The time of the city

Chapter 171 I chase you

In the early morning, when the sky was just beginning to turn pale and the city was still shrouded in a veil of silence, Mo Yu had already staggered to the police station.

Inside the police station, the incandescent lights were dazzling. The two young policemen were sitting at their desks, sorting through documents. When they saw Mo Yu, the indifference on their faces instantly turned into a hint of surprise. They immediately stood up and greeted her, their words tinged with concern: "Miss Mo, what's the matter with you coming to the police station this time?"

Mo Yu's lips trembled slightly, and her hands subconsciously clutched the corners of her clothes: "My friend Song Fei is missing. We were kidnapped together by bad guys. She was not hurt at the scene, but I couldn't find her until I woke up." As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone in a panic, unlocked the screen with trembling fingers, and found a photo of Song Fei. In the photo, Song Fei had a bright smile and curved eyebrows, which was out of tune with the anxious atmosphere at the moment.

As Mo Yu handed over the phone, she pulled out a small plastic bag from her pocket with her other hand. Inside, she carefully placed a few strands of hair. "Officer, this is Song Fei's hair. Maybe it can help."

The two policemen took the items and looked at each other, their expressions becoming increasingly solemn. The older officer frowned, raised his hand to support his forehead, and sighed heavily: "Ms. Mo, to be honest, Song Fei is no longer alive. A few days ago, when we were salvaging Xiao Hecheng, we accidentally fished out a female corpse. Later, after identification and verification, someone came to claim it and confirmed it was Song Fei."

This news was like a bolt from the blue, striking Mo Yu directly. Her body swayed violently, as if her spine had been pulled out. Her hands instinctively rested on the cold, hard edge of the police station table. "How could it be... Who came to claim it? Why didn't they notify me?"

The police officer looked embarrassed and hesitated for a moment before explaining, "Ms. Mo, according to regulations, we cannot disclose the information of the claimant. Song Fei has no relatives or work in our City A. You were still hospitalized at the time and your health was not good. Mr. Ni specifically instructed us not to disturb you. Later, the person came to handle the formalities, and everything was in compliance, so they took the body away directly."

Mo Yu walked out of the police station with unsteady steps, as if she had lost her soul. The sunlight outside shone on her body, but she could not feel a trace of warmth. She only felt a heart full of sadness and endless confusion.

Past memories of his time with Song Fei flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. Those moments of laughter and playfulness had now transformed into sharp thorns, piercing his heart. Then there was the unconscious Lin Xiao, the missing Xiao Hecheng, and the inappropriate feelings he harbored for his beloved brother. Life felt as if it had been manipulated by a ruthless hand, shattering into a pile of debris.

She reached the street, her legs giving way, and she squatted, wrapping her arms tightly around them. She buried her face in her arms, weeping silently. The once optimistic and positive girl, like a little sun, seemed at this moment completely swallowed by the gloom of fate. The sentences from the books she'd read were incredibly relevant now: life can't always be smooth sailing. When it's too smooth, a storm will come crashing down, bringing unforeseen devastation.

As she wept bitterly, a pair of leather shoes suddenly appeared before her eyes. Polished to a shine, spotless, their uppers reflecting a faint light. Mo Yu slowly raised her head, her gaze following the shoes upwards to meet Ni Jiamu's face, defined by its sharp lines and superior bone structure. His eyes were deep, his brows slightly furrowed, his lips pursed, a hint of worry, yet also an irresistible strength. Ni Jiamu leaned over and extended his hand toward her.

Mo Yu, as if a weak spot had been touched, ignored the hand and gritted her teeth, supporting herself on the ground with both hands. She staggered to her feet and turned to flee from the man who had made her so panic. Ni Jiamu was a step faster than her. He stretched out his large hand and grasped her slender arm with precision, not exerting much force but leaving no room for escape. His voice was low and unyielding, "I'll take you to dinner."

In the past, Mo Yu might have nodded obediently, but now, all she could think about was escape. She pursed her lips, saying nothing, as she used both hands to forcefully pry Ni Jiamu's fingers apart. Ni Jiamu's frown deepened, a flicker of impatience in his eyes, and his voice rose a few notches: "Xiao Yu, don't be so willful. I don't have the patience to waste time with you."

"You don't have patience, but do I have it?" Mo Yu raised her eyes suddenly, tears welling up in her eyes, her eyes filled with anger and grievance, and she pulled harder and harder with her hands.

Ni Jiamu didn't stay in a stalemate with her for too long. He just picked her up with one hand and carried her sideways. Mo Yu exclaimed and subconsciously hugged his neck.

Ni Jiamu strode towards the low-key and luxurious Maybach on the roadside, and with his other hand, he nimbly opened the back door. He gently and quickly placed Mo Yu on the soft seat, then took a long step and sat down, not forgetting to carefully close the door.

"Drive to the Sichuan restaurant." He leaned back in his chair and calmly gave the order to the driver in the front seat. His tone was flat, but it revealed an authority that was impossible to disobey.

Inside the car, Mo Yu, still terrified, hurriedly retreated to a corner, trying to distance herself from Ni Jiamu. Seeing her distant expression, Ni Jiamu's deep eyes dimmed instantly.

He was silent for a moment, then leaned forward, his movements slow and somewhat stubborn. He put his big hand through the gap between her back and the seat and firmly embraced her slender waist, which was so thin that it could be held in one hand.

Mo Yu was shocked and angry, her eyes widened, and her voice rose several pitches: "What are you doing!"

Ni Jiamu pretended not to hear, burying his head deep in her neck, his nose lightly touching her skin, breathing deeply in her unique scent, his voice filled with a bit of grievance and unwillingness: "Xiaoyu, do you want to move out?"

Mo Yu froze, pushing his shoulder hard, her face filled with anger. "You investigated me? No wonder I liked the house and contacted the agent, but they said it was rented out. It turns out you were behind this!"

Ni Jiamu paused, then slowly raised his head, his eyes full of hurt, like a large dog abandoned by its owner: "Xiaoyu, don't move out, don't leave me, I'll pursue you, okay? You like boys who paint, I can also learn to paint, as long as you can stay with me."

"Don't imitate him, you can't be like him." Mo Yu turned her head away and looked at the street scene passing by quickly outside the window. Xiao Hecheng, who always liked to wear a white shirt and paint on the walls of chaotic areas, involuntarily emerged in her mind.

The car slowly stopped, and Mo Yu was surprised to find it was the same restaurant Ni Jiamu had taken her to ten years ago. Years had passed, and the restaurant was still booming. Ni Jiamu got out first, walked around the car, opened Mo Yu's door, and despite her resistance, forcefully took her arm and strode into the restaurant.

Inside, the restaurant was steaming hot, the aroma of spicy, fresh food filling every inch of the air. Diners clinked glasses, laughing and chatting. Ni Jiamu, familiar with the place, pulled Mo Yu between the crowded tables and chairs until he found the spot they'd sat in the past. He put his hand on her shoulder and helped her sit down. Then, calling over the waiter, without even glancing at the menu, he recited a series of dishes, all of which Mo Yu had ordered ten years ago.

Soon, the dishes arrived, each one a feast for the eyes. Mo Yu took a closer look and was shocked. It was exactly the same as it had been ten years ago, even the plating seemed a replica.

"Eat, I'll accompany you." Ni Jiamu picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of spicy chicken, put it in his mouth and chewed it. In an instant, the spicy feeling exploded on the tip of his tongue, fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and his cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he did not spit it out like he did in the past, but swallowed it with difficulty.

"If you can't handle spicy food, don't try to be so stubborn." Mo Yu handed him a glass of milk.

Ni Jiamu's eyes suddenly lit up and a smile appeared on his face: "Xiaoyu, I'm so happy that you care about me. I will learn to eat spicy food, so that I can eat Sichuan cuisine with you in the future." After that, he picked up another large chopstick of Maoxuewang and put it into his mouth. The spicy taste stimulated him so much that tears instantly burst out.

Ni Jiamu was in a state of extreme distress during this meal. The sweat on his face never stopped, and his shirt was soaked with sweat, his skin faintly visible underneath. Mo Yu couldn't bear to watch and hurriedly finished the meal.