The time of the city

Chapter 197 Netizens' Comments

After Mo Yu calmed down a little, Ni Jiamu took her home and comforted her to sleep. He turned on his phone and saw a series of messages and missed calls.

He rubbed his sore brows, feeling exhausted. Just as he was about to turn off his phone, his assistant called at an inopportune moment.

Ni Jiamu pressed the answer button, and heard the anxious voice of his assistant instantly exploded: "Mr. Ni, you finally answered the phone. The matter between you and Miss Mo has become a hot search, and now the outside world is..." Ni Jiamu didn't wait for the assistant to finish his words, and hung up the phone directly in an upset manner.

He opened the headlines, and they were flooded with photos of him and Mo Yu, dominating the front page. The page views were skyrocketing like a rocket out of control, even revealing the secret of Mo Yu's adoption by the Ni family.

Ni Jiamu looked through the comment section, but all he saw was abusive language.

"Your circle is so messed up. Is this a real-life pseudo-orthopedics? I love it in novels, but it's really disgusting in real life."

"Mo Yu is the campus beauty of A University. She seems so noble and aloof, but I never thought she would do something like this with her own brother."

"So in the upper class, people call their lovers "sisters."

"I was also adopted and I have a brother, but I only consider him a relative. If one day my brother falls in love with me, I will be scared to death."

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Vitriolic words, like sharp blades, stabbed him and Mo Yu. Netizens' mouths seemed to be filled with poison, accusing the Ni family of corrupt family traditions, saying that they should not have adopted Mo Yu, and scolding Ni Jiamu for not even sparing his own sister, saying that he was an old cow eating young grass and a pervert.

Ni Jiamu felt his blood boiling. He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, turned off his phone, and dragged his heavy steps to Mo Yu's room.

Mo Yu slept restlessly in the bed, her brow furrowed and her breathing rapid, as if trapped in a terrible nightmare. Ni Jiamu approached her distressedly, gently sitting down at the head of the bed. He reached out his hand and gently smoothed her frown. He looked at her quietly for a long moment before picking up her phone from the bedside table and quietly leaving.

In the large living room, the television blared at a deafening volume, looping the latest news from City A. A photo of Ni Jiamu and Mo Yu in bed was prominently placed in the center of the screen.

Leng Xiyan hugged her knees and curled up on the floor, staring at the TV with empty eyes, tears silently sliding down her face.

Why had it turned out like this? She kept thinking back to the moment she nervously handed the medicine to the waiter and watched Ni Jiamu drink the wine. Back then, she had been dreaming of a sweet future with Ni Jiamu, but now, she had been pushing him further and further away. She was filled with regret and hated her own foolishness.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind her, and Leng Xiyan's back trembled slightly. Lin Haoqing had come to her side and whispered, "Why are you crying like this? Why didn't you lock the door? What if there are bad guys?" As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Leng Xiyan's tears.

Seeing that Leng Xiyan was still dazed and unresponsive, Lin Haoqing took the remote control and turned off the TV. Then he put his arm around Leng Xiyan's shoulders, letting her lean on him, and said softly, "Jiamu must have been set up. Ni's stock price has fallen, and the project we previously collaborated on has also been greatly affected. Jiamu must be very upset now. I'm going to go see him. Yanyan, are you going with you?"

Leng Xiyan's empty eyes finally focused a little. She nodded slowly, feeling mixed emotions. She didn't know how to face Ni Jiamu after seeing him, but she couldn't suppress the urge to see him.