The time of the city

Chapter 217 Breaking the Leg

The room was still filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. Ni Jiamu strode into the bathroom and ran the water. After coming out, he walked straight towards Mo Yu and picked her up without saying a word.

Mo Yu subconsciously struggled, her voice filled with fatigue and resistance: "I'll wash it myself."

Ni Jiamu just replied in a hoarse voice: "I'll help you." His voice was low, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Ni Jiamu carried Mo Yu into the bathroom and gently placed her in the bathtub. The warm water instantly enveloped her body. Before she could recover, Ni Jiamu actually sat in from behind her, his arm tightly wrapped around Mo Yu's waist, and his other hand reached under her body.

Mo Yu trembled all over and spoke weakly: "Ni Jiamu, what do you have to do to let me go?" Her eyes were half open and half closed, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

Ni Jiamu leaned close to Mo Yu's ear and whispered softly, "We will sleep together in life and be buried together in death. We will be entangled until death, and the cycle of life and death will never end."

The hot breath sprayed on Mo Yu's neck, giving her a chill. A tear slipped uncontrollably from the corner of Mo Yu's eye, "plop" falling into the bathtub, melting into the water and disappearing.

"Mo Yu, let's have a child and stay together forever." Ni Jiamu said as he forcibly twisted Mo Yu's body, held her face with both hands, and kissed her without saying a word.

Mo Yu wanted to resist, but after the tossing and turning of the night, she had no strength left and could only let Ni Jiamu's lips cover her.

Afterward, Mo Yu collapsed in the tub, exhausted, unable to lift a finger. Ni Jiamu gently washed her body, but she felt drowsy, her eyelids too heavy to lift. When Ni Jiamu was drying her hair, she fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and streamed into the room.

Mo Yu blearily opened her eyes and saw Ni Jiamu sitting at the table next to her, working. His sleeves were casually rolled up, and the bright red scratches on them were particularly glaring. They were the marks left by her struggle last night.

Ni Jiamu noticed that Mo Yu had woken up, so he stood up, picked up a bag, and handed it to her, saying calmly, "Go change your clothes. Someone will be here to deliver food in twenty minutes."

Mo Yu took the bag and got out of bed with difficulty. Her legs were weak and she stumbled and almost fell.

Ni Jiamu looked up at her: "Let me help you put it on?" Mo Yu instantly remembered the scene last night, her body shrank uncontrollably, she hugged the bag tightly, and stumbled into the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, Mo Yu looked at the marks all over her body. A wave of grievance hit her, and she couldn't help sobbing softly. After crying for a long time, she finally suppressed her emotions, changed her clothes and walked out.

Ni Jiamu saw the redness in the corners of her eyes, and the hand hanging by her leg moved, as if she wanted to do something, but she held back.

At that moment, the waiter knocked on the door and brought in the food. The aroma of the food reminded Mo Yu that she had been busy all night and was already starving. Without thinking much, she picked up the food and started eating.

After dinner, Mo Yu sat on the edge of the bed, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: should she ask Ni Jiamu to buy her birth control pills? But before she could think it through, a sudden loud "bang" broke the brief silence in the room.

Gu Bai was roughly thrown in by two people and fell heavily to the ground. His face and hands were covered with bruises and scratches, obviously from Chen Xiangqin's hands. Gu Bai clutched his stomach in pain and groaned.

Ni Jiamu stood up and looked down at Gu Bai, his dark eyes filled with endless hostility. He said coldly, "Now that Chen Xiangqin has finished teaching me a lesson, it's my turn."

Mo Yu's heart tightened when she saw this, and she quickly said, "Don't worry about his business. I'm the one who wants to go with him. Don't hurt him."

Ni Jiamu's expression instantly grew even more gloomy, veins popping out on his forehead as he roared, "Mo Yu, you just like him that much, right? I really don't understand. You can even like him, so why don't you like me?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his big hand, grabbed Gu Bai's collar, and lifted him up: "I gave him many chances, and I gave you many chances too. I'll break his legs and see if he can still take you away."

After saying that, Ni Jiamu threw Gu Bai to the ground, picked up a handkerchief, and wiped his hands carefully.

"Take him to the side and fight him. Don't affect the mood of me and my wife." Ni Jiamu ordered coldly.

The two men nodded immediately and dragged Gu Bai to the next room. Gu Bai's screams echoed in the corridor, making people's hair stand on end.

"Ni Jiamu, are you crazy? Please don't be like this." Mo Yu's eyes were red and her voice was filled with tears.

Ni Jiamu hugged her in his arms and said coldly, "No. I told him last time that if he harassed you again, I would kill him, but today, for your sake, I only broke one of his legs. He got it easy."

In the next room, Gu Bai's screams were getting louder and louder. Ni Jiamu was holding Mo Yu with a smile on his face all the time, but that smile was too bitter and tears could be seen in his eyes.

After Gu Bai's leg was broken, Chen Xiangqin took him back. Ni Jiamu looked at Mo Yu and said, "Xiao Yu, do you think Chen Xiangqin and Gu Bai are a good match?"

Mo Yu was filled with anger and couldn't help but retort, "I think you and Chen Xiangqin are a good match. You're both very violent."

A smile flashed across Ni Jiamu's deep eyes. He reached out and gently pinched Mo Yu's face: "Don't talk nonsense. You and I are the best match. No matter how many people you meet, you can only belong to me."

Mo Yu suppressed the urge to scold him, calmed down, and said, "Can Yueyue come to accompany me?"

Ni Jiamu thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll ask the driver to take her home, and we're going back now."

"I want to send her a message asking her to bring me some snacks. Can you give me your phone?" Ni Jiamu nodded without thinking and handed her the phone.

Mo Yu took the phone and sat on the bed, her fingers trembling slightly. She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself, and typed, "Yueyue, come and keep me company. And bring me some snacks. I had an upset stomach last night, so it'd be best if you bring some snacks to help with digestion."

After sending the message, she carefully returned the phone to Ni Jiamu. Ni Jiamu took the phone, glanced at it casually, and asked with concern: "Why didn't you tell me that your stomach was uncomfortable?"

Mo Yu's heart tightened, but she pretended to be calm on her face: "It's almost healed."

She secretly felt lucky that Ni Jiamu hadn't noticed anything unusual, but when she thought about whether Yueyue could understand what she meant, her heart was in suspense again. Ni Jiamu reached out and rubbed her hair, saying softly, "I'll be gentler next time."