The time of the city

Chapter 193 Banquet 1

Ni Jiamu slowly raised his head, his eyes red. He suddenly picked up the tablet, pointed the screen directly at Mo Yu, and a faint smile stretched across his lips.

"Baby, explain it to me?" His voice was deliberately suppressed, but it still couldn't hide the trembling inside.

Mo Yu was startled by the sudden questioning. In a panic, she grabbed a piece of clothing and wrapped it around herself. She quickly stepped forward and snatched the tablet.

"How dare you touch my things? I just searched for fun, don't think too much about it."

Ni Jiamu's lips trembled uncontrollably. He stared at Mo Yu, enunciating each word as if exhausting all his strength. "Can I trust you? I want you to say it yourself that you won't leave me."

Mo Yu met his fervent and expectant gaze, her heart trembling violently. She turned her head away subconsciously. After a moment, she gritted her teeth and said, "Then you say, you will always be my brother and I will always be your sister."

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Ni Jiamu's heart hard. The tear he had been holding back finally slid down his cheek.

His head drooped weakly, his voice so low that it was almost a whisper: "I won't let you leave me, dear, and don't even think about leaving me by any means." After he finished speaking, he staggered, turned around and strode out.

Mo Yu watched him leave, her tense nerves instantly relaxing as she breathed a sigh of relief. But before she could recover, Ni Jiamu returned, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Don't forget to drink your milk. Also, accompany me to a banquet tomorrow." After saying that, he turned and left again.

Mo Yu stood at the door for a long time before sticking her head out. Only after she was sure that Ni Jiamu had really left did she drag her heavy steps and lean against the head of the bed, repeatedly pondering the deep meaning of Ni Jiamu's words, her heart filled with anxiety and confusion.

Ni Jiamu returned to his room. It was pitch black inside. Only the moonlight outside the window shone through the mottled shadows of the trees, casting fragmented light and shadows on the ground.

He fumbled to open his phone, swiping his finger across the screen until he found Shang Xue's number. A message flew out: "Mom, go back to City A with Dad as soon as possible. I have something important to tell you in person."

After sending the message, he held the phone tightly in his hand, his eyes burning.

He wanted to confess his feelings for Mo Yu to his parents and that he wanted to marry her. Deep down, he thought that only by keeping Mo Yu close to him could she not leave him.

The night was as thick as ink, with only the bright moon hanging high in the sky, casting its light freely, shrouding the ancient castle halfway up the mountain in silver, adding a touch of mystery and solemnity.

Wu Kang, along with the hypnotist and his team, hurriedly but with familiarity to Nan Feng's room. Wu Kang raised his hand, pointing at the sleeping boy on the bed, his expression solemn as he spoke in a low voice.

"Let's start as soon as possible. Qiao Feng seems to have remembered something. I want him to forget everything he remembered today along with today."

The hypnotist nodded slightly and walked towards Nan Feng with steady and slow steps. Moonlight shone through the window, falling on Nan Feng's face, outlining his well-defined profile.

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Outside, the morning light quietly crept up the window lattice, casting a soft glow into the room. Mo Yu woke up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was just after seven o'clock.

She huddled down in the soft quilt, not planning to get up. She knew Ni Jiamu would definitely be home by now. If she went downstairs, the encounter between them would be incredibly awkward.

Today was the weekend, and she had no classes. So, Mo Yu just lay in bed, her fingers swiping across her phone screen. Time slipped by unnoticed, and by the time she put her phone down, it was already past ten o'clock.

She slowly got up, washed up briefly, and then wandered downstairs. The whole house was strangely quiet, so quiet that she could hear her own footsteps echoing in the corridor.

When she walked into the restaurant, Mo Yu saw the neatly arranged food on the table. There was also a sticky note next to it with familiar handwriting on it that read: Remember to heat it up before eating.

She felt a slight movement in her heart. Ni Jiamu's habits had never changed.

Mo Yu heated up her food, ate it slowly, and then sat down at her desk, flipping open her book to review the lessons she had missed. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm shadow over her.

Around noon, the doorbell rang, breaking the silence in the house. Mo Yu stood up and opened the door, only to see a man in formal attire standing at the door, holding an exquisite box in his hand.

The man said respectfully, "Hello, this is the dress that Mr. Ni asked me to bring you. Mr. Ni said he would come and pick you up in person to take you to the banquet this afternoon."

Mo Yu took the box and thanked her. After closing the door, she opened the box and saw a white satin fishtail dress.

The delicate satin had a soft sheen, and the hem of the skirt spread out gracefully like a fishtail. Every fold and every stitch was exquisite. Mo Yu's eyes lit up immediately. She loved the style and design of this skirt.

Ni Jiamu rushed home before six in the afternoon. By then, Mo Yu had already changed into her white satin fishtail dress and was sitting quietly on the sofa waiting for him.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mo Yu stood up. The moment their eyes met, a hint of surprise flashed in Ni Jiamu's eyes.

Mo Yu in front of him had fair skin that shone softly under the light, and her facial features were as delicate as a carefully crafted work of art.

The fishtail skirt perfectly outlined her slender waist and graceful curves, and every step she took was full of grace. Ni Jiamu was stunned for a moment and even forgot to speak.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Mo Yu frowned slightly: "Isn't it pretty? Then I won't go."

Ni Jiamu finally came back to his senses and said with a smile, "It looks great and suits you very well. Let's go."

The banquet was held at the Golden Palace again. Mo Yu had been there once before, but stepping into this magnificent place again was still a novelty.

However, as soon as she reached the banquet hall entrance, her smile froze. She saw He Qingqing affectionately holding Nan Feng's arm as they walked into the venue, chatting and laughing.

In an instant, Mo Yu felt that all the blood in her body had solidified, and her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move. She was afraid of He Qingqing.

Ni Jiamu noticed something strange about Mo Yu and followed her gaze, thinking that she was acting like that because she saw Nan Feng.

Although he was unhappy, he still spoke calmly: "He is no longer the Nan Feng you mentioned. He has a family mission, and now he has a fiancée. Xiaoyu, don't think about him anymore."

Mo Yu lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and said softly, "I'm not thinking about him."

Ni Jiamu thought she was just being stubborn, so he sighed helplessly and said, "Follow me closely when you get in. I'll take you home as soon as I'm done."

The two walked into the venue. Mo Yu did not follow Ni Jiamu but walked to the dessert area, found an inconspicuous seat, sat down, picked up a piece of cake and ate it.

She didn't like this kind of occasion, the lights were glaring, and the laughter and chatter around her was very noisy. She didn't dare to move around, for fear that if she turned around, she would bump into He Qingqing.

As Leng Xiyan entered the venue, her eyes instantly locked onto Ni Jiamu.

She was also dressed up carefully today. The red evening gown set off her figure beautifully. Her hair was tied up high, and a few strands of hair fell on her white neck, adding a bit of charm.

She walked quickly to Ni Jiamu and said in a sweet voice, "Jiamu, my birthday is in two weeks. I plan to hold a birthday party. Can you come?" She stared at Ni Jiamu, blinking her eyes, full of anticipation.

There was no expression on Ni Jiamu's face, and his tone was very flat: "I won't go to the birthday party. I will ask someone to deliver the gift. I wish Miss Leng a happy birthday in advance. I'll leave now." After saying that, he prepared to turn around and leave.

"Jiamu..." Before Leng Xiyan finished speaking, Ni Jiamu's back had disappeared in the crowd.

She stamped her feet in anger, her eyes slightly red. Ni Jiamu became increasingly cold towards her, now unwilling to even speak a few words to her. She didn't know what else to do.

"Miss Leng, you'll never be able to catch up with Ni Jiamu like this."

A slightly teasing voice came from behind. Leng Xiyan turned around and saw He Qingqing holding a red wine glass with a meaningful smile on her lips, looking at her with a half-smile.

"You came here to laugh at me, right? Just leave when you've had enough." Leng Xiyan said unhappily.

"I'm here to help you." He Qingqing took a sip of red wine and moved closer to Leng Xiyan.