The time of the city

Chapter 159 Song Fei Moves Out

After staying up all night, Lin Yuan came out of the laboratory. He had dark circles under his eyes, pale lips, and seemed older. Qiao Zhengrong gave him too little time, so he had to stay in the laboratory day and night, suffering from mental and physical torture.

Chen Yihua quickly stepped forward to support Lin Yuan. "Honey, are you okay? Have you made the medicine?"

"It's almost there." Lin Yuan wiped his greasy face with his hand. "But it's different from the medicine Dad developed."

"What if we get discovered?" Chen Yihua lowered her voice.

"The effect is quite significant. It needs to be supplemented with hypnosis. You will gradually recover after stopping the medication for about a week. If you take it every day and do hypnosis once every two months, there won't be any abnormalities. Wife, wait until Qiao Zhengrong releases Xiaoxiao. Then you can take Xiaoxiao abroad and hide her. If Qiao Mu wants to come with you, then let him."

"Okay, Qiao Mu is a pretty good guy. I asked the Ni family kid to find Xiao Xiao before, and I asked him to wait because I was afraid he would anger Qiao Zhengrong."

There were no classes in the morning, and Mo Yu was woken up by the sound of Song Fei moving things. She immediately got up and left the room, but Song Fei didn't seem to pay any attention to her and just kept moving the boxes.

"Fei Fei, are you leaving this morning? Where is the house you found? I can come visit you when I'm free."

"Jingxing Street, the street where I live is the Hecheng Gallery. Also, I'm planning to resign from your brother's company. Thank you for taking me in during this period." Song Fei spoke in a light tone.

Mo Yu thought she was still angry about what happened last night, so she grabbed her hand holding the box and said, "Fei Fei, remember to come back often. You will always be my best friend."

Song Fei's eyes curved, and she held Mo Yu's hand and said, "Okay."

Mo Yu had just sent Song Fei away when Ni Jiamu came in from outside carrying an insulated box. He seemed to be in a very good mood and was humming a little tune all the way.

"Here's breakfast, I got it from the old house." Ni Jiamu handed the thermos box to Mo Yu.

"Brother, I asked Feifei, and her attitude doesn't sound like someone who would do that kind of thing. Is there something wrong?"

Ni Jiamu smiled and said, "Don't worry, we'll know the truth later." He didn't want to discuss with Mo Yu whether Song Fei had betrayed the Ni family. He just wanted to immerse himself in a home with only the two of them. Song Fei was gone, which made him extremely happy.

Mo Yu had classes in the afternoon, so she ate breakfast and went to school. During the break, the girl sitting next to Mo Yu was chatting animatedly. At first, Mo Yu didn't pay much attention, until she heard Xiao Hecheng's name.

"I heard that he is self-taught. His paintings are very unique." Girl A picked up Xiao Hecheng's paintings on her mobile phone and showed them to the girls next to her.

"Her mother seems to be a painter. I saw an interview with her. I think it's inherited. By the way, there's a sharing session by him at the Jingxing Street Gallery this afternoon. Do you want to go?"

After girl B finished speaking, a group of girls echoed, "Go!"

Mo Yu thought to herself that she and Xiao Hecheng seemed to have not seen each other for a long time. She had seen many reports about him in the news these days and saw that he had won many awards, big and small. She was really happy for him from the bottom of her heart. He really did what he said on the top of the mountain that day, to become a great painter.

The two classes in the afternoon ended quickly, and after class most of the girls in the class made an appointment to go to Jingxing Street together.

"Mo Yu, are you going?" asked the girl sitting next to her in the afternoon.

"I...I won't go. I still have to go to the studio to paint." She knew that Song Fei liked Xiao Hecheng, and she had promised Song Fei to keep a distance from Xiao Hecheng.

She'd been painting in the studio for two hours straight. She picked up her phone and saw it was already past eight. A livestream popped up in her notification bar. Mo Yu clicked on it and saw it was about Xiao Hecheng's sharing session. The audience was incredibly large, and the atmosphere was incredibly lively.

Xiao Hecheng, wearing a black windbreaker, stood in the center of the crowd, his already tall stature standing out even more. He exuded a cool, aloof aura, seemingly at odds with the crowd around him. His features were softly defined, a face even God would love. Mo Yu had always remembered him as a gentle person. But during the livestream, his eyes held a distant, repulsive air.

"Painter Xiao, many of us have noticed that there is always a lady by your side at every event. Is she your girlfriend?" After the reporter asked the question, the camera zoomed in on Song Fei. Her face instantly flushed, and she looked at Xiao Hecheng shyly.

Mo Yu was curious about his answer, yet also inexplicably nervous. On the screen, Xiao Hecheng's face was expressionless, his deep eyes beneath long lashes revealing an inviolable dignity.

Just as Xiao Hecheng was about to speak, his assistant approached him and declined on his behalf, stating that the interview was over. The assistant then left the venue with Xiao Hecheng. The comments were filled with criticism of the assistant, with some arguing that Xiao Hecheng lacked the right to free speech. Others suggested the gallery was trying to create hype, with opinions swirling.

Mo Yu lost interest in reading any further, turned off her phone, and walked out of the studio. Just a few steps in, the phone rang. It was Xiao Hecheng calling. She picked up, and his gentle, clear voice came from the other end, "Xiao Yu, can we meet?"