The time of the city

Chapter 252 Happiness

Mo Yu was so frightened that she stood there, her face as pale as paper. Ni Jiamu walked over to her and whispered to her, "It's over. She got what she deserved."

No one knows when K left, just as mysteriously as he appeared. No one knows where he came from or where he went. All that remains is a half-burned diary, gently fluttering in the wind.

Xiao Hecheng looked at Ni Jiamu weakly, his voice hoarse: "Thank you, Mr. Ni, for saving me."

"You saved Xiaoyu, and I saved you, so we're even now." Ni Jiamu was about to raise his hand, but his brows furrowed in pain due to the pain in his arm.

Seeing this, Mo Yu looked nervous and said, "Brother, let's go to the hospital." Before leaving, Mo Yu looked back at the place where Song Fei jumped.

The afternoon sun shone through the thick clouds, casting a few rays of light, giving the slightly dilapidated unfinished building a hazy halo.

Ni Jiamu took Mo Yu out of the building. His men, who had been waiting outside, immediately lined up neatly when they saw the two of them come out.

After taking a quick look around, Ni Jiamu pointed at the first car and said, "You are responsible for getting Xiao Hecheng to the hospital safely."

Then, he took Mo Yu's hand and took her to the second car, and told Lin Wei in the driver's seat, "Go to the hospital."

The car started smoothly, and the trees on both sides of the street quickly retreated backwards. While driving, Mo Yu inadvertently glanced out the window and realized that the hospital Ni Jiamu was going to was not the same hospital where Xiao Hecheng was.

Mo Yu knew what Ni Jiamu meant. She turned to look at his arm, which was hanging by his side. There were still traces of dust and scratches on it from saving someone. She said softly, "Thank you, brother, for saving Hecheng."

Ni Jiamu leaned back in his chair, his expression calm. "Like I said earlier, he saved you before, and now I've saved him. You two are even now."

"Where did K go? Why did he go there today?"

Ni Jiamu's eyes grew serious upon hearing this. "K's injuries were severe and he couldn't stay outside for too long, so he went back. I only found out he was still alive a while ago, and I was quite surprised to see him show up today."

Seeing that Mo Yu was still frowning, Ni Jiamu reached out and gently patted her shoulder, saying comfortingly, "I believe that one day in the future, K will reappear in front of us in good health."

Soon, the car arrived at the hospital. The doctor took Ni Jiamu to take an X-ray. After a while, the diagnosis came out: Ni Jiamu's elbow was dislocated.

In the treatment room, the doctor skillfully repositioned him, and after the reduction was completed, the doctor carefully bandaged the injured area.

On the way back, the atmosphere in the car was a little dull. Mo Yu looked at Ni Jiamu's bandaged arm and said, "Brother, I will take good care of you during this time."

Ni Jiamu's tone suddenly became serious: "I forgot to teach you a lesson. You actually dared to go to Song Fei's appointment alone. If I don't show up today and K doesn't come to help, what are you going to do?"

After hearing this, Mo Yu lowered her head even more, blinking her large, wet eyes. She said pitifully, "Brother, don't be angry. I know I was wrong. Didn't I send you a text message? It proves that I still have a sense of danger. What can you do to forgive me?"

Ni Jiamu held his chin in his hand and rolled his eyes twice, "I'll tell you when I think about it when I get back."

As soon as she got home, Mo Yu didn't even have time to take off her coat before heading straight to the kitchen. Seeing this, Ni Jiamu hurried over and grabbed her arm: "Why are you going? I told you not to cook. I'll call Auntie over."

Mo Yu turned around, gently pushed Ni Jiamu with both hands, and led him to sit on the sofa: "No, I want to take care of you personally. Just do it for a while, okay? When you get better, you can do it."

Ni Jiamu smiled helplessly, "Okay, then just do whatever you want."

In the kitchen, Mo Yu put on an apron and began to work skillfully. Ni Jiamu sat on the sofa in the living room, his eyes following Mo Yu through the glass door.

As Ni Jiamu watched, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

Not long after, Mo Yu came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of steaming pig's trotter soup. "Brother, try this pig's trotter soup I made especially for you. They say like nourishes like, fish eyes nourish the eyes, pig brains nourish the brain. Since your hand is injured, you should drink pig's trotter soup."

Ni Jiamu looked at the soup and curled his lips in mock dissatisfaction: "It means my hands are pig's feet."

Mo Yu couldn't help but laugh out loud, "It's all the same. Drink it while it's hot, or it'll get cold soon."

Ni Jiamu took the bowl, blew on it gently, and took a sip. His eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs-up and said exaggeratedly, "So you are the legendary cooking god! You don't make a move easily, but when you do, it's a hit. This stew is so delicious! This is not just any pig's trotter soup."

Mo Yu was packing up her paintbrushes. Upon hearing this, she smiled and gently hit Ni Jiamu on the head with her paintbrush: "This is pig's trotter soup to nourish your pig's feet."

Ni Jiamu put down the soup bowl and said, "Xiaoyu, didn't you say you wanted me to forgive your reckless behavior this time? Draw me a portrait. If it's handsome, I'll consider forgiving you."

Mo Yu raised an eyebrow and asked, "What if he's not handsome?"

"Based on my looks, even a 70% likeness of me would be incredibly handsome."

Mo Yu tidied up her paintbrushes and jokingly said, "Then you can't take the subway."

"Why?" Ni Jiamu asked puzzledly.

Mo Yu blinked and said seriously, "Because it's forbidden to bring flammable and explosive items, you can't go to the subway station even though you look so handsome."

After hearing this, Ni Jiamu couldn't help but burst into laughter, leaning back on the sofa, overjoyed: "I am deeply moved."

Mo Yu muttered "narcissism", then picked up the paintbrush and began to paint Ni Jiamu seriously.

The sunlight shines through the window onto her body, outlining her focused silhouette.

After the painting was completed, Ni Jiamu couldn't wait to take the portrait and looked at it carefully from top to bottom several times.

He nodded with satisfaction, his eyes full of smiles: "It's a great painting, I like it very much. There's still half an empty space next to it, Xiaoyu, why don't you draw yourself in there too."

Mo Yu collapsed on the sofa, rubbing her aching wrist, complaining: "Oh, I won't paint anymore. I'll paint when I have time."

Ni Jiamu carefully placed the portrait aside and warned, "Then don't forget it."

While Mo Yu went to the kitchen to clean up, Ni Jiamu took out the portrait again. He stared at it and murmured softly, "Finally, it's my turn to be happy."

The sunlight shines on the portrait and on his face, adding a golden edge to this happiness.