The time of the city

Back home, Ni Jiamu arranged a room for Leng Xiyan in the corner, far away from his and Mo Yu's rooms. He even made a rule that Leng Xiyan could not use the upstairs bathroom, only the downstairs one.

Although Leng Xiyan felt uncomfortable, she still accepted it.

Mo Yu wanted to go to school, but Ni Jiamu refused, insisting she rest at home for a week before going. Unable to persuade her, she had no choice but to agree.

In order to prevent Leng Xiyan from causing trouble, Ni Jiamu has been helping her find a house. In order to reduce the time she and Mo Yu spend alone, he hinted to Leng Xiyan to do more housework, and she gladly accepted it.

"Xiao Yu, have some fruit. I just cut it and it's very fresh." That day, Leng Xiyan brought a plate of beautifully cut fruit and placed it in front of Mo Yu.

"Thank you, Sister Xiyan." Mo Yu smiled and grabbed a piece of apple and put it into her mouth. She suddenly felt that she and the amnesiac Leng Xiyan were getting along well. She was gentle and considerate. Before, all the other men in the family except her were males: Xiaoxue and Ni Jiamu. Now, she finally had a sister to keep her company.

"Can I ask you something, Xiaoyu?" Leng Xiyan asked tentatively.

"Of course, I'll tell you everything I know."

"I want to ask about Jiamu." When Leng Xiyan mentioned Ni Jiamu, there was an unclear emotion in her eyes.

"Well, brother, I don't know how to answer your question." Mo Yu didn't dare to speak carelessly. She knew that Leng Xiyan liked Ni Jiamu before she lost her memory, and her brother didn't like her. If she told him, it would probably cause trouble for both of them.

"What kind of person is Jiamu? Did anything happen between him and me? He said we were classmates, but I felt he was very distant from me. I even felt he hated me. This is not how classmates should get along."

"Brother is a very good person, but his temper is not very good. You and he are really classmates, and he doesn't mean to dislike you. Sister Xiyan, don't think too much about it." Mo Yu leaned on the sofa, looking like she was in a bad mood.

"Does your brother have someone he likes?"

"Um, I don't know. My brother is so busy with work, he probably doesn't have anyone he likes."

"Really?" Leng Xiyan felt much better. "Xiaoyu, it's almost afternoon. I'm going to cook. Jiamu will come back to eat, right?" After saying that, Leng Xiyan hummed a little tune and went to the kitchen.

Leng Xiyan's behavior made Mo Yu feel that bringing her back might not be a good thing.

Mo Yu could feel that Leng Xiyan would still fall in love with Ni Jiamu. No matter how many times she lost her memory, she would still fall in love with him over and over again. It was not her eyes that chose him, but her heart and her genes that chose him.

Leng Xiyan has devoted seven years of her life to Ni Jiamu. How many seven years can there be in a lifetime?

"Have mercy on me, I will definitely turn the tables in this game, give me another chance." In the dim underground casino, a fifty-year-old man was pinned down on the gambling table by four or five big men.

The other people in the casino were not affected at all, their eyes still fixed on the cards in their hands. They seemed to have not slept for a long time, with dark circles already hanging down to their cheekbones, greasy hair hanging down on their foreheads, and they hadn't changed their clothes for a long time, let alone taken a shower.

The moment you get close, you can smell the stench of sweat and an indescribable odor. They've staked their lives on the gambling table, abandoning their wives and children in the hope of a comeback. They're reckless and supremely confident in their abilities. Even if they lose everything, they'll simply consider it a minor mistake, sure to win it back with just one more try. And so the cycle continues, a path of no return, with no turning back.

"Damn it, it's always next time. Xiao Yuan must pay back the money he owes us today." A tattooed, muscular man kicked the man hard in the stomach and said viciously.

Xiao Yuan covered his stomach in pain and said, "Brother, I will definitely pay you back if I turn the tables. Give me one more chance, or you can lend me some more. I will definitely win today, and I will pay you back if I win."

The man ignored him and gave a look to the younger brothers beside him. The younger brothers nodded in understanding, took out a knife from their pocket and gestured at Xiao Yuan's fingers.

"Xiao Yuan, my knife is not obedient. If you don't return it to me, you will lose your fingers. You owe us 500,000 yuan. How about I chop off five of your fingers?"

Xiao Yuan obviously didn't expect that they would do it for real. Seeing the knife only a few centimeters away from his fingers, he screamed in fear. Suddenly, he felt a hot liquid and his crotch was wet. He was so scared that he had urinary incontinence. The people around him looked at him and their faces turned extremely dark.

"Brother, please don't cut off my fingers. I will pay you back. I will definitely pay you back. I have a son. I... I can let him work for you. I can hand him over to you."

"I want money, not people, unless you take out your son's organs and sell them to us." The leading man took the knife from his younger brother and slashed Xiao Yuan's hand fiercely. Blood instantly soaked the floor. Xiao Yuan screamed and fainted in fright.

"Brother, the person fainted and peed his pants." The younger brother kicked Xiao Yuan aside in disgust.

"This good-for-nothing old man is worthless. Go find his son and pay him back."

"Wait, I'll pay him back." K, holding a cigarette in his mouth and grinning mischievously, walked slowly out of the dark corner of the casino. It was unknown how long he had watched this farce. The diamond earring on his left ear sparkled under the light, like a bright and flawless crescent moon in the night sky.

"Where did you come from, you little brat? Are you Xiao Yuan's son? You are indeed doing better than him. He is so ugly, it is his blessing to give birth to someone as beautiful as you." The man stretched out his greasy and yellow fingers and was about to slap K in the face.

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands." K turned his body to the left, grabbed the man's right side with his hand, and pushed him with his knee, causing the man to kneel on the ground in pain.

Seeing their boss being beaten, the younger brothers quickly surrounded K, ready to fight at any time.

"Pah!" The man got up from the ground and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at K's feet. "How dare you take advantage of me when I'm not prepared and attack me? If I don't beat you to a pulp today, I'm not going to be able to survive in this business anymore."

"Here's one million. Five hundred thousand is for paying off his gambling debts, and the other five hundred thousand is for your medical expenses." K slammed a bank card heavily on the man's smooth and reflective head.

The man had never seen anyone give money so readily, and he was so stunned that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

"Boss, are you going to take action or not?" The younger brother was a little hesitant.

"Move your mother's legs! Didn't you see that people have given us the money? You don't even observe the situation. Let's go." The man picked up the bank card, rubbed his red scalp, and left with his little brother.

"Brother K, why should we save this old gambler and lose a million in vain? It hurts so much." K's subordinate A Bing said unwillingly.

"It's all for Jiamu. Xiao Yuan is very useful. As a brother, of course I have to help him solve his problems, but you must never let him know about this." K warned.