The time of the city

Chapter 199 A bowl of vegetable porridge

Seeing Leng Xiyan leave, Mo Yu wanted to chase after her, but Ni Jiamu hugged her tightly, preventing her from moving at all.

"Why did you let her go? Why didn't you let me strangle her to death? You are the culprit..." Mo Yu's voice was filled with tears. She was anxious and annoyed. Her hands weakly beat Ni Jiamu again and again.

"Okay, Xiaoyu, it's all my fault. Your foot is injured. Don't move. I've called a doctor."

"Let him bring the birth control pills." Mo Yu seemed to have lost all her strength. She huddled in the corner of the sofa, her head resting on the armrest, and spoke weakly.

Ni Jiamu frowned slightly: "Birth control pills are bad for your health."

"Is abortion good for your health? If I get pregnant, I will jump off the building." Mo Yu roared almost in despair.

Ni Jiamu's face turned pale instantly. Mo Yu's words were like a sharp knife, piercing his heart. His usually deep and bright eyes were now gloomy and sad.

"Okay, I'll ask the doctor to bring it over." His voice trembled slightly.

Just as he finished speaking, Ni Jiamu's phone in his bag suddenly rang. He took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, thought for a few seconds, and pressed the answer button.

"Mom," he called softly, his eyes unconsciously looking at Mo Yu who was leaning on the sofa.

Mo Yu, who was leaning on the sofa, shuddered as if struck by an electric current, and her hands hanging on the armrest trembled violently.

Ni Jiamu caught a glimpse of her reaction, took his phone, and walked to the window, but his eyes were always on Mo Yu.

"What's wrong?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

"What's going on in the news? Is it photoshopped?" Shang Xue's voice came from the other end of the phone, with undisguised anxiety.

"Really, Xiaoyu and I have had sex. I like her and I want to marry her." Ni Jiamu looked into Moyu's eyes, affectionately and firmly.

"What?" Shang Xue's voice suddenly became louder, full of shock and disbelief. "Did Xiaoyu volunteer?"

"She doesn't like me, it's just my wishful thinking." Ni Jiamu's voice became much lower.

"So you are the one who bullied Xiaoyu unilaterally. Ni Jiamu, you two are brother and sister. How could you have that kind of feeling for your own sister? I don't agree with you two being together. Your father and I will be back tomorrow." Shang Xue's tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

"Whether you agree or not, I will marry her. The company will handle it, and I will protect her. I have removed all the information about her on the Internet." Ni Jiamu's tone was equally firm, without any retreat.

After saying that, Ni Jiamu hung up the phone. At this moment, the doctor also arrived.

Mo Yu took the contraceptive pills brought by the doctor and swallowed them without hesitation, without even asking for water.

Ni Jiamu sat by, quietly watching the doctor treat Mo Yu's wound. After the treatment was completed, he silently saw the doctor out without saying a word, his entire body as if shrouded in a haze.

"What did mom tell you?" Mo Yu asked, her voice as weak as a mosquito.

"She and Dad will be back tomorrow." Ni Jiamu said softly, looking at her tenderly.

Mo Yu opened her eyes wide, her face instantly filled with panic, "Does Mom know?"

"Yeah," Ni Jiamu nodded slightly.

Mo Yu straightened up and then collapsed instantly. "They... they won't want me anymore. They will... will be disappointed in me." There was a tearful tone in her voice.

"No, we will always be a family. Mom and Dad just have a hard time accepting it. I've already told Mom that I want to marry you."

"No... I don't want to marry you. I just want to be your sister, their daughter." Mo Yu covered her head and cried in pain. Tears kept falling through her fingers and wet the sofa.

As she cried, her voice gradually became lower, and she finally fell into a deep sleep in exhaustion and pain.

When she woke up again, it was already the next morning. Sunlight streamed through the window, spilling into the room, but it failed to dispel the gloom in her heart. Mo Yu turned her head and saw Ni Jiamu, his back to her, staring quietly out the window. His back looked so lonely and desolate.

Noticing the movement, Ni Jiamu slowly turned around and forced a smile on his face, "Are you awake? I'll bring you breakfast."

His voice was filled with fatigue, he had dark circles under his eyes, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, and he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. It looked like he hadn't slept all night.

Mo Yu didn't say anything, just turned her head to the side, feeling mixed emotions.

"Mom and Dad will be here in a while. Do you want to pick them up?" Ni Jiamu asked softly, his eyes always on her.

Mo Yu shuddered slightly, but remained silent. Ni Jiamu had already made the decision for her. "I didn't think it through. Your foot is injured, so you should rest well. I'll bring breakfast over later. Can you eat some?" His tone was gentle and doting, as if he was coaxing a wounded child.

After saying that, Ni Jiamu gently tucked the corners of the quilt for her, turned around and walked out.

A few minutes later, Ni Jiamu came back in, carrying a plate. He carefully placed a bowl of vegetable porridge on the bedside table. "Xiaoyu, I made vegetable porridge, but it might not be as good as yours." Ni Jiamu smiled slightly. "Your vegetable porridge is the best I've ever had. I treated you so badly back then. I was sick, but you took care of me wholeheartedly. Okay, I won't say anymore. You'll be annoyed by me again soon. I'm going out now. Remember to drink the porridge."

Ni Jiamu left, and the room fell silent again. Mo Yu turned around and looked at the steaming bowl of vegetable porridge on the bedside table.

When Leng Xiyan found He Qingqing, she was sitting leisurely in a cafe drinking coffee and chatting and laughing with Zhao Jianzhi.

Seeing Leng Xiyan standing in front of her with swollen eyes, pale face and anger, He Qingqing curled her lips and smiled: "Sister Xiyan, would you like a cup of coffee?"

He Qingqing got a face full of coffee in response, "What are you doing?" He Qingqing wiped her face with a handkerchief, staring at Leng Xiyan.

Zhao Jianzhi, who was standing by, was shocked.