The time of the city

Chapter 221 Escape

"Xiaoyu, come and try the meat buns your mother made." Shang Xue had a smile on her face. She picked up a meat bun and handed it to Moyu who was squatting on the ground playing with a cat.

Mo Yu's eyes lit up, and she immediately swallowed the entire meat bun. Instantly, she grimaced from the heat, her tongue swirling in her mouth as she mumbled, "Mom...Mom, it's delicious! Wow, it's so hot!"

Shang Xue looked at her daughter like this, feeling both angry and amused. She quickly stuffed the entire plate of steaming buns into Mo Yu's hands and scolded her, "Eat slowly, the whole plate is yours."

Mo Yu exhaled and looked up. She looked at Shang Xue, who was wearing light makeup and an exquisite burgundy dress. Then she looked at Ni Yuantang, who was carefully tying his tie in front of the mirror not far away. She asked in confusion, "Mom and Dad, where are you going? Why are you all dressed so formally?"

Ni Yuantang stopped what he was doing, turned around, and said gently, "I was just about to tell you, the son of Dad's old classmate is getting married, and we're going to City B to attend the wedding banquet. We'll be back in the evening. You just be good at home, and if there's anything you want to eat, ask Aunt Wang to make it."

"Okay, Mom and Dad, I'll wait for you to come back." Mo Yu nodded obediently and sent them to the car. After the car drove out of the yard, she couldn't wait to run back into the house and continue to finish the meat buns on the plate.

At noon, Wang Ma cooked dinner and excused herself to go home, saying something happened at home. Mo Yu sat in the living room, bored and reading for a while. She felt completely bored. She rested her chin on her hand, thinking that it had been ages since she had a good time outside.

So, she ran upstairs to change her clothes and get ready to go out. While changing her clothes, her eyes fell on the ring on her hand. After hesitating for a moment, she took off the ring and threw it into the drawer, muttering to herself:

"I'm not going to be with Ni Jiamu anymore, so why should I wear this ring?"

Mo Yu had just changed into a dress when she heard a train whistle outside. She wondered, "Did my parents forget something?" So she went to the balcony and peeked out through the railing.

A black Maybach was parked steadily in the yard, its body gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Mo Yu's face paled instantly, and she crouched down reflexively, her nerves tense. She knew in her heart that it was Ni Jiamu's car.

She half-crouched and quickly ran to the garden downstairs. Through the gaps in the flowers, she saw Ni Jiamu looking at his phone while walking slowly into the house.

"I don't want to go back with you." Mo Yu muttered softly and ran out of the side door of the garden in a panic.

When she got to the street, Mo Yu realized she had no money or phone, so there was no way she could get a taxi. She was also worried that Ni Jiamu would catch up, so she could only run.

After running for a while, Mo Yu was exhausted and out of breath, her chest heaving violently. Suddenly, she felt cool water droplets falling on the back of her hand. Looking up, she saw that it had already started raining without her noticing. The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Mo Yu looked around, desperately searching for shelter. She had left in such a hurry that she wore only a thin skirt, which was now half-drenched by the rain. The damp fabric clung to her body, and the wind blew, sending shivers down her spine.

Suddenly, the roar of a car engine reached her from a distance. Mo Yu glanced over and saw a black Maybach approaching. Her heart tightened, convinced that Ni Jiamu was catching up. Her blood seemed to freeze, but she gritted her teeth and ran forward.

After running a few steps, she saw Nan Feng leaning against the driver's seat of a car on the side of the road, talking on the phone. Mo Yu felt like she had found a lifeline, and with a burst of joy, she opened the back door and got in without hesitation.

Nan Feng heard the noise, put down his phone, and turned around to see Mo Yu, who was soaking wet and in a mess. Puzzle, surprise, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes. He frowned and asked, "Miss Mo? You're so wet. Did you get on the wrong bus?"

"Brother Nanfeng, drive quickly." Mo Yu didn't bother to explain, her voice filled with anxiety.

Nan Feng's mind suddenly flashed back to the indecent photos of Mo Yu and Ni Jiamu on social media. He also remembered Qiao Zhengrong's warning. His expression turned grim, and he said coldly, "Get out of the car!"

Mo Yu was startled by the disgust in Nan Feng's eyes and the sudden increase in his voice, but she really didn't want to get out of the car because she was afraid of running into Ni Jiamu. She bit her lip and said again, "Brother Nan Feng, please drive first."

Seeing that Nan Feng didn't say anything, but just stared at her with a frown, Mo Yu became anxious and shouted louder, "Hurry up and drive, let's go."

Nan Feng felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, but he responded inexplicably: "Okay." Then he stepped on the accelerator and the car sped out.

As the car drove through the rain, Nan Feng thought to himself: Why does it feel like she's scolding me like a dog? But he couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"

Mo Yu then realized that her tone had been particularly harsh due to her anxiety. She blushed slightly, and in a much softer voice, she said, "Can I go to your house, Brother Nan Feng?"

"Going to my house?" Nan Feng repeated doubtfully, his mind pounding: Why go to my house? He glanced at the girl in the backseat through the rearview mirror. Mo Yu was soaking wet, her hair disheveled and plastered to her face, making her look incredibly pitiful. He silently turned up the heat in the car, but the strange feeling inside him only grew stronger. He subconsciously touched his chest, feeling his heartbeat accelerate.

When he got home, the strange feeling in Nan Feng's heart not only did not disappear, but became even worse.

"Brother Nanfeng, can I use your phone? I want to make a call." Mo Yu's voice broke the silence.

Nan Feng handed the phone over, Mo Yu took it, walked quickly to the corner, and called Shang Xue.

Nan Feng watched Mo Yu huddled in a corner, whispering softly, and a wave of emotion welled up in his heart: Why was Mo Yu on the street, soaked like this? Did she have an argument with Ni Jiamu? But how could he abandon a girl to the street after an argument? Ni Jiamu was such a lousy old man, with such peculiar tastes, he'd kept Mo Yu as skinny as a monkey.

After the call was connected, Mo Yu was about to ask when they would go back, but Shang Xue said anxiously that Ni Yuantang was not feeling well and had to stay in City B for one night and could not go back until tomorrow.

After hanging up the phone, Mo Yu returned the phone to Nan Feng with a sad expression.

Seeing Mo Yu's lost look, Nan Feng secretly wondered in his heart: Did Ni Jiamu scold her?

"Brother Nanfeng, can I stay here for one night?" Mo Yu asked cautiously.

Nan Feng was shocked. It was just as she thought. Ni Jiamu scolded her and didn't allow her to go back. But he was also a little confused. Why did he live with me?

Mo Yu looked at Nan Feng in front of her, and her expression seemed to change eight times in a second. She stepped forward, patted Nan Feng, and asked again, "Brother Nan Feng, is this okay?"

Nan Feng finally came to his senses and subconsciously refused, "Of course not. Dry yourself, take a shower and go back."

Mo Yu wanted to say something, but Nan Feng pointed in the direction of the bathroom and said, "Go take a shower first, and wear my clothes."

Mo Yu nodded and walked into the bathroom. Nan Feng stared at the water stains dripping from Mo Yu's body on the floor and began to regret why he brought Mo Yu back. Grandpa had said many times that we shouldn't deal with the Ni family. Besides, Mo Yu had previously harmed the Qiao family, and the Ni family was the Qiao family's biggest rival.

But Nan Feng remembered Mo Yu's pitiful look after the call, and his heart ached inexplicably. He thought: She doesn't look like the scheming person that grandpa said she is.