The time of the city

Chapter 158 I Only Want Xiaoyu

Sensing that Ni Jiamu still had a lot of work to do, Mo Yu didn't stay long. After leaving Ni Jiamu's study, she went to the living room and sat down to wait for Song Fei. Her heart was in turmoil, and she decided to use Ni Jiamu's method to test the waters. If Song Fei had indeed done such a thing, she would persuade her to turn herself in. If not, she wouldn't have to make random assumptions.

At the same time, when Qiao Zhengrong learned that the people sent by Wu Kang had not found Nan Feng yet, he was so angry that he smashed everything in the house. The whole villa was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere, and the servants were all working cautiously.

"I don't believe such a big living person can run away." Qiao Zhengrong was so angry that his face flushed, his eyes were full of anger, and his turbid eyeballs protruded from his eye sockets. "If you can't find it, you all will die." His teeth were chattering and his chest was heaving violently.

Wu Kang, who was hit several times by his crutch, stood in the corner without saying a word, his whole body trembling.

"Grandpa, why are you so angry? Didn't I rush back to see you?" Nan Feng stood at the door of the study in black. He originally just wanted to come back and take a sneak peek, but his family members and subordinates were all tortured by Qiao Zhengrong, so he couldn't bear it and decided to show up.

"Where have you been running to?" Qiao Zhengrong hit Nan Feng hard with his crutch. He groaned, took two steps back and leaned against the door frame.

"If I hadn't run away, I wouldn't have known you were stealing Ni's secrets, right? Grandpa, what on earth are you trying to do? Why are you using such despicable means?"

Qiao Zhengrong struck Nan Feng with his cane again. His face flushed crimson, veins popping out on his forehead. "I'm despicable, and you're no better off having my blood on you. You don't just want to be with Mo Yu, do you?"

Hearing Mo Yu, Nan Feng's eyes softened. Qiao Zhengrong noticed this and laughed out loud, "Feng, don't be silly. You and Mo Yu can never be together for the rest of your life because your mother killed Mo Yu's parents."

"You're talking nonsense, it's impossible." Nan Feng's eyes were red and bloodshot from not getting enough rest. He knocked on the door frame with his hands, "How is it possible? Qiao Zhengrong, you actually made up such a lie just to prevent me from being with Xiaoyu." His lips trembled and his voice was hoarse and broken.

Qiao Zhengrong placed a stack of papers in Nan Feng's hand. "Mo Yu was once the daughter of Mo Wanyue and Lu Xian, members of the Mo family, one of the four major families in City A. Then your mother seduced Lu Xian, and Lu Xian fell in love with your mother and handed over the entire Mo family to her. In the end, Lu Xian abandoned Mo Yu at the door of an orphanage. Mo Wanyue, unable to tolerate her husband's infidelity and her daughter's disappearance, jumped to her death. Lu Xian also fled abroad with a huge debt and died in an accident. What do you think Mo Yu would do if she knew the truth..."

Nan Feng tore the paper in his hand into pieces, threw it into the sky, and roared, "Why do you treat me like this? What did I do wrong?" The muscles on his face twisted, his body kept shaking, his voice was full of despair and sorrow, and tears ran down his face.

"A Feng, since it's irreversible, help me and push Qiao's company to greater heights. When the time comes, I'll give you any woman you want."

"I only want Xiaoyu, I only want Xiaoyu..." Nan Feng sat on the ground, repeating over and over again. He was like a poor hungry child, helplessly begging the people around him for a little food. Just a little bit would be fine. I'm not greedy. I only want Xiaoyu, he doesn't want anything else.

Qiao Zhengrong looked at Nan Feng, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, and winked at Wu Kang. Wu Kang nodded, picked up the phone and whispered a few words.

In less than two minutes, a man appeared behind Nan Feng with a syringe and injected the medicine in the syringe into Nan Feng's body without hesitation.

Sensing the pain behind him, Nan Feng glared at Qiao Zhengrong with hatred in his eyes, "I hate you," and then quickly closed his eyes, shedding a line of tears.

Song Fei didn't return to the apartment until nearly eleven o'clock. When she entered the door, she was surprised to see Mo Yu lying on the sofa. "Xiao Yu, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Mo Yu bit her lip, not knowing how to start. Song Fei saw the hesitation in Mo Yu's eyes, sat down next to her, and said softly, "Xiao Yu, do you have something to say to me?"

"Fei Fei, my brother's company's project plan was stolen. Did you go to my brother's company the night you said you were looking for an apartment?"

Song Fei's heart trembled, but she quickly adjusted herself. She guessed that Ni Jiamu might be suspicious of her but hadn't confirmed it yet, so he asked Mo Yu to trap her. "You don't suspect me, do you? I just went to look for a house. I'm just a handyman in your brother's company. What can I do?"

Seeing the anger on Song Fei's face, Mo Yu quickly comforted her, "Fei Fei, I don't doubt you. I just want to ask if you saw any suspicious people when you went to the company."

"I didn't go to the company." Song Fei pushed Mo Yu's hand away, feeling both nervous and angry. She was nervous because she was afraid that Wu Kang would be exposed before giving her the medicine. She was angry because when Qiao Zhengrong asked her to hurt Mo Yu, she had defended her so much, but she actually tried to test him. "Xiao Yu, I've already found a house. I'm moving out tomorrow."

"No need to rush, you can stay a few more days."

"No need, Xiaoyu, I don't want to disturb you and Mr. Ni. I'm a little sleepy, I'll go to sleep first." Song Fei picked up her bag and turned to go upstairs.

Song Fei's attitude made Mo Yu feel conflicted again, but anyone who saw it would think that Song Fei was innocent, so she decided to find an opportunity to talk to Song Fei again.

An exquisite European-style castle sat halfway up the mountain. Nan Feng lay quietly on his bed, his face stained with dried tears, his brows slightly furrowed, and dark circles around his eyes, as if he hadn't rested properly in a long time. Qiao Zhengrong sat by his bed, wiping away his tears. "Grandpa will forgive you for your mischief this time. I, Qiao Zhengrong's grandson, cannot shed tears for a woman. Once Lin Yuan finishes making the medicine, you won't be sad anymore, Feng. Grandpa and you will work together to push the Qiao family to greater heights."