newbobooks Chapter 926 Don’t be angry
Chapter 926 Don’t be angry
Yu Fei's villa was quiet. The sunlight shone through the clean glass windows, casting bright spots on the floor.
Teng Zijing was not sleeping well on the sofa, his brows slightly furrowed, until a beam of strong light happened to fall on his face, and he suddenly woke up from his dream.
He raised his hand to rub his eyes, picked up the phone next to him and saw that the time on the screen was almost ten o'clock.
My heart suddenly tightened, and I stood up abruptly, running upstairs in my slippers.
An's bedroom door was at the end of the corridor. He ran to the door, his fingers lingering in the air as he paused.
He knocked on the door gently, his voice a little hoarse from just waking up: "Xiaoyu?"
An Yuqingqian responded from inside the room: "Come in."
Teng Zijing pushed the door open and walked in. The sunlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom and fell right on the big bed.
An Yu was leaning against the headboard, flipping through her laptop. When she saw him come in, she closed the computer and put it on her lap.
Teng Zijing walked to the bed and sat down, rubbing his hands on his knees, his eyes a little evasive, and his lips moved several times before he finally found words to say.
"Today... today is Grandpa's birthday," his Adam's apple moved up and down, and his voice was very soft.
"Grandpa asked me to come over and take you back to the Teng family for a home-cooked meal. Deng Zhouyi and Yu Qianqian will also be back, you..."
He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear. An Yu looked at his nervous expression.
I sighed softly in my heart, then nodded, threw back the quilt and prepared to get out of bed: "Okay."
Seeing this, Teng Zijing quickly reached out to help her, his tone filled with heartache: "Xiaoyu, if you don't want to go back, it's okay, I can just tell Grandpa."
"It's okay." An Yu shook her head and smiled understandingly. "It's Grandpa's birthday, so I should go back and get together with him. It's just..."
She looked out the window, feeling a little annoyed. "It's almost ten o'clock. It's too late to prepare a gift for Grandpa."
"No need to prepare gifts." Teng Zijing immediately smiled, his eyebrows relaxed.
"Grandpa specifically told me to keep a low profile. Today we're just going to have some fun. It's better for everyone to go back home."
"Okay then." An Yu responded, turned around and walked quickly towards the bathroom. "Wait a moment, I'll be there soon."
The sound of water soon came from the bathroom. Teng Zijing sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the closed bathroom door, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
The scene changed, and two cars were driving towards each other on the road in front of the Teng family villa, heading towards the same parking space.
The black car driven by Deng Zhouyi was steady and capable, while the business luxury car driven by Feng Tao was more impressive.
The two cars set their sights on the empty space almost at the same time, and for a moment neither gave way to the other.
Feng Tao was about to turn the steering wheel to grab a position, but he saw Deng Zhouyi suddenly turn the steering wheel, and the car body drew a beautiful drift arc.
The tires rubbed against the ground with a soft "squeak" and parked steadily in the parking space. The movement was clean and neat, without even any unnecessary shaking.
Feng Tao was immediately furious and pushed open the car door, about to start cursing.
But when he saw clearly the person who got out of the black car, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, and the anger on his face disappeared instantly.
Deng Zhouyi got out of the car first, walked around to the passenger seat, opened the door, and helped Yu Qianqian get out.
He looked at Feng Tao who was standing there, with a faint smile on his face, walked over and patted his shoulder: "Thank you, I'll let you."
Feng Tao forced a bitter smile and waved his hands quickly: "No, no, Assistant Deng, you're joking."
At this time, the back door of the business luxury car opened and Gu Ze got out of the car. He was wearing a light pink suit, which made his temperament even more gentle.
He nodded slightly towards Deng Zhouyi, a faint smile on his face: "Hello, Assistant Deng."
Deng Zhouyi glanced at him sideways, his tone a little scrutinizing: "Mr. Jing also invited you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chengyu also got out of the business car, holding a simply packaged gift box in his hand.
Seeing Deng Zhouyi looking at him with a complicated look in his eyes, he didn't say anything, but just nodded calmly.
Yu Qianqian was standing next to Deng Zhouyi. When she saw Jiang Chengyu, she seemed a little embarrassed and greeted him quietly, "Hello, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Chengyu also nodded, looking past them and towards the yard of the Teng family villa.
The courtyard is filled with red lanterns, and in the center stands a large old man holding a dragon-headed cane.
In the other hand, he held a big birthday peach, and his smile was so bright that it could melt the glaciers in the world.
It was particularly eye-catching, and the atmosphere was full of joy. This kind of arrangement was unique, and it was the first time he had witnessed it in his life.
Deng Zhouyi said nothing more, took Yu Qianqian's hand, and said softly, "Let's go in."
Gu Ze turned his head and glanced at Feng Tao, who immediately understood and quickly walked to the trunk and took out an exquisite gift box.
After handing it to Gu Ze, he got back into the car, started the engine and left.
Gu Ze, carrying the gift box, and Jiang Chengyu followed Deng Zhouyi and Yu Qianqian, one in front and one behind, and walked towards the gate of the Teng family villa.
The sun was shining brightly, shining on the red lanterns, making everyone's face warm.
The four of them walked into the yard, their eyes unconsciously scanning the surroundings. The marble road was clean.
Several figures in servants' attire were hurriedly passing by, carrying trays. The red lanterns hanging in the corridor swayed gently in the wind.
Occasionally, a few unfamiliar guests would talk in the distance, their voices coming through the flowers and trees, seeming a little blurry.
Deng Zhouyi had sharp eyes and caught sight of the dessert table not far away. He pulled Yu Qianqian over and said with a doting tone:
"I overslept this morning and didn't have breakfast. Are you hungry? Come here and have a dessert to fill your stomach first."
Yu Qianqian's eyes subconsciously swept over Jiang Chengyu, and seeing his indifferent expression, she shook her head slightly.
Deng Zhouyi frowned slightly when he saw this, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction:
"Why are you looking at him? Being here is like being at my house. Don't be shy. Just help yourself to whatever you want to eat."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Shuo came out from the other end of the corridor holding Zhou Xue's hand, and the two walked straight to the dessert table.
Jiang Shuo picked up a small fork and turned to ask Zhou Xue beside him: "Xiaoxue, what flavor do you like? I'll get it for you."
Jiang Chengyu's eyes were instantly attracted by Jiang Shuo, and he looked at him without blinking.
There were complex emotions hidden in his eyes, including longing, guilt, and a hint of subtle tension.
"Jiang Shuo?" Deng Zhouyi suddenly shouted.
Jiang Shuo raised his head and looked towards the source of the voice, a familiar smile appearing on his face:
"Deng Zhu, where is big brother?" The "big brother" he was referring to was Teng Zijing.
Deng Zhouyi raised his eyebrows, but didn't focus on the question. He looked at Zhou Xue and teased Jiang Shuo deliberately:
"You little brat, not bad. You're so young and you're already bringing a little girl out to play. Are you sure you're his girlfriend?"
Jiang Shuo sneered, with a little adult-like disdain, and jokingly retorted: "Compared to Deng Zhuni, I am still far behind."
He nodded in Yu Qianqian's direction and said, "Hey, is this your new girlfriend?" He deliberately emphasized the word "new".
Deng Zhouyi was stunned and quickly turned to look at Yu Qianqian. Sure enough, he saw that she was looking at him with complicated eyes, with a bit of grievance and uneasiness on her face.
He underestimated Jiang Shuo's wit and quickly waved his hand to explain: "Qianqian, don't listen to his nonsense, I was just joking with Jiang Shuo!"
Then he turned to Jiang Shuo, trying to change the subject, "Let me introduce you. This is the prince of Zidong International Group, the grandson of President Song."
Then he turned his gaze to Jiang Chengyu, reached out and pulled him over, confirming that the teasing between him and Jiang Shuo was just a joke.
His tone was serious and anxious: "It's him, the son of President Jiang and President Mu."
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Chengyu suddenly shook off his hand, his face darkened, and without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the door.
"Cheng Yu!" Gu Ze's heart tightened when he saw this. He shouted hurriedly and quickly chased after him.
Yu Qianqian looked at Jiang Chengyu's back as he left, then looked at Deng Zhouyi, her tone a little worried: "Ayi, President Jiang seems angry, what should I do?"
Deng Zhouyi curled his lips and said in a nonchalant tone: "He is sick, ignore him."
This little incident did not affect the two children at the dessert table.
Jiang Shuo had already picked out a piece of strawberry mousse and handed it to Zhou Xue, while he himself picked up a piece of chocolate cake.
He ate in small bites, occasionally saying a few words to Zhou Xue, with a crisp laugh, as if nothing had happened.
The sunlight fell on them, giving them a layer of warm gold, which became the most comfortable scenery in this bustling courtyard.
Just as Jiang Chengyu stepped to the stone steps at the gate, a rapid engine sound suddenly pierced the air.
He subconsciously stopped and caught a glimpse of a black shadow rushing towards him from the corner of his eye - it was Teng Zijing's Maserati.
"Squeak--" The sharp brake sound almost tore the eardrum, and the tires scraped two burn marks on the ground.
The car stopped right in front of him, with the front of the car only half a foot away from his knees.
"Cheng Yu, danger!" Gu Ze chased him so anxiously that sweat broke out on his forehead. Now seeing that he had narrowly escaped, his voice trembled with fear and he reached out to pull him.
The people in the yard were startled by the noise and turned back. The fork in Jiang Shuo's hand fell into the tray with a clang.
She turned her head suddenly to look at the door, her face instantly tensed; Deng Zhouyi frowned and subconsciously pulled Yu Qianqian half a step behind him;
The guests who were talking in the corridor also stopped talking and all looked over here.
Teng Zijing pushed open the car door with a bang and rushed to Jiang Chengyu. The veins on his forehead jumped.
His roar was filled with rage: "Jiang Chengyu, are you trying to kill yourself? Don't you look at the cars when you walk?"
Gu Ze quickly pulled Jiang Chengyu back two steps and apologized to Teng Zijing repeatedly:
"I'm sorry, Master Jing. Cheng Yu didn't get enough rest last night and wasn't focused. It's our fault. Sorry..."
Jiang Chengyu remained silent, his face pale, his hands hanging by his side slightly clenched, his knuckles white.
Teng Zijing's eyes swept across Gu Ze and then fell on Jiang Chengyu's tense face.
Just as he was about to explode again, the person behind him gently pulled his arm.
He turned around and saw An Yu standing beside him, looking at him calmly: "Today is Grandpa's birthday. There are so many people watching. Don't be angry."
Her voice was not loud, but it was like a basin of warm water, slowly extinguishing the anger in Teng Zijing's heart.
He took a deep breath, without looking at Gu Ze again, holding An Yu with one hand, and directly pulled away Gu Ze's hand holding Jiang Chengyu with the other hand.
He pulled Jiang Chengyu's arm and walked into the yard, his tone still very aggressive:
"Let's go. Grandpa is waiting for you to have dinner together. Don't embarrass me here."
Jiang Chengyu staggered when he was pulled by him, but he did not struggle and let him drag him forward.
Gu Ze was stunned in place, looking at the backs of the three people. Teng Zijing walked in the middle, holding An Yu with one hand and holding Jiang Chengyu tightly with the other.
There was a sense of competition in the steps of both of them, while An Yu whispered something beside them, trying to ease the atmosphere.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end no sound came out, and he just followed silently.
The gazes in the yard gradually dissipated, the servants continued to work, and the guests returned to the topic, as if the thrilling experience just now was just a brief episode.
Only Jiang Shuo was still standing by the dessert table, looking in the direction where Jiang Chengyu was dragged away.
His little brows were tightly furrowed. Zhou Xue gently pulled the corner of his clothes, and he came back to his senses. He lowered his head to pick up the fork on the ground, but did not touch the cake on the plate again.
The sun is still shining brightly, and the lanterns are still bright red, but there seems to be an inexplicable tension in the air.