Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!
Chapter 500: Nearing Home Brings More Fear

Chapter 500: Chapter 500: Nearing Home Brings More Fear

The room, white and gleaming, was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. Jiang Mingyu, regaining consciousness, slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the lights on the ceiling with some perplexity.

The numbness in his body had subsided considerably, and the pain from the wounds was no longer so pronounced. He felt thirsty but, after glancing at the empty room and the bright call bell, he lay back down.

Forget it, better to endure a bit longer—it’s not too good to always bother others.

Just as he was listlessly counting the 17th insect that flew by, the door to the room was opened, and people started to trickle in.

Aside from the clang of the nurse’s cart, there were the sounds of shoes scraping the floor. Only then did Jiang Mingyu turn his head.

But the person who came was not the familiar face he expected.

Seeing the puzzlement mixed with nervousness on the other person’s face, He Pingzhang revealed his characteristic smile.

"Mr. Jiang, don’t be nervous. I am Mr. Gu’s personal assistant, specially here to handle your discharge procedures," he explained.

Jiang Mingyu became even more confused, "Mr. Gu?"

He Pingzhang signed the forms handed to him by the doctor and replied with a smile, "He probably would not introduce himself using the surname Gu, he likely told you his name was Zhao Lang. In actuality, the Zhao Lang you saved is the only bloodline of Old Sir Gu."

He Pingzhang deliberately emphasized the last few words.

His intention was clear: since Jiang Mingyu had saved Gu Yu’s life, the Gu Family owed him a big favor. This was also the intention of the old gentleman—to make sure he understood that he could seek the Gu Family’s help in times of trouble.

But Jiang Mingyu’s face did not show the surprise He Pingzhang had expected; it became even more peacefully blank, as he simply asked, "Is he doing okay?"

He Pingzhang was slightly taken aback.

It seems that the second master of the Jiang Family still had quite a reserve.

"Mr. Jiang, rest assured, the young master is doing well. It’s just that due to certain reasons he can’t show himself, hence I came to take care of you," He Pingzhang said.

In fact, Jiang Mingyu didn’t know a thing about the Gu Family that He Pingzhang spoke of.

He might have known before, but his memory had always been poor, and after experiencing so much abroad, many things had long been forgotten, let alone people.

When he was in showbiz, he disliked these social obligations, without exception, handing them all over to Shen Lan to manage. Even she would sometimes shake her head and sigh, saying that if it hadn’t been for his talents, with his EQ and personality, it would have been utterly impossible for him to stand out.

Jiang Mingyu felt that what she said made a lot of sense, so he just left all those matters to her. After all, every song he wrote was for her, and all the money he earned was for her as well.

The more Jiang Mingyu recalled, the more chaotic his heart became. What’s that saying? The nearer home, the greater the apprehension; perhaps that’s what he was feeling right now.

Every family member’s face quickly flashed through his mind. Finally, he sat up abruptly in bed, startling He Pingzhang beside him.

"What’s wrong, Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Mingyu glanced at him and quickly averted his gaze.

—He had always dreaded dealing with people like He Pingzhang, who radiated shrewdness from head to toe.

"Can I... can I be discharged and go home now?"

"Of course," He Pingzhang smiled with narrowed eyes, "I am here precisely to take Mr. Jiang home."

Once in the car, Jiang Mingyu still felt a surreal sense.

Over the years, he had climbed the Alps, dived in the waters of Sipadan, and even nearly lost his life in the East Africa Rift Valley, Niagara Falls, and during the riots in South Africa.

Truth be told, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t scared.

But as the landscapes deep in his memory gradually unlocked, those experiences felt as ephemeral as dreams.

As if he had wandered an otherworldly realm and, at sunset, returned to the deeply cherished homeland.

Along the way, He Pingzhang kept making conversation. Jiang Mingyu could clearly sense the other’s emotional intelligence and efforts to accommodate his feelings.

But he barely managed a few responses.

In the end, it was not until He Pingzhang handed him a backpack, that he finally got out of the car.

Before him stood the familiar Red-roofed Villa.

By the time Jiang Mingyu came to his senses, his cheeks were already wet with tears, his body trembling slightly.

After tidying up his clothes, he stepped forward to ring the doorbell quietly.

But in that instant, the words previously said by Jiang Li echoed in his ear—

"Your ’Four Pillars of Destiny’ with your son are in conflict. You are ruled by Gold Water Luck, and he by the earth and fire..."

He remembered when Shi Xu was born, the soothsayer that the old gentleman had brought in had said something similar to Jiang Li’s words.

At the time, he didn’t believe it, yet accidents had been frequent since Shi Xu’s birth, until the year he started middle school...

He feared that those accidents were all caused by him, and without discussing with the family, he left the country with just a backpack.

If he suddenly returned now, what if it affected his son?

Jiang Mingyu dared not gamble; at the moment, the overwhelming longing was washed away by anxiety and fear.

Just then, conversational sounds came from not too far away. In a panic, he quickly hid behind a tree nearby.

"Don’t worry too much, sister-in-law. Jiang Li and the others are doing well on that show, I’ve been keeping an eye out. Plus, Xiao Li has become so sensible now—just relax and focus on running that fashion company you finally got off the ground."

"I know, Lili I am not worried about, but I fear Jiang Yan might cause some new trouble... Your Shi Xu is so well-behaved and sensible, never causing any trouble."

"I do wish Shi Xu could be more lively like Jiang Yan... By the way, is your Li Yan funding going smoothly? Listing a company is no small feat—if you encounter any difficulties, just let me know, and I’ll support you with all I can."

"Don’t worry, everything on my end is going smoothly. Your visit home has already taken up so much of your time. Get back to work quickly. I’ll take good care of Old Gu."

"Okay, sister-in-law, I’m taking off first."

The voices of conversation gradually faded, followed by the sound of a car honking.

Only when the sounds outside had completely disappeared did Jiang Mingyu slowly step out from behind the tree.

Watching the departing white Mercedes, his heart had already been stirring deeply.

That was... Shen Lan.

After so many years, she was still the same, which was wonderful.

The person talking to her must have been his sister-in-law, who seemed different from before.

It seemed that everyone was doing quite well during the time he was gone.

So why show up and bring them trouble?

With a tight fist, Jiang Mingyu turned to glance at the Red-roofed Villa one last time, then trudged away.

He didn’t go far, having finally returned to the country, he was not planning to leave again, for the time being.

Inside the backpack that He Pingzhang had given him, there was a bank card. He glanced at it and there was five million in it—more than enough for him to rent an apartment nearby.