The time of the city

Chapter 166 I Only Treat You as My Brother

Hearing the good news from the laboratory, Qiao Zhengrong laughed heartily in his rocking chair, and his laughter spread throughout the villa. "God really favors me and the Qiao family."

Although the Qiao family's plagiarism incident caused their stock to plummet, fortunately, the Qiao family did not release the plagiarized content. Furthermore, as one of the four major families, the Qiao family had a stable foundation. This incident was over quickly, and they simply lost a little money.

Nan Feng leaned against the head of the bed and could vaguely hear Qiao Zhengrong's laughter, but he was not curious at all about what could make Qiao Zhengrong so happy. He just closed his eyes, and Mo Yu's appearance could not be shaken off his mind.

"Arrange for a doctor and a hypnotist to come as soon as possible. A Feng will soon become my proud grandson, and the Qiao family will reach a higher level." Qiao Zhengrong looked at Wu Kang on the side, his eyes full of joy at the sight of victory.

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In the afternoon, after finishing his work, Ni Jiamu drove straight to the hospital. When he arrived at the door of Mo Yu's ward, he saw Aunt Wang coming out with a meal that had not been touched.

"Jia Mu, go and persuade Xiaoyu. She hasn't eaten a bite of food since this morning and has been staring out the window without saying a word." When Aunt Wang saw him, she felt like she had met a savior, and joy instantly appeared in her eyes.

Ni Jiamu took the food, nodded in agreement, pushed open the door and walked in. The first thing he saw was Mo Yu's back, thin and stubborn. Although she was right in front of him, he felt as if he couldn't catch her.

He walked over lightly and sat down in front of Mo Yu, saying gently, "Xiao Yu, please eat something. I feel so bad for you."

The eyes that were originally looking out the window came back to their senses, and as if stimulated by something, they suddenly raised their hands and knocked over the spoon, along with the bowl of porridge in Ni Jiamu's hand. The hot porridge overflowed and splashed all over his body.

"If it weren't for saving me, He Cheng wouldn't have lost so much blood and wouldn't be in so much pain. He told me in his dream that he was in so much pain. It was all my fault. I could have saved him yesterday. I almost could have."

Tears slid down, making the already pale face even more sad.

Ni Jiamu's body froze. The scalding hot porridge only made him frown for a moment. He quickly adjusted his mood and tried to make his tone as calm as possible.

"My people have been looking for Xiao Hecheng. And Xiaoyu, don't blame yourself. Saving you was Xiao Hecheng's own decision. When both your life and his life were threatened, there was no rule that you had to save his. And if his life was harmed, it wasn't your fault. You still have me. I'll always be by your side."

Mo Yu looked up, her bright almond-shaped eyes filled with tears. She curled her lips in self-mockery, "You mean to forget him and start a new life?"

Meeting Mo Yu's gaze, Ni Jia nodded woodenly. He didn't understand why Xiao Hecheng, who had seduced Xiao Yu so often when he was alive, was making her cry now that he was dead. He had always held a high position, and he had to get what he wanted. He was jealous of Xiao Hecheng, who was clearly inferior to him in every way, yet still managed to win Mo Yu's love.

He really didn't understand, and couldn't figure it out. The possessive desire called obsession took root in his heart and grew rapidly until it grew into a towering tree.

"I love Xiao Hecheng, how could I forget him?" Mo Yu hugged her arms helplessly and curled up into a ball. "He also likes me, why would God punish me like this?"

The last bit of hope in his heart was also wiped out by her. How could she say so easily that she loved someone else?

Ni Jiamu's eyes turned red as he hugged Mo Yu tightly. Endless pain and jealousy were hidden in his almond-shaped eyes. "I love you too, why can't you see me? Darling, you can't love anyone else."

"Love?" Mo Yu pushed the irrational man away with all her strength. "I only treat you as a brother. I don't have any love between men and women for you."

After saying that, she wiped away her tears and turned to look out the window, completely ignoring those deep and dark eyes.

Ni Jiamu stopped talking and just stared at her in a daze. An unknown amount of time passed before it grew dark outside the window. The moon hung bleakly in the night sky, emitting a faint white light.

"I want to go home." Mo Yu turned around and met Ni Jiamu's infatuated eyes.

"Okay, I'll take you home." Ni Jiamu seemed to have forgotten everything that had just happened. There was a slight smile on his face and his tone was still gentle.

After completing the discharge procedures, Ni Jiamu and the medical team returned to his and Mo Yu's apartment. He did not tell Ni Yuantang and Shang Xue about Mo Yu's kidnapping.

After arriving home, Mo Yu walked straight to her room and locked the door. Ni Jiamu was blocked outside, his eyes filled with helplessness and even more sorrow. Finally, he just sighed and turned back downstairs.

Mo Yu lay at the head of her bed, her gaze fixed on the moon painting hanging high on the wall. She recalled that night when Xiao Hecheng had held the painting reverently in his hands, his eyes filled with a thousand stars, captivating the mesmerized. Like a devoted believer, he offered his most cherished offering to the goddess in his heart. "This is the moon from the day you were born."

But how could he have known that, in the dark alleys of London, when Moyu was being chased by hooligans and in a state of utter despair, he was also her moon, the light that never went out in the darkness. He seemed to have descended from the sky, with fearlessness and courage, to dispel the haze for her.

Thoughts were swirling in her mind, and as she looked, she felt tired. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, it was still pitch black outside, and the room was chillingly quiet. She reached for her phone, tapping the screen with her fingertips, and the time jumped to twelve o'clock.

In an instant, various news popped up in the notification bar, all about Xiao Hecheng.

Unlike the days of his paintings being released and his exhibitions being held, today all he saw was news of his death. Every headline carried a chilling chill: "A talented painter was tragically murdered in a factory and then dumped on the beach. Police searched for two days but could find no trace. The talented painter has passed away."

Reports flooded the air, and netizens lamented and mourned for a while, their words filled with regret for the untimely death of such a talented artist. But Mo Yu knew that within a few days, the enthusiasm would be eclipsed by new events. People would forget Xiao Hecheng, the gallery would replace him with new paintings and welcome new artists, and his name would be forgotten by the years, as if he had never existed.

"No, Hecheng is not dead. The police are talking nonsense. I'm going to find them!" Mo Yu turned off the screen of her mobile phone and went to the police station.

The cell phone slammed against the table, and several policemen who were half asleep woke up.

"Why do you say Xiao Hecheng is dead? You haven't even found him, so why do you confirm his death so easily?"

The police officer glanced at the information on Mo Yu's phone and said impatiently, "The thugs who kidnapped you have confirmed that Xiao Hecheng was dead before he entered the sea. We've been searching for him for two days and can't find any trace of him. Yujia Gallery has already accepted this result. Why are you still making a fuss?"

"I don't accept this. Xiao Hecheng is not dead. You didn't look for him properly at all. You initially thought that Xiao Hecheng was dead before he entered the sea, so you searched for him with the belief that he was dead."

Mo Yu knelt helplessly on the ground, her hair a mess, her face pale. As if Mo Yu had predicted, a flash of panic crossed the police officer's eyes. "If you continue to make trouble, we'll arrest you."

"Why did you arrest me? Why didn't you go to Hecheng? Who asked you to close the case? Tell me." Mo Yu roared heartbreakingly, which seemed abrupt in the silent night.

She shoved all the documents and teacups on the table to the ground like crazy. "Why did your police station close the case? You know better than anyone that the murderer couldn't be those thugs. Someone instructed them, so why didn't you investigate?"

A trace of anger appeared on the faces of the two policemen. They wanted to step forward to stop Mo Yu's nonsense, but were blocked by a hand.