The time of the city

Chapter 198 Responsible for Her

Night fell like a vast sheet of black silk, gently covering the entire city. Downstairs in the living room, warm yellow light poured down, but it failed to dispel the fatigue that enveloped Ni Jiamu. He sat on the sofa, the coffee table in front of him covered with various documents.

Suddenly, the crisp doorbell rang abruptly, breaking the silence. Ni Jiamu frowned slightly, put down the documents in his hand, stood up and walked towards the door.

The moment he opened the door, he saw Lin Haoqing and Leng Xiyan standing at the door. A hint of subtle surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Can I come in?" Lin Haoqing had a polite smile on his face, and his arm gently hugged Leng Xiyan beside him. The posture seemed intimate, but there was a hint of unnaturalness.

Ni Jiamu leaned slightly aside and whispered, "Come in." He then led the two of them to the living room. After they sat down, Ni Jiamu turned around and poured two glasses of juice, placing them in front of them, and sat down on the sofa opposite.

For a moment, the living room fell into a long silence. Lin Haoqing looked at Ni Jiamu's bloodshot eyes and tired face, his lips moving, but he didn't know where to start.

Ni Jiamu took a deep breath and broke the deadlock first. His voice was not loud, but it was full of hoarseness: "Haoqing, because of my affairs this time, our cooperation project has been affected, and the Lin family has also been implicated. I am very sorry about this. I have already dealt with it, and you can also ask me for compensation."

Lin Haoqing quickly waved his hand and said seriously, "Since the Lin family has decided to cooperate with the Ni family, they are ready to share the risk. I'm not here to attack you, I'm here to see you. This time, someone must have set you up, to come up with such a shady trick. I heard you say before that you have someone you like, so why not use this incident to respond and let the public know that nothing happened between you and Mo Yu, it was just a trap."

Leng Xiyan sat aside, quietly listening to their conversation. After hearing Lin Haoqing's words, she knew that he had no idea that Ni Jiamu's crush was Mo Yu. She bit her lower lip tightly, digging her nails into her fingertips, as if only this could give her some courage.

Finally, she mustered up the courage and said, "Jiamu, marry me. People are saying that you like your sister. Only if you marry me will they stop. You can tell me that nothing happened between you and Moyu. I will find a good school for Moyu abroad so she can study well."

Hearing this, Lin Haoqing beside him froze suddenly, and endless sadness flashed in his eyes for a moment, but he quickly forced a far-fetched smile and said, "Jiamu, you can consider what Yanyan said."

Ni Jiamu's eyes instantly became resolute. He looked directly at the two of them and said seriously, "The person I love is Xiaoyu, and I will be responsible for her." At the mention of Moyu's name, his eyes instantly filled with infinite tenderness and affection. "I don't care about their verbal abuse and attacks against me. I will protect Xiaoyu and marry her as soon as possible."

"No! Jiamu, no, I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have drugged you. I'm sorry. Can you please not marry Mo Yu?" Leng Xiyan's emotions collapsed instantly and she shouted loudly.

At that moment, a crisp, shattering sound of a cup suddenly rang out. The three of them looked up suddenly to see Mo Yu standing barefoot by the stairs, her face as pale as paper, devoid of any color. Two lines of tears slid uncontrollably down her cheeks, soaking her clothes.

She looked straight at Leng Xiyan, and at that moment, the hatred that welled up in her eyes almost swallowed her up. She seemed to have lost her mind, completely ignoring the broken glass under her feet, and rushed towards Leng Xiyan recklessly, screaming.

"Why did you want to hurt me? Why did you drug Ni Jiamu? I really hope you will be with him, why!" She tightly grasped Leng Xiyan's neck with both hands, her eyes wide open with anger and pain, her eye sockets red.

"Xiaoyu, let go." Ni Jiamu rushed forward and hugged Moyu's waist tightly. Lin Haoqing also reacted quickly and hurried forward, struggling to separate the two.

After Mo Yu was carried away, Leng Xiyan leaned against the sofa, breathing heavily, her voice as weak as a mosquito: "I'm sorry, Xiao Yu... I just... wanted to be with Jia Mu... I didn't expect..."

"You drugged him, why did you drug me too? What do you want to do? Where did you go yesterday?" Mo Yu struggled desperately in Ni Jiamu's arms, kicking her feet non-stop. Her feet were pierced by broken glass and bleeding, leaving bloodstains on the floor.

"It was He Qingqing. She played a trick on me. I went upstairs to find Jiamu and was knocked unconscious. I'm sorry." Leng Xiyan explained while crying, tears constantly sliding down her cheeks.

"You guys go first, Xiaoyu is injured, I want to call a doctor." Ni Jiamu was extremely anxious. At this moment, the only thing on his mind was the injury on Mo Yu's foot, and he had no intention of listening to Leng Xiyan's explanation.

"Okay, I'll take Yanyan away first, you take good care of Moyu." After Lin Haoqing finished speaking, he reached out and forcibly pulled Leng Xiyan, who was crying bitterly, out of the living room.