ASTNovels Chapter 2254 Su Jingyu 64
Chapter 2254 Su Jingyu 64
Yuan Zheng really wanted to throw away his chopsticks and rush to the hospital immediately to accompany Su Jingyu.
But he quickly calmed down, thinking that she was definitely trying to accommodate him again.
As a person involved in the matter, he could no longer tell which words Su Jingyu said were sincere and which were just her trying to please him.
She is so kind and wonderful. Although she grew up being spoiled by everyone, she still has a strong sense of responsibility, both in her career and in her relationships.
Maybe this is the difference between the daughter of a wealthy family and an ordinary rich second generation.
The waiter brought the dishes to the table one after another.
Yuan Zheng put down his phone, picked up a dish for Yu Qingyu with his serving chopsticks, and asked, "Qingyu, what type of boys do you young girls like?"
Yu Qingyu chewed the meat in his mouth and said, "Tall, handsome, strong, young, energetic, brave, virile, and wild."
Yuan Zheng knew that she was talking about Yuan Shenzhi.
Shenzhi is young, impulsive and full of vigor.
Boys of his age would think Shen Zhi is rash and immature, but girls like Yu Qingyu think he is manly, courageous, daring to love and hate, and handsome.
Su Jingyu is only three years older than Yu Qingyu.
They are of the same generation.
Yuan Zheng suddenly felt that the nine-year generation gap between him and Su Jingyu was like an insurmountable chasm.
After taking two bites quietly, Yuan Zheng couldn't eat any more. The originally delicious dish tasted like chewing wax.
He turned on his cell phone, checked emails, and dealt with tomorrow's official business, trying to clear his mind, but as he stared at the emails, his mind was filled with Su Jingyu's sickly face and Yuan Shenzhi's recklessness.
It felt like there was a ball of sand stuck in his chest, making him feel uncomfortable.
Yu Qingyu ate with great relish.
The thin little girl had an amazing appetite. She quickly finished half of the four dishes and one soup.
She asked Yuan Zheng with her mouth free: "Uncle, why don't you eat?"
Yuan Zheng said: "I have no appetite. If you can eat, eat it all."
Yu Qingyu brought the dishes to herself and said indifferently, "Eat when you should, drink when you should. A man's possessions are external to him, so grab them if you can. If you can't grab them, there's always someone else."
Yuan Zheng smiled bitterly.
The little girl is not very old, but she is quite cheerful.
It's good to live like a single-celled organism. I won't be entangled, blame myself, and feel guilty like him.
After Yu Qingyu finished her meal, Yuan Zheng paid the bill and drove her to the hospital, but he did not return to the company.
The car stopped in the parking lot, and he didn't know where to go. If he went to find Su Jingyu, his identity would be awkward. If he left, he would be reluctant to leave.
After spending more than half an hour in a state of confusion, he silently started the car and went to his parents' cemetery.
My parents' ashes are buried in my grandfather's cemetery.
There is a bunch of white chrysanthemums placed in front of the tomb. Judging from the withered degree of the petals, they should have been placed just in the past two days.
It wasn't him who put it there.
He came to pay his respects once ten days ago, bringing cigarettes, alcohol, yellow paper and his mother's favorite white roses.
My grandfather is too embarrassed to pay homage to his ancestors and only comes once during Tomb-Sweeping Day and my father’s birthday.
These flowers should have been placed by Mei Dai.
He thought, she is so stubborn. He hated her so much and never treated her well, but she still insisted on coming to the cemetery to send flowers and silently approached him. She would send him various gifts on his birthday and during festivals, even if he asked his secretary to throw them all away, she still kept on doing it.
This is a sick mentality.
Just like him, his psychology is actually pathological.
Only those who have suffered severe trauma in childhood will have this kind of morbid obsession.
Yuan Zheng leaned over and sat down in front of the tombstone, with his right hand on his knee and his back against his parents' tombstone, as if he was leaning on his parents.
He has grown into a mature man of 28 years old, tall and steady, and his business is going well. But when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he still thinks of the nine-year-old boy who had lost both his parents and was left with no one to rely on.
No one can empathize with that kind of desolation and loneliness.
The night dew was heavy, but he had no intention of returning home.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of car wheels rolling on the road, and Yuan Zheng slowly raised his eyes to look.
This is my grandfather’s family cemetery. My mother is an only child, and there are no descendants except him. Who is coming in the middle of the night?
Su Jingyu?
If it was really her, he would feel more guilty and more distressed.
The car stopped and the lights went out.
A slender figure got out of the car, entered the cemetery and walked slowly towards him.
Judging from the outline, it is not Su Jingyu. Su Jingyu's steps and demeanor are different from those of ordinary women.
As he got closer, Yuan Zheng finally saw who it was: Mei Dai.
Maybe he was too conflicted to feel disgusted at the moment. After all, it takes a lot of effort to hate someone.
He looked at her coldly and asked, "Who are you trying to disgust by going to my parents' grave in the middle of the night?"
Mei Dai said nothing, took off the bag on her shoulder, unzipped it, took out a few cans of beer and put them on the ground.
She sat down next to him and said, "I've been feeling tightness in my chest this afternoon. It turns out you're unhappy. I thought you would come here, so I came to see you."
She opened a can with a click, then tilted her head back and gulped down half the bottle. She wiped her mouth with her hand and said to Yuan Zheng, "You should have one too. A little drunkenness will help you forget your worries."
Yuan Zheng glanced at the beer and didn't move.
It is true that he is conflicted, but he will not numb himself with alcohol.
Mei Dai stared into his eyes, "Unhappy?"
Yuan Zheng said coldly: "None of your business!"
Mei Dai suddenly laughed out loud, and as she laughed she became more depressed and her eyelashes drooped.
She whispered, "What did I do wrong? I was only a few years old at the time. What could I do if I overheard it? I told my parents at the time, but they are adults and can't change anything. Over the years, my mother and I have been trying every possible way to atone for our sins to you, but you were so cold to me, so cold."
She raised her hand and pounded her chest twice, "This heart is made of flesh and blood, do you know how uncomfortable I feel every time you scold me?"
She looked at him, tears welling up in her eyes. "When I was little, you loved me so much. You always called me sister and gave me all the delicious and fun things you got. Have you forgotten everything?"
Yuan Zheng listened quietly.
He thought he was really angry and confused today.
I actually listened to her talking so much nonsense here.
Normally, how could he allow her to say more than three sentences?
He said coldly: "Let's go!"
Mei Dai looked at his slender jade-white fingers resting on his knees and said, "Let's go together."
Yuan Zheng lost his patience, "Get lost!"
Mei Dai laughed bitterly, "Look, Brother Zhengzheng, you are starting to hurt me again. You dote on Su Jingyu so much and you don't want to hurt her at all, but why are you so cruel to me? She is a woman, and so am I. She grew up as a little girl, and so did I."
This sentence hurt Yuan Zheng.
The little girl he raised was now with Yuan Shenzhi.
He gave up the opportunity with his own hands!
His handsome face was extremely cold. He reached out to hold on to the tombstone, stood up suddenly, and strode towards the exit of the cemetery.
Mei Dai didn't move.
She was betting that Yuan Zheng would come back.
He was kind-hearted at heart. No matter how much he hated her or disliked her, he would not leave her, a weak woman, alone in the cemetery in the middle of the night.