Chapter 52: First Wisdom Tooth "Bell"

Chapter.Fifty-second.

"Achu..."

Chen Qiudu opened his lips slightly, his face pale.

Whenever this happened, the only three words left in Chen Qiudu's mind were Wen Jiangchu.

In that moment, he had used up nearly all of his strength just to protect Wen Jiangchu. Shen Qiudu, frail and someone who needed the aid of even a bottle cap, took the initiative to pick up the gun and pointed it at the man.

Chen Qiudu's eyes were blank, and he leaned against the cold wall. He instantly lost all strength and slumped down. When the pistol fell, his body subconsciously leaned back due to the violent inertia.

He thought he would be in severe pain, but unexpectedly Wen Jiangchu was faster than he expected, and Chen Qiudu fell vertically into Wen Jiangchu's arms.

Wen Jiangchu carefully held Chen Qiudu in his arms, but within five seconds, a large group of reporters, media and bodyguards rushed up and blocked their way.

Even so, Wen Jiangchu refused to give them any chance to see or touch Shen Qiudu. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over Shen Qiudu, frowning as he quickened his pace and left the scene along his planned route.

Along the way, the sounds of sirens and fire trucks rang out one after another, mixed with the noise and quarrels of the crowd and the suffocating and shrill cries.

This dinner party ended up without a conclusion.

Chen Qiudu, who was completely wrapped in Wen Jiangchu's arms and hidden, felt dizzy and could only subconsciously clutch Wen Jiangchu's shirt on his chest, still recalling the scene just now in his mind.

He remembered that when Wen Jiangchu carried him away from there, doctors and nurses arrived and rushed the man to the hospital.

Chen Qiudu actually didn't want to kill him, and he never thought of shooting him.

He just... he just wanted to protect Wen Jiangchu, and hated the self-righteous words that man said.

Chen Qiudu didn't know where Wen Jiangchu was taking him. It was as if he was sitting in a car and he could feel the car moving slowly.

After a while, the suit jacket was taken away, revealing Chen Qiudu's red face and messy hair.

Chen Qiudu didn't struggle or complain the whole time, and was held obediently in Wen Jiangchu's arms with a calm expression. He only opened his mouth a little to breathe because he was a little hot.

Wen Jiangchu suppressed the anger rising in his heart and gently fixed his hair and collar. "I'm sorry, Qiu Du, did I scare you just now?"

"Is he...dead?" Chen Qiudu murmured, lowering his eyelashes. His thoughts drifted away, allowing Wen Jiangchu to tease his cheek unscrupulously.

"No, Qiu Du's shot couldn't kill him. At most, he'll be in a coma. And if Qiu Du doesn't take action, after tonight, they'll hide the embezzled funds and commit suicide by poisoning. Baby Qiu Du did a great thing."

Wen Jiangchu rubbed Shen Qiudu's head as if coaxing a child, "We'll be home soon. Baby Qiudu just needs a good sleep, and everything will be over when you wake up."

At this time, Chen Qiudu looked back out the window and found that they were heading towards the Wen family villa.

"Were those people caught at the Lin family's dinner?"

Seeing that Chen Qiudu was getting more and more anxious, Wen Jiangchu quickly spoke softly, "Don't worry, Qiudu. This dinner itself is a setup. Those people have been exposed. As for the rest of the arrest work, it will be done by the government and the Qin family."

The brightly lit manor gradually faded into the night, and was finally swallowed up, leaving only a wisp of white smoke.

Chen Qiudu came back to his senses, lowered his eyes and saw Wen Jiangchu leaning aside fiddling with his fingers boredly. His eyes flashed, "Then don't you need to go help them?"

"Me?" Wen Jiangchu chuckled, "No need."

"Besides, the only thing I have to do now is..."

Wen Jiangchu stretched out his tone, deliberately approached Chen Qiudu's cheek, and rubbed Chen Qiudu with the small hairs on his face, causing him to feel itchy.

Seeing Shen Qiudu shaking his head like a kitten, he smiled contentedly and said, “It’s just to escort my baby Qiudu home safely and have a good sleep with him.”

When he met Wen Jiangchu's eyes, the words he had just overheard in the corner suddenly came into his mind.

"Brother..." Chen Qiudu murmured softly.

"What?"

The muffled noise outside the car window crushed his voice. Wen Jiangchu didn't hear it clearly at first and subconsciously wanted to pull away, but suddenly found that his neck was held tightly by Chen Qiudu.

The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. The highly sensitive Chen Qiudu would always imagine in advance what consequences his words would bring to the other person or their relationship.

If the result is not good enough, he will not take the initiative to say it even if it is what he wants.

So this time, he still changed the subject as usual.

"Nothing." Chen Qiudu lowered his head and nudged Wen Jiangchu, his eyes dark and unclear. "Achu, I'm so tired. Let's go home quickly."

Wen Jiangchu was silent for a long time. His pupils saw the two people's shadows pressed together through the car window glass, and his eyes wandered over Shen Qiudu's body.

He knew what Shen Qiudu wanted to ask, and he also knew what he was struggling with.

He hoped to hear even a small question from Chen Qiudu that was based on his own interests. During the usual intimate and ambiguous times, Chen Qiudu would occasionally say something he wanted, but it was always when he was not fully conscious.

When Shen Qiudu took the initiative to propose marriage, Wen Jiangchu was so happy that he almost went crazy, not only because they had an official connection, but also because Shen Qiudu was finally willing to take the initiative to reveal what he thought and believed that he was worthy.

But now, it seems like we're back to square one.

An inexplicable feeling of frustration spread in his heart, but... Wen Jiangchu thought, take it slow, they still have a long life.

So in the end, Wen Jiangchu just sighed lightly and chose to follow Chen Qiudu's idea without pointing it out.

"Okay... let's go home."

*

The Qin family acted swiftly. When dealing with matters like this, professionals were called in. Those who had previously absconded from the Song Group were apprehended and brought back to justice. Some of the properties under their names were either confiscated or divided up by others, and the business community seemed to be back on track.

The once famous Song family is like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, it is all in vain.

But that's how the business world works. Business families come and go, but the ones at the top of the pyramid remain the same.

However, recently Wen Jiangchu's mind has been completely focused on Chen Qiudu.

The day before yesterday was the day for Shen Qiudu's follow-up examination. All of his physical indicators were met, and the surgical team arrived in Suzhou City early in the morning, ready to perform the artificial gland introduction surgery at any time.

So, at the doctor's suggestion, Shen Qiudu chose to undergo surgery today.

Beside the bed, Chen Qiudu changed into a hospital gown, revealing his fair and thin arms. Wen Jiangchu tucked the corners of the quilt for him with concern, "Why can't you gain weight..."

"It's okay, Ah Chu. I can feel that my body is slowly getting better. It's only a matter of time before I gain weight. Besides, I don't gain weight easily. I can't change that."

Chen Qiudu spoke out to comfort him. For some reason, he was the one who was going to undergo the operation, but he didn't feel anything. On the contrary, Wen Jiangchu had been crying since the moment he changed into the hospital gown and lay on the hospital bed.

Seeing Wen Jiangchu's eyes reddening again, Chen Qiudu quickly spoke to comfort her: "Wen Jiangchu, are you made of water? Didn't you just promise me not to cry?"

Wen Jiangchu turned away in panic, "I don't want to either...but when I think of you in the operating room, I can't help it."

He thought that he could never accept the grief of losing his loved one again.

The plane crash was explosive news in the news media, a turbulent situation in the business community, and gossip among onlookers, but it was only an icicle in Wen Jiangchu's heart.

Every time the heart beats, the melted ice water falls.

"Achu..."

Wen Jiangchu turned around and saw Chen Qiudu trying hard to smile at him.

In a trance, it seemed as if they were back to the day of their reunion. Their postures and positions had not changed, but everything was different.

Chen Qiudu took out the bell that Wen Jiangchu had handed to him from under his pillow and waved it in the air. "Do you still remember this?"

"Of course, why did you suddenly take this out..."

Chen Qiudu lowered his eyes and placed the warm bell into Wen Jiangchu's palm. "I asked Uncle Liang yesterday. He said that this bell is the one you've been carrying with you since you were a child. It can bring you good luck and happiness. This is the only one."

"When the surgery is over, you wave it in front of me. When I hear the bell ring, I'll know it's you. This is a special agreement between us, okay?"

"I'll be fine. Trust the doctor, and trust me, too, okay?"

In the deserted corridor, the ticking sounds of machines were particularly harsh.

Wen Jiangchu stood alone in front of the operating room, his shadow lengthened by the setting sun. Despite his 5'9" frame and the haute couture suit he wore, he still looked forlorn.

His eyes were fixed on the lit red light, his palms were clenched, and the bell was hung on his little finger, hanging in the air, shaking constantly, just like his mood at the moment.

During the few hours of waiting, Wen Jiangchu felt like he was back to the time when he hurried back to China, but only got a few blank papers confirming the death.

He was like this too, leaning against the wall of the operating room, his lifeless pupils mechanically scanning the people coming and going, with no idea, no goal, not knowing where to go or where he belonged.

Losing all support in an instant was like extinguishing all the lights in Wen Jiangchu's world.

At that time, he stayed in the hospital until evening.

The plane exploded in mid-air, the plane was destroyed and all the people on board died, but there were no bodies left.

What Wen Jiangchu got was still ashes covered with mud.

At that time, the only thing that could tell Wen Jiangchu that all this was real was the bell.

The first time I shook it, the bell rang.

The second time he shook, Uncle Liang appeared at the end of the corridor, and from then on they depended on each other.

After shaking for the third time, Wen Jiangchu's wandering thoughts were pulled back by the noisy crowd.

He looked up and saw the light in the operating room turned green.