The time of the city

Chapter 232 Become my woman

The next day, Leng Xiyan arrived just after Mo Yu finished lunch. Her face was filled with irrepressible excitement. Looking at her like this, Ni Jiamu muttered to himself, "It's like she's getting married."

However, he didn't ask too many questions, quietly left the living room to the three girls, and turned to go to the study.

Not long after, Yueyue arrived. As soon as Moyu told them why she had called them over, Yueyue instantly jumped up from the sofa as if sprung up by a spring, her eyes wide open and her face filled with shock. "Sister Xiaoyu, have you decided to go look for Brother Hecheng again?"

Leng Xiyan was much calmer, with a confident smile on her lips. She patted Mo Yu's hand gently and said, "Xiao Yu, don't worry and go find Xiao Hecheng. I will take care of everything for you. Take this phone." As she spoke, she handed a phone to Mo Yu.

Mo Yu took the phone and carefully put it in her bag. Then she whispered, "I want to leave when I try on wedding dresses. If I'm late, my brother and I will go to get the marriage certificate. If I leave during the wedding, it will bring shame to the Ni family."

Leng Xiyan nodded slightly, tapped her phone a few times quickly, and turned the screen to Mo Yu. The screen showed a message from a bridal shop: "Go to this shop with Jiamu to try on wedding dresses. I'll keep your phone safe. There will be a signal at all times. We will contact each other later on the phone. Just do as I say."

Mo Yu looked at Leng Xiyan, who had made such thorough preparations, and nodded vigorously: "Okay, I will do as you say."

Yueyue weakly raised her hand: "What about me? What do I need to do?"

Leng Xiyan looked at her with a smile, her tone much softer, "Little sister, just cooperate with Xiaoyu."

After the three of them discussed everything, Mo Yu sent Leng Xiyan and Yueyue out of the house and sat back on the sofa. She was just about to take out the mobile phone Leng Xiyan gave her to see what kind of high-tech thing it was.

Suddenly, she felt an itch on her neck and turned back subconsciously, only to find that Ni Jiamu had been standing quietly behind her without her noticing.

Mo Yu's heart skipped a beat. She frantically covered her bag with her hands, her voice trembling. "When...when did you get here?"

"I just got here." Ni Jiamu had a gentle smile on his face. He reached out and gently lifted a strand of Mo Yu's hair. "I learned a braiding technique online a few days ago. I'll try it on you."

Realizing that Ni Jiamu hadn't noticed her little move, Mo Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and her mood became more relaxed. The corners of her mouth rose slightly: "Okay, brother, let's go to xx bridal shop to try on wedding dresses."

Ni Jiamu focused on the movements of his hands, his eyes full of tenderness: "We'll go wherever Xiaoyu wants to go."

Ni Jiamu's movements were gentle and soothing, like a spring breeze. Mo Yu felt comfortable all over and fell asleep unknowingly.

When she woke up again, the sun outside the window had already set and everything around her was dark.

She found herself lying on the bed in her room. Her heart instantly jumped to her throat. She frantically searched her bag until she found her phone was still there. Only then did her heart settle down. She muttered softly, "I'm going to try on wedding dresses the day after tomorrow. I can't make any mistakes."

At the same time, on the other side of the city, He Qingqing was kicking the gravel at her feet in anger, complaining constantly: "I'm so angry that I'm turned away. What's so great about that old man?" She had just been turned away by Qiao Zhengrong. She went there five times in a row but failed to see Qiao Zhengrong.

He Qingqing angrily walked into a small roadside pub. Under the dim light, she ordered some drinks. Then she took out her cell phone and called Nan Feng. The phone rang for a long time. Just when she thought no one would answer, it finally connected.

He Qingqing quickly cleared her throat and tried to make her voice sound gentler: "A Feng, do you have time to come out for a drink? I'm..."

But before she could finish her words, Nan Feng's cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sorry, I'm a little busy. Let's make an appointment next time when we are free." Then, there was a busy tone.

He Qingqing looked at the interface of the call which lasted less than a minute, and suddenly became furious. She slammed the phone on the table: "That damn old man must have said something to Afeng, so he ignored me. I went there five times and he didn't let me in once. Why doesn't this damn old man just die? I call you grandpa for Afeng's sake. Do you think you are the only one who can hypnotize?" After that, she picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in it in one gulp.

He Qingqing was unwilling to give up just like that, so she entered the URL of the black trading website that Zhao Jianzhi had given her on her mobile phone. After the webpage loaded, she relied on her memory to find the pills that Nan Feng had taken on the page full of various illegal information.

"Tens, hundreds, millions, tens of millions..." The more He Qingqing counted, the more her hands trembled, and her face became uglier and uglier. "What kind of medicine is so expensive? Dad didn't leave me anything, and I broke up with my cousin. I can't even afford this medicine, let alone hire a hypnotist."

She slumped over the table dejectedly, tears welling in her eyes. "But I can't accept this. If Ah Feng marries another woman in the future, I'll be miserable. How about stealing the tender document that Qiao Zhengrong wants? If I steal it, he can at least let me into the Qiao family. But I can't betray my cousin."

"I'm fed up with doing so much for so little money." Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind. He Qingqing immediately stood up from the table and looked back.

Wu Kang was drunk, standing in the middle of a crowd, his face red and neck thick as he spoke out loudly. He held a bottle of red wine in one hand and gestured wildly in the air with the other, "He hits and scolds me at every turn. If he continues to be so arrogant, I'll kill him and take his property. What's the point of a damned old man showing off..."

A gleam of light flashed in He Qingqing's eyes, and she began to think about her own plans.

After a while, Wu Kang staggered out of his seat to go to the toilet. Seeing this, He Qingqing immediately followed him. On Wu Kang's way back from the toilet, she stopped him in one swift step.

"Hello, Uncle Kang." He Qingqing called sweetly with a smile on her face.

Wu Kang looked He Qingqing up and down in a daze, and finally his lustful gaze stopped on her chest: "Godfather said he doesn't want to see you, it's no use for you to look for me." After saying that, he burped and prepared to leave.

He Qingqing was quick-witted and stopped him again, still smiling, "I heard everything you said just now, Uncle Kang."

Wu Kang frowned in disdain, a hint of sarcasm on his face: "Threatening me? You little girl, I tell you it's useless. You can't even see your adoptive father."

"No." He Qingqing blinked her eyes, like an innocent little deer. "Uncle Kang, I want to cooperate with you. You hate Qiao Zhengrong and I hate him too. My goal is to be with A Feng. As long as you help me become Mrs. Qiao, I will give you the wealth you want."

"Just you?" Wu Kang pursed his lips, his face full of distrust. "I don't believe it. I might as well wait for the old man to die and get along well with Qiao Feng. Maybe I can get more."

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he stared at He Qingqing with lustful eyes, "It's not that I can't help you, but I want to make sure that you and I are on the same front. How about becoming my lover? On the surface, you are Mrs. Qiao, but in reality, you are my woman. Give birth to a child with me, let Qiao Feng raise it, and then inherit Qiao Feng's property."

He Qingqing looked at the whimsical, greasy middle-aged man in front of her and felt nauseous. She almost vomited. "You've read too many novels. I don't want to sleep with someone like you. I really love A Feng."

"What's the difference between you and me? You want my help but don't give me any benefits. You want to become Mrs. Qiao, live a life of glory and wealth, and then give me some money to get rid of me? Do you think I'm a fool?"

As Wu Kang spoke, he reached out and patted He Qingqing on the shoulder, "Think carefully about what I just said. Only if you become mine can we cooperate better." After saying that, he burped again and staggered back to the table.