Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 1095 - 1094: A Resolute Heart

Half a month, it's been a full half month, and Chu Ge still hasn't woken up. When exactly will he regain consciousness?Thinking about this question, Chu Chengrui took a big gulp of coffee, irritably placing the bone china cup on the tray. Even though the coffee in the cup had already dwindled by half, as soon as the "ding" sounded, some coffee spilled out, cascading along the rim.

Chu Chengrui pinched the bridge of his nose harshly, his gloomy old face appearing several years older than it did half a month ago, with bloodshot eyes and cold gleams flickering uncertainly in his pupils.

Though a burning ambition seethed within him, Chu Chengrui always presented himself to others with a calm and amiable demeanor. Such a ruthless expression rarely appeared on his face.

The closest instance to now was when he previously hesitated over whether to act against Chu Ge.

Leaning back on the dragon chair for a while, Chu Chengrui straightened his spine and picked up a folder on the table, inside which was a thick stack of eerily enigmatic brainwave diagrams of Chu Ge.

Despite having scrutinized these brainwave diagrams countless times, Chu Chengrui could even vividly recall each fluctuation on them, yet he still looked at them one by one, his gloomy and aged face growing increasingly erratic.

Wait, don't wait, wait, don't wait...

As Chu Chengrui examined the brainwave diagrams in his hand, he repeatedly posed this question to himself.

Though this behavior is quite juvenile, like a bashful girl plucking petals pondering "Will he come tomorrow, will he not come tomorrow," this white-haired old man kept asking himself this way.

In reality, this question had been hovering in Chu Chengrui's mind for several days, tormenting his nerves every minute and every second, making him restless and unable to maintain the gentlemanly demeanor he was accustomed to, causing a swelling irritability in his heart, inciting an incessant urge to destroy something to vent it.

When all the brainwave diagrams once again passed through Chu Chengrui's withered hands, the answer he silently counted in his mind was naturally the same as before.

"Wait."

Downing the remaining coffee in the bone china cup, Chu Chengrui flung some ten brainwave diagrams without a glance, and then, in a manner resembling an obsessive compulsion typical of children or at most fervent youths, restarted this so-called "leave it to fate" game.

"Wait, don't wait, wait, don't wait..."

When Chu Chengrui placed the brainwave diagrams one by one on the table, only the last one remained in his hand, and the answer he subconsciously recited both in his heart and out loud was still… "Wait."

Lowering his head, Chu Chengrui gazed at the sheet with no fluctuations, a brainwave diagram that theoretically only appeared in brain-dead individuals, resembling a statue, motionless for a long time.

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, half an hour passed...

Unconsciously, Chu Chengrui held this posture for an hour.

Finally, Chu Chengrui moved, gently, lightly placing the lifeless, stagnant diagram among the hundreds of other brainwave diagrams.

At the instant his fingers touched the table, he suddenly pushed with both hands, scattering the layers of brainwave diagrams like snowflakes, tumbling off from the table.

"Screw you, dammit!"

"Thud"—his fist landed hard on the table as Chu Chengrui sprang up from his immense dragon chair, uttering an expletive he'd never spoken in his life, breathing heavily, eyes wide with rage.

Yes, he could wait no longer; he didn't want to wait anymore.

Though Chu Ge's bizarre state of coma might bring uncertainty to his experiments, driving this perfectionist mad scientist nearly intolerable, however...

Whether Chu Ge would regain consciousness, how long until he does, and in what state he'd awake—these unknown elements gnawed like countless savage termites, bit by bit at every tense nerve he had.

Moreover, who could guarantee Chu Ge wouldn't genuinely become brain dead?

At the very least, Chu Ge was still alive now! Within that brain of his, brainwaves were still oscillating!

Give Chu Ge one last night!

Tomorrow, extract Chu Ge's bone marrow, spinal cord, brain tissue, peel back his skin, and study every muscle, every bone, every cell!

This was his life's most glorious biochemical revolution plan!

To lead this revolution and ascend to the pinnacle of humanity was an absolute must for him!

Snap

The last brainwave diagram of Chu Ge fell to the ground face-up, showcasing a pattern rising to unfathomable heights, resembling a dense, impenetrable rhythm, extolling a ringing more taut than blazing flames...

Chu Chengrui's gaze lingered on the diagram for a moment, a sudden surge of inexplicable agitation surfaced, prompting him to frown as he slowly walked over, stepping onto the diagram with one foot, initially pressing lightly, only to then frantically stomp on it violently over and over.

After an uncertain number of stomps, Chu Chengrui's eyes grew red with blood vessels, his usually perfectly combed hair hung disheveled over his forehead, age spots beneath his eyes quivered slightly, and he grasped his knees, gasping for breath.

Another few minutes passed, and he slowly stood up, turned around, wanting to reach for his bone china cup, only to find that the coffee inside was already gone, with only a thin layer of liquid clinging to the bottom of the cup, resembling a dried... bloodstain.

Chu Chengrui sat back in his giant dragon chair, closed his murky old eyes, like an aging Monarch, sunk into the deepest exhaustion.

Night slipped away silently, although Chu Chengrui never opened his eyes, he remained sleepless through the night.

At seven in the morning, Chu Chengrui's eyelids fluttered slightly, first revealing two slits, then gradually exposing his pupils, finally slowly opening completely.

His eyes, bloodshot, encircled the jet-black pupils, two gazes that were calm, serene, yet sinister, lethal.

Just like a viper waking from hibernation.

Or like Pandora's box, opened, countless demons rushing to descend upon the human world, ready to commence their bloody revelry.

With an indescribable feeling, Chu Chengrui didn't go directly to Chu Ge's cage, but earnestly took a bath, put on his most formal suit, tidied his disheveled hair meticulously, and shaved his stubbled face cleanly.

Facing the mirror, Chu Chengrui tidied his pristine bowtie meticulously, glanced sideways at his massive golden dragon chair.

At nine o'clock sharp, Chu Chengrui strode out, an expression on his face that could be described as... devout.

Step, step, step, step...

Has it finally come?

Chu Shiyao sat calmly on the bed, gazing at the old man dressed as if attending an important ceremony, watching his feet rise and fall, drawing closer and closer to her.

With each step Chu Chengrui took, Chu Shiyao seemed to hear the footsteps distinctly.

Not sounding in her ears, but directly ringing in her heart, almost as if stomping directly on her heart, making her heart, having experienced ups and downs these days, tighten and convulse again and again, just barely stretching out before tightening and convulsing again.

She let out a slow breath, trying to calm herself down, but her body still shivered involuntarily, even that deep breath was disjointed.

It was a feeling that couldn't be described as nervous fear or excited thrill, like a flame in her heart, flickering up and down, soaring high then plunging to the depths.

Watching that familiar figure, besides the impeccably formal attire devoid of a single wrinkle or speck of dust, Chu Shiyao noticed something different on that aged face, something akin to devout seriousness.

Just like... the most fervent believer, preparing to receive the most sacred baptism.

In her mind, past events flashed by like a lantern show, and she suddenly realized that she didn't hate this old man as much as she imagined.

Even knowing those were disguises, deceptions, but amidst those false deceptions, she received the most genuine pity and care.

Turns out, lies can be so warm, so real.

Was everything really as Chu Chengrui said, was there not even a hint of familial affection towards her?

This feeling, truly contradictory...

Only a few meters to go before Chu Chengrui would reach the cage, this time, he was alone.

Chu Shiyao trembled more violently, even her teeth chattering, she bit her lip hard, trying to numb herself with pain, ending up short of breath and even a bit dizzy.

Chu Shiyao lowered her head, no longer looking at the old man she should be calling "grandfather," fearing she couldn't hold on and fulfill what she had resolved to do.

Her gaze shifted to Chu Ge's peaceful face, she held Chu Ge's hand, interlocking their fingers.

"Looks like... I can't wait for you to take me out, if possible, I'd really like to go back with you to Yipin Spring City in Ridu, in that little house, under the guise of bringing you some fruit, to share a meal with you..."

Countless melancholies unspeakable, myriad sourness welled up within.

Chu Shiyao tightened her grip on Chu Ge's hand, feeling the warmth from that large palm, unconsciously, she stopped trembling, and those intense melancholy and regrets in her heart gradually turned into a thought.

Just like how Chu Ge had protected her before, this time, it was her turn to protect Chu Ge.

Even though...

Forget it.

There's no point thinking about it.

Once is enough.