The time of the city

Chapter 255 Waiting

The sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long and thin shadows on the walnut table in the office. Nan Feng sat in the leather chair, flipping through documents.

The phone beside him kept ringing. Nan Feng impatiently put down the documents and picked up the phone. He swiped the screen and saw all the bank card deduction information.

He stared at the large expenditures, holding a pen in his other hand, tapping the table rhythmically again and again.

He was just about to pick up the phone to arrange for someone to investigate when there was a gentle knock on the office door and his assistant, Xiao Li, walked in: "Mr. Qiao, Mr. Ni wants to see you."

Nan Feng's pen suddenly stopped, and his slender fingers began to twirl the pen: "Which Mr. Ni? Ni Jiamu?"

"Yes, Mr. Qiao. He said the matter is extremely important and he is waiting for you in the cafe downstairs."

Nan Feng whispered to himself, "What could possibly happen between him and me?" Although he said this, he still stood up, picked up his suit jacket from the back of the chair, adjusted his tie, and strode out of the office.

Inside the cafe, soothing jazz music flows in the air, mixed with the aroma of coffee.

As Nan Feng opened the door, his eyes fell on Ni Jiamu, who was sitting in the corner. He was wearing a well-tailored shirt, but his face was sickly pale.

Nan Feng strode to the opposite side of Ni Jiamu, pulled out a chair and sat down, his tone cold: "What do you want from me? I don't think we have any work intersection."

A smile appeared on Ni Jiamu's lips: "What would you like to drink?"

"Whatever." Nan Feng leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

Ni Jiamu nodded and ordered an iced American coffee and a glass of warm water from the waiter.

Nan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Boss Ni, I said it's okay, you wouldn't just give me a glass of warm water, right?"

Ni Jiamu explained slowly: "The coffee is yours, and the warm water is mine."

Nan Feng's expression was a little stiff. He paused and said, "What do you want to talk to me about? Tell me now."

Ni Jiamu put away his smile and turned serious. "I heard you were injured a year ago and can't remember a lot of things?"

Nan Feng's aura instantly turned cold. He tapped his knuckles lightly on the table. He seemed nonchalant, but the vigilance in his eyes became increasingly obvious. "What does this have to do with you? Mr. Ni really has too much free time to pry into other people's private affairs."

Ni Jiamu sat up straight, his eyes sharp: "I want to help you recover your memory."

Nan Feng sneered: "Help me? When did Mr. Ni become so kind? Even if it's true, I have my own way, so there's no need for Mr. Ni to worry about it."

Ni Jiamu pulled out a brown medicine bottle from his briefcase, placed it on the table, and pushed a stack of test reports in front of Nan Feng: "Your method, is this to take this? This is the test report of your daily medication. The medicine you take is contraband and can only be bought on the black market. Combined with hypnosis, it can control a person's memory..."

Nan Feng picked up the report and quickly glanced through it. His face turned gloomy and he said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Ni Jiamu took out another folder with a stack of photos inside. He spread the photos in front of Nan Feng one by one: "These are photos of He Qingqing and Wu Kang having a secret meeting."

Nan Feng looked at the photos, his eyes instantly turning red, and he tore the photos into pieces with trembling hands: "Ni Jiamu, what on earth do you want to do? If you come here to laugh at me, then you are too naive!"

"I told you I'm here to help you restore your memory. If you don't believe me, you can get yourself tested. After stopping the medication for a while, your memory will slowly return, but the process will be painful."

"Why are you telling me this? What is your purpose?" Nan Feng asked gritting his teeth.

Ni Jiamu stood up and straightened his clothes: "I do have a purpose. When you recover your memory, come to me and I will tell you everything." After that, he turned and left the cafe.

Nan Feng stared at the fragments of photos in the trash can, took a deep breath, took out his cell phone and called Wu Kang.

After a long ring, the phone was finally picked up. The sound of dice rolling could still be heard faintly from the other end: "A Feng, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Nan Feng retracted his gaze and tried to speak calmly: "Uncle Kang, what is the main effect of the medicine I took?"

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before Wu Kang spoke: "A Feng, this medicine can relieve your headache and help you regain your memory. What, did you remember something?"

Nan Feng pretended to be relaxed: "I can't remember anything. I was planning to propose to Qingqing, but many of my memories of her are vague. I wanted to ask when I can remember everything."

Wu Kang breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "So that's what it is. Don't worry, take your time."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Kang spat: "This He Qingqing dared to lie to me, saying that Qiao Feng ignored her and proposed to her. Vague? Wouldn't it be better if she hypnotized him a few more times?"

After leaving the cafe, Nan Feng went straight home. He took out all the medicine Wu Kang had given him, and without exception, every bottle had no label.

He kept thinking about Ni Jiamu's words in his mind. After hesitating for a moment, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number: "Please help me test something. I want the results before tomorrow morning."

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared, and the sky was dyed dark red.

Mo Yu sat at the dining table. She looked up from time to time at the clock on the wall. The hour hand had pointed to seven o'clock. She picked up her mobile phone, but there was no reply from Ni Jiamu on the screen.

Mo Yu propped her face up with her hands, lost in thought. She wondered if she hadn't replied to Ni Jiamu's messages and ignored him before. Had he been waiting like she was now?

In the hospital ward, Ji Lin looked at the phone that kept lighting up on the cabinet and said to Ni Jiamu on the bed, "Jiamu, Mo Yu keeps sending you messages. Why don't you reply?"

Ni Jiamu closed his eyes and shook his head gently: "Be cruel to her now, so that she won't be too sad when I die."

Ji Lin wanted to persuade him, but Bai Jinwei pulled him aside and whispered, "Respect Jiamu's decision. He loves Mo Yu the most and everything he does is for her."

At eight o'clock, Mo Yu called. Bai Jinwei picked up the phone and looked at Ni Jiamu: "Mo Yu is calling, do you want to answer?"

Ni Jiamu's hands trembled under the quilt, and he opened his eyes: "You answer it, find an excuse to get rid of it."

Bai Jinwei picked up the phone and pressed the hands-free button. Mo Yu's anxious voice came: "Brother, when will you be back? Why don't you reply to my message? Are you busy?"

Hearing Mo Yu's voice, Ni Jiamu's body stiffened slightly and he turned his head away.

Bai Jinwei cleared his throat and said stiffly, "I'm Jiamu's friend. He's socializing and won't be back tonight. He's very busy and doesn't have time to reply to your boring messages. You're not a child anymore. Don't keep messaging and calling. It's disturbing Jiamu. You're free, is Jiamu free too?"