The time of the city

In accordance with Xiao Xuyang's last wishes, Xiao Kai handed the letter and the things to Yueyue's father, and asked him to show them to Yueyue after she woke up.

After finishing everything, he took Xiao Xuyang's body away, and no one knew where he went. At the same time, a local courier was sent to Nan Feng.

Nan Feng opened the package and saw the message on it. He was delighted. It was great that Mo Yu was still alive. At the same time, he secretly sent more people to protect Xiao Kai's safety.

The next morning, Mo Yu heard the door close downstairs and quickly jumped out of bed. After getting dressed, she took the insulated box and put all the breakfast Ni Jiamu had made for her into it, then left the house with a satisfied look on her face.

After getting in the car, Mo Yu sent a message to Xiao Hecheng, saying that she was coming to see him. After receiving Xiao Hecheng's reply, she turned off her phone and put it in her pocket.

In the office, Ni Jiamu had just finished signing a document when Ni Yuantang called. He picked up the phone and heard Ni Yuantang's anxious voice.

"Amu and Xiaoyu came back and found out that grandpa passed away."

Upon hearing the news, Ni Jiamu almost dropped his phone, but he calmly said to Ni Yuantang on the other end of the line, "Dad, I will be back as soon as possible and take good care of myself and Mom."

After hanging up the phone, he called his secretary and asked, "What time is the fastest flight to City A?"

"Mr. Ni is at 3 p.m."

“Okay, book two tickets.”

"The driver is parking at the entrance in front." Mo Yu was rummaging through the change and did not forget to point out the direction to the driver.

"Okay, this isn't a good place for little girls to hang out, so you have to go back soon."

"Okay, thank you uncle." Mo Yu paid the money and happily got off the car with the thermos.

As soon as the car left, the phone in her bag rang. Mo Yu picked it up and said, "Hey, brother, why are you calling instead of working?"

"Xiaoyu, get up, pack your things and come back to City A with me."

"Why are you going back to City A?"

"Grandpa passed away. Just pack your things. I'll be back to pick you up soon because I have a three o'clock flight."

Before Mo Yu could reply, the other party hung up the phone. At the end of the call, Mo Yu heard someone urging Ni Jiamu to go to a meeting. Grandpa's death was so sudden that no one expected it.

Mo Yu looked at Xiao Hecheng's home, which was so close, but she couldn't go. She placed the thermos under the pillar at the entrance to the chaotic area, took a photo and sent it to him, then sent him a voice message:

Hecheng, I can't come to see you. I have something to do and need to go back to City A. I will be back soon. Please be happy every day.

Xiao Hecheng, who was painting an oil painting, heard the notification sound on his cell phone. Without bothering to wipe the paint off his hands, he picked up the phone and clicked on the voice call to listen.

Hearing the end, he frowned, replied: "I'll wait for you," and then went out. The pink piggy thermos under the pillar was too conspicuous. He picked it up, unscrewed the lid, and the food inside was still steaming.

After returning home, Mo Yu tossed her bag aside and went upstairs to pack. Thinking she might not be gone for a few days, she only took a few clothes and packed a few more for Ni Jiamu. In less than half an hour, she was downstairs with her suitcase, now just waiting for Ni Jiamu to come home.

A little after 1 p.m., a whistle blew outside the door, completely waking Mo Yu, who was dozing on the sofa. Ni Jiamu, with a tired look in his eyes, appeared at the door. "Xiao Yu, are you ready? Let's go."

"Brother, don't you need to take a break? You look very tired." Seeing Ni Jiamu's mental state, she couldn't help but wonder if he would squeeze a day's workload into half a day.

"No need, let's go, otherwise we will miss the plane." Ni Jiamu pulled the suitcase and walked out the door, and Mo Yu hurriedly jogged to catch up.

After getting on the plane, Mo Yu still found it unbelievable that she was still on American soil just a second ago, and now she was on a plane to City A.

She turned her head and saw Ni Jiamu beside her with his eyes closed and his brow furrowed. His whole body exuded a sense of fatigue and a hint of sadness.

Mo Yu knew that grandpa was a special person to Ni Jiamu, and his death must have been a huge blow to him.

She reached out and quietly held Ni Jiamu's cold hand. She knew he needed comfort, and the only thing she could do was to stay by his side.

Feeling the girl's warm hand, Ni Jiamu returned it and rested his head on Mo Yu's shoulder. He soon fell asleep.

It was already morning when they arrived in City A. As soon as they got off the plane, they saw Ni Yuantang waving at them from a distance.

After entering, Mo Yu discovered that in just over a year, Ni Yuantang's temples were already gray, and wrinkles had crept onto his face. The man who once dominated the business world had become more amiable.

"Amu, Xiaoyu has worked hard. Come home. Aunt Wang has prepared breakfast."

After getting in the car, Ni Yuantang sat in the passenger seat, and Mo Yu followed Ni Jiamu to the back seat. Looking at the scenery receding in the car, Mo Yu found that City A had undergone considerable changes.

But she had no intention of watching it. The heavy atmosphere in the car made her feel a little depressed.

"Dad, is Mom okay?" Ni Jiamu broke the silence.

"Your mother is very sad and looks much more haggard. You should try to comfort her." Ni Yuantang said with a helpless and worried look on his face.

When he arrived at the door of the villa, Ni Jiamu hesitated a little, staring at the door in a daze, and was hesitant to go in.

Sensing Ni Jiamu's fear, Mo Yu held his hand like she did on the plane and said, "Don't be afraid, brother. I'm always by your side."

"Well, I feel at ease with you around."

After Ni Jiamu adjusted his breathing, he took Mo Yu's hand and walked into the villa. The villa was dead silent, as if trying to exaggerate the atmosphere of sadness.

Shang Xue sat on the sofa in the living room, her elbows on her knees, her head in her hands, sobbing softly.

"mom"

Hearing Ni Jiamu's voice, Shang Xue slowly raised her head. Her eyes were red, her hair was disheveled, and she looked like she hadn't slept all night. Tears kept flowing from her eyes.

"Xue'er, our son and daughter are back."

After being stunned for a long while, Shang Xue came back to her senses and ran towards Mo Yu Ni Jiamu barefoot.

She hugged Mo Yu tightly and burst into tears, which broke Mo Yu's heart. She patted her back and comforted her like a child.

"Mom, my brother and I are back. We are always by your side."

Mo Yu had never seen Shang Xue like this before. In her memory, she was always dignified, elegant, and beautiful. If she hadn't been experiencing such great sorrow, the almighty Madam Ni wouldn't have lost her composure like this.

"Mom, Dad is gone."

Yes, as long as parents are around, children will have someone to rely on no matter how old they are, and arms to hold them when they are sad. Now Shang Xue's father has passed away, taking away her support, and she can no longer act like a child and act coquettishly to her father.

When I was a child, he taught me to read about courage thousands of times, but he never told me that accepting her departure was the hardest thing.