nycdaug Chapter 203 She Doesn't Like It
Chapter 203 She Doesn't Like It
It was two o'clock in the morning, and everything was silent. Leng Xiyan held her phone tightly. The two paragraphs of text on the screen were like two cold blades, piercing her heart.
"Mo Yu has severed ties with the Ni family and is no longer their adopted daughter. From this moment on, if any insults or inappropriate comments about Mo Yu appear online, the Ni family will pursue them to the end."
"I love Mo Yu, I want to marry Mo Yu."
Leng Xiyan's hands were shaking uncontrollably as she looked at the phone over and over again until she could no longer hold it and it fell to the ground with a crisp and harsh sound.
Her legs went limp and she sat down on the ground. The emotions that had been suppressed for so long burst out and she burst into tears.
Her mind was full of Ni Jiamu's figure. She wanted to call him immediately to find out what was going on, but her reason told her that it was the middle of the night and it would not be appropriate to do so.
So she just sat on the ground like that, as if all her strength had been drained away. Time passed by little by little, and the sky outside the window gradually turned from pitch black to pale. She finally mustered up the courage and dialed that extremely familiar number.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off." Leng Xiyan was not surprised by the mechanical female voice coming from the phone, but the loss in her heart became even stronger.
She splashed cold water on her face, trying to sober herself up, then picked up her car keys and rushed to the garage.
When Leng Xiyan rushed to the Ni family's house, the house was in a mess.
Shang Xue leaned back on the sofa, looking exhausted. The dark circles under her eyes seemed to be falling down to her cheekbones, revealing a deep sense of powerlessness. Ni Yuantang paced back and forth in the living room, his brow furrowed, and he let out a heavy sigh from time to time.
"Xiyan, we don't know where this brat has gone. His dad and I have been calling him all night." Shang Xue said helplessly and tiredly when he saw Leng Xiyan.
Leng Xiyan looked at the two people in front of her and knew that they really knew nothing about Ni Jiamu's whereabouts, so it was not a good idea to continue disturbing them.
Not long after, she stood up and prepared to leave. Before leaving, she held Shang Xue's hand, her eyes red, and her voice choked with sobs: "Auntie, I really like Jiamu, and I really want to be with him."
Shang Xue looked at Leng Xiyan's departing back, then looked at the seat where she had just sat, and murmured to herself: "I really don't understand Jiamu anymore. What he posted on the Internet is not right whether we acknowledge it or not. Xiaoyu will be so sad when she sees it and thinks we don't want her anymore." As she spoke, she picked up the handkerchief again and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Keep calling him. This brat is going to make trouble. When did we say we would break up with Xiaoyu? And he wants to marry Xiaoyu? He's dreaming!" Ni Yuantang stopped and roared angrily.
Mo Yu woke up to the sound of melodious piano. For a moment, she seemed to have returned to the time when she first came to the Ni family.
In the early mornings of those days, the sunlight always shone gently into the hall of the Ni family. Ni Jiamu would occasionally sit in front of the piano, his slender fingers jumping flexibly on the keys, playing beautiful music one after another.
And she was just a cautious bystander. Every time she heard the sound of the piano, she could only lie on the stairs and listen quietly.
Whenever Ni Jiamu noticed her, he would glare at her, and she would immediately bury her head behind the stair railing to hide herself.
Later, Ni Jiamu went abroad, and the huge Ni family lost his presence and the beautiful sound of his piano.
Only then did Mo Yu dare to quietly come to the piano. She imitated Ni Jiamu, timidly placed her hands on the keys and pressed them randomly.
But the sound she played was disorganized and completely different from Ni Jiamu's. At that time, she was fully expecting Ni Jiamu to suddenly appear in front of her and play a song for her.
"Does it sound good, Xiaoyu? This is the song I composed for you."
A familiar voice rang in her ears. Mo Yu came back to her senses and found that Ni Jiamu had stopped playing at some point and was looking back at her standing in the middle of the stairs, his eyes full of anticipation.
Mo Yu looked at him. The 18-year-old Ni Jiamu overlapped with the 29-year-old Ni Jiamu, except that the piano was no longer the same one from the old house, and the man before her had changed dramatically. Without saying a word, she turned and walked back.
If she could have predicted that she and Ni Jiamu would become what they are now, she would never have wanted Ni Jiamu to appear and play music for her.
Mo Yu completely disappeared from Ni Jiamu's sight, and the light in Ni Jiamu's eyes dimmed little by little.
He slowly stood up, walked to the piano, picked up the music sheets filled with notes one by one, and then tore them up fiercely, muttering softly: "She doesn't like it."