
Teng Zijing lowered his head and suddenly gave An Yu a light kiss on the corner of her mouth, which was warm with a hint of alcohol.
"Let's go home and give my wife a full 'service'." His voice was low, with a playful hoarseness at the end.
An Yu's cheeks flushed red, she reached out and pushed his face, scolding him: "Shameless,
This is right here on the street! He's swearing all over the place." He said this, but a smile was hidden in his eyes.
The two walked to the parking space. An Yu opened the door first and sat in the passenger seat. As soon as she fastened her seat belt, Teng Zijing leaned over and pressed over her.
He supported himself on the back of the chair with one hand and pinched her chin with the other, and his drunken kisses fell all over her, from her lips to her jaw, his breath so hot that it seemed to burn her.
"Wife," he said, his voice hoarse as he rested his hand against her forehead. "I've missed you so much these past few days... I really want to do it right now."
An Yu's heart beat like a drum as he kissed her. She put her hand on his chest and pushed it, glancing out the window.
"Stop it, there's a lot of people coming and going in front of the hotel. Do you want to be on the headlines tomorrow?"
Teng Zijing chuckled softly, then stood up, his fingertips rubbing her lips lingeringly: "Okay, listen to my wife, we'll settle the accounts together when we get home."
He started the car, the engine roared, and the black sedan merged smoothly into the night, leaving only the taillights gradually shrinking into two small red dots in the distance.
The lights in Gu Ze's apartment were still on. Gu Ze, who was strolling in the living room, was muttering to himself while holding a script in one hand.
His slender hands gestured in the air, repeatedly pondering the tone of a line.
When he heard the sound of sudden brakes outside the window, he immediately put down the script and walked to the entrance.
Then I saw Xiang Xiaowu and Jiang Li supporting the staggering Jiang Chengyu towards the door.
"Who are you?" Gu Ze rushed over and pushed Jiang Li away, his face full of jealousy.
The voice suddenly rose in pitch, undisguised with hostility, "Do you think you can touch Mr. Jiang? Get out of here!"
Jiang Li staggered after being pushed, and her back hit the door frame. She frowned in pain.
Looking at the way Gu Ze carefully helped Jiang Chengyu over, and thinking about how I had been busy taking care of him all night,
I have never been scolded like this by President Jiang in the company. Isn’t he a first-class star?
It was Jing Ye who paid for his fame, so what right did he have to scold him? Thinking of this, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of grievance and loss.
She didn't say anything, just stood there with her arms folded, her cheeks puffed up with anger, but her eyes were a little sore.
In Jiang Chengyu's bedroom upstairs, the little white horse named "Shengxue" was circling the room with its ears erect.
When it saw someone coming in, it immediately ran over, sweeping the ground gently with its tail behind it.
Xiang Xiaowu and Gu Ze worked together to put Jiang Chengyu on the big bed. He groaned twice, turned over and tried to roll to the edge of the bed. Gu Ze quickly reached out and held him down.
"Mr. Jiang, just sleep well." Xiang Xiaowu squatted down and carefully helped him take off his shoes. Then he picked up the shoes and put them neatly on the shoe rack at the door.
Gu Ze wrung out a hot towel from the bathroom and put it on Jiang Chengyu's forehead, moving it so gently as if he was afraid of breaking a piece of porcelain.
"Boss Gu," Xiang Xiaowu stood up and dusted off his hands. "President Jiang, please take good care of him. I'll come pick him up tomorrow morning and take him to the company."
Gu Ze didn't look back. He was concentrating on untying Jiang Chengyu's tie. When his fingertips touched the man's hot neck, he paused and whispered, "Got it."
Xiang Xiaowu gently closed the door and left, leaving only the two of them and the horse in the room. The little white horse came closer to the bed and rubbed the back of Jiang Chengyu's hand with its head, as if to comfort him.
Jiang Chengyu smacked his lips and mumbled incoherently: "Again... I'm not drunk..."
"Okay, okay, I'm not drunk." Gu Ze took the towel off his forehead and spoke softly.
"Just sleep well. I'll go get you a glass of honey water. Be good and don't make trouble." He tucked the corner of the quilt for Jiang Chengyu.
She turned around and tiptoed out of the room, leaving the little white horse quietly guarding the bed, its tail occasionally sweeping across the floor, making a tiny sound.
The next morning, the sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting mottled shadows on Jiang Chengyu's desk, but it couldn't dispel the weariness between his brows.
He dragged his lead-like body into the office, and the heavy solid wood office chair sank into a deep arc.
He rested his elbows on the table, resting his forehead on the backs of his clasped hands. Even opening his eyes found it difficult - the dull pain of the hangover was like countless fine needles, making his temples throb.
"Boss Jiang." Jiang Li walked in, holding a white porcelain cup. Dark brown tea dregs lay at the bottom of the cup, and steam was rising from it. "Have a cup of strong tea to sober you up. I added some dried tangerine peel to help with the headache."
"Thank you." Jiang Chengyu's voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up. Without raising his head, he raised his hand to take the cup, and his fingertips shrank when they touched the hot wall of the cup.
Jiang Li didn't stay long, he closed the door gently and walked out.
Silence returned to the office. He took two sips from the cup. The bitter taste of the tea numbed the tip of his tongue, but it also made his confused mind clearer.
He stood up and walked to the reception sofa, took off his leather shoes, sat down cross-legged, formed a firm seal with his hands in front of his abdomen, closed his eyes and began to practice qigong.
The air flow rises slowly from the dantian and flows along the meridians, bringing a slight tingling and warmth wherever it passes.
But just as he reached his heart, the energy suddenly rushed out like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, and his mind flashed uncontrollably back to the dream of last night -
In the bedroom of Jinyang Villa, warm yellow light shone on Mu Xiaoji, who was leaning against the velvet cushion.
Holding an open book in her hand, her eyelashes cast light shadows under her eyes, as quiet as a painting.
Jiang Chengyu rushed in as if bewitched, snatched the book from his hand and threw it on the carpet. Without waiting for the other party to react, he leaned over and threw him onto the big white bed.
In the dream, I was like a possessed person, my movements were filled with madness and insanity. I kept looking at Mu Xiaoji's forbearing expression, and I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted to rub him into my body...
"Hmm!" A fishy and sweet taste suddenly rushed up his throat. Jiang Chengyu suddenly opened his eyes and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the dark carpet, splashing a glaring red.
He covered his chest and coughed violently. Every time he coughed, his ribs felt like they were about to break.
"Cheng Yu!" The office door was pushed open suddenly, and Song Shijie received instructions from his son Mu Xiaoji to take good care of Jiang Chengyu.
He walked in carrying a thermos bucket, originally wanting to see the children busy on the construction site all day, but he came across this thrilling scene.
He hurriedly put down the thermos and rushed over to support the staggering Jiang Chengyu, his voice trembling: "What's wrong with you? Jiang Li! Call an ambulance!"
"Uncle Song, I'm fine." Jiang Chengyu took a long time to hold his hand, his face as white as paper.
"I drank too much at a social event last night and have a terrible headache. I thought I'd use some Qigong to heal it, but I didn't expect... I went crazy. I'll just need to regulate my breathing for a while and I'll be fine."
Jiang Li rushed in when he heard the shouting and immediately saw the bloodstains on the carpet.
Her face suddenly changed with fear: "Mr. Jiang! How are you?" She fumbled for her cell phone in a panic, and with trembling fingertips she was about to press 120.
"Don't hit me." Jiang Chengyu stopped her, his voice weak but full of unquestionable persistence, "Jiang Li, I'm really fine, no need to call a doctor."
"But..." Jiang Li looked at the blood on his lips and her eyes turned red with anxiety.
"Uncle Song, you guys go out first." Jiang Chengyu took a deep breath, trying to steady his breath, "Let me be alone and calm down for a while."
Song Shijie frowned and handed him a tissue. Jiang Chengyu took it and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his fingertips trembling.
Song Shijie finally sighed and waved his hand to signal Jiang Li, who was still about to argue, to go out: "Okay, take care of yourself. Call us immediately if anything happens."
The door was closed gently, and the office became quiet again, with only Jiang Chengyu's slightly rapid breathing remaining.
He closed his eyes again, trying to guide the chaotic airflow, but Mu Xiaoji's figure could not be shaken off his mind.
The pain in my heart, mixed with an inexplicable panic, came in waves like the tide.
The sunlight shone through the blinds onto the pool of blood, making it look bright red.