The time of the city

Seeing that Mo Yu didn't say anything but just lowered her eyes and stirred the straw in her hand, Leng Xiyan leaned forward slightly and reached out to hold her cold hand.

"Xiaoyu, Jiamu really loves you to the core," Leng Xiyan said with a sigh, "I heard that after you got into trouble, he locked himself in the room and drank like crazy, drinking so much that he had stomach bleeding and was hospitalized."

She paused, her eyelashes trembling slightly. "After my uncle and aunt passed away, Jiamu completely lost the desire to live. During that time, I always blamed myself and paid close attention to his every move."

"The first time he attempted suicide, I rushed over, but for some reason, he called an ambulance himself." Leng Xiyan's voice was hoarse. "The second time, I saw him lying in a pool of blood, clutching the family photo in his hand, his eyes were desolate. At that time, I was really afraid that I couldn't save him."

"I tried to tell him that you were still alive," Leng Xiyan held her hand tightly, "and he changed completely. He said he couldn't let you come back alone."

Mo Yu's previously calm expression finally gave way, her nails digging deep into her palms. Even though she'd known Ni Jiamu had attempted suicide before, hearing Leng Xiyan's detailed account of it still felt like a heavy object was pressing down on her heart, and even breathing was painful.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have been angry with my brother." Mo Yu sniffed, her eyes red. "I'm going back to him now and apologize to him."

Leng Xiyan grabbed her hand again as she tried to get up, her eyes sweeping across the drizzling rain outside the window. "It's dark now, and it's still wet outside. It's hard to get a taxi here. Do you really want a pregnant woman like me to take you back? Let's go back tomorrow."

The next morning, sunlight streamed through thin clouds. Mo Yu hurriedly ate breakfast, not even bothering to wipe the corners of her mouth before hailing a car and rushing home.

The scenery outside the car window was rapidly receding, and her fingers kept tapping on her knees, feeling both expectant and nervous.

When she arrived at the door of her house, she found at a glance that the luggage that was originally placed at the door was missing, and the door was ajar, with a slight gap showing.

Mo Yu was delighted and thought to herself: The door is not locked, maybe my brother won't chase me away. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

She searched everywhere downstairs, but couldn't find Ni Jiamu.

She hurried upstairs again and heard some noise inside the house in the corridor. She thought Ni Jiamu should be in the office, so she turned around and was about to go back to the room when she heard Nan Feng's voice.

"If Xiaoyu knew that it was my mother who killed her mother, destroyed her family, and made her an orphan, she wouldn't be willing to be with me."

"Then keep it a secret from her." Ni Jiamu's slightly hoarse voice sounded, "She grew up in an orphanage since she was a child. She has never met her parents and won't care about these things. I will give her to you..."

Mo Yu clenched her fists and couldn't bear it any longer, so she pushed the door open and rushed in.

The study curtains were half-drawn. Ni Jiamu raised his head from the shadows. His hand holding the cigarette froze in mid-air, and the ashes fell to the ground.

His Adam's apple rolled twice and his eyes met hers.

"Who taught you to be so rude and just barge in when people are talking about something?" Ni Jiamu said in a cold voice.

Mo Yu turned to him, her voice trembling, "Who taught you to hide the truth so easily? Have you ever asked me? Do you think I don't care? Do you think my opinion is so unimportant?"

Ni Jiamu was silent for a moment, then extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray: "It doesn't matter."

With a crisp "pa" sound, Mo Yu slapped him in the face: "Ni Jiamu, you are so annoying." After saying that, she turned and rushed out of the study, and the tears in her eyes finally fell.

Suddenly, a pigeon whistle sounded outside the window, startling the gray sparrow perched on a sycamore branch.

Ni Jiamu turned his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said to Nan Feng who was standing there in a daze: "Why are you standing there? Chase after him."

Nan Feng said "Oh" and hurriedly chased after him.

"Xiaoyu, wait for me. Run slower so you don't fall." Nan Feng took a few steps forward and grabbed her arm.

Mo Yu turned around, two tear marks clearly visible on her face. Nan Feng panicked and quickly took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe her tears: "I'm sorry, Xiao Yu."

Mo Yu looked at the half-leafed sycamore tree and asked softly, "Brother Nanfeng, have you recovered your memory?"

Nan Feng nodded quickly: "I remember everything. I'm sorry for what I did to you before, Xiaoyu."

Mo Yu shook her head, unusually calm: "You said it was your mother who ruined my family. Can you tell me more about it?"

"I lost my memory because of my grandfather's hypnosis, and my mother should have lost her memory too..." Nan Feng roughly repeated to Mo Yu what Qiao Zhengrong had said to him.

After listening, Mo Yu's tone remained calm: "Brother Nanfeng, I don't blame you. It was your grandfather who did the evil. I won't involve you. You treated me very well in the orphanage, and I will always remember that."

"Then why did you just..."

"I'm mad at my brother. I'm not an object. Why does he give me away so easily? Why doesn't he care about my opinion?"

Nan Feng picked up the fallen leaves from Mo Yu's hair and said, "Xiao Yu, I've never told you that I like you and I've always wanted to marry you. It was me who asked Ni Jiamu to marry you. I have a multi-billion dollar project on hand. If you marry me, I'll give it to him."

Mo Yu took two steps back: "Brother Nan Feng, I only treat you as a friend, I want to go back now." After saying that, she turned around and ran back.

Nan Feng watched her running back, caught the falling sycamore leaves with his hands, and whispered, "Ni Jiamu, you really do love Xiaoyu more than I do."

Mo Yu returned to the study. Ni Jiamu was lying in a rocking chair with his eyes closed, a blanket draped casually over his legs. His face was half hidden in the shadows, and the part that had been beaten was swollen.

Mo Yu stood quietly at the door and observed him, and found that he had the air of an old man.

"How long are you going to stare at me without saying anything?" Ni Jiamu suddenly spoke.

"Why did you sell me? You are already rich enough, why do you want to sell me for money?" Mo Yu's voice trembled.

Ni Jiamu opened his eyes, bloodshot. "Who would complain about having too much money? You can sell it for 3 billion, don't you think it's worth it?"

Mo Yu was so angry that she was shaking all over: "Ni Jiamu, you have changed. I don't want to care about you anymore." After saying that, she ran back to the room and lay on the bed and burst into tears.

……

He Qingqing was leisurely arranging flowers, sunlight streaming down her body through the glass ceiling. A man quickly ran up to her and handed her a stack of photos. "Boss Qiao went to meet this woman today."

After seeing the woman's face in the photo, He Qingqing's face instantly twisted and distorted. She suddenly used a pair of scissors to cut up all the flowers she had just arranged. "Afeng is obviously going to marry me soon, and it's you again, why are you ruining my plan?"

She raised the scissors and fiercely stabbed Mo Yu's face in the photo: "Mo Yu, I don't care what methods you use, A Feng can only be mine."

Then she picked up the phone and put it to her ear: "Do me a favor..."