The time of the city

Chapter 246 Receive the Certificate

The night was as dark as ink, quietly enveloping the entire city. Mo Yu pushed open the door of her room, and the warm yellow light instantly flooded in. She raised her eyes, and her gaze suddenly fixed on the moon painting hanging on the wall.

In an instant, her eyes widened and her face was full of disbelief.

She hurried to the front of the painting, her eyes wandering over it inch by inch, confirming that it was the painting Xiao Hecheng gave her. She murmured softly, "So my brother didn't throw it away."

After looking at the painting for a while, she took it down and whispered softly, "Hecheng, I'm ready to forget you. My brother is my only family, and I'm his only family. Hecheng, I hope you're safe and happy somewhere in the world."

After saying that, she took out the ring she had dug out in the maple forest from the drawer, held it tightly in her palm, took a deep breath, and walked towards the warehouse.

Mo Yu put the painting and ring in the warehouse. As soon as she turned around, she saw Ni Jiamu standing quietly behind her.

"Why put it away?" Ni Jiamu's voice rang out in the quiet warehouse.

Mo Yu raised her eyes and stared straight into Ni Jiamu's eyes: "Brother, shall we get the marriage certificate?"

When Ni Jiamu heard this, his eyes instantly lit up like stars, his heart began to beat violently uncontrollably, and even his voice trembled a little: "Do you want to get a marriage certificate with me because you like me?"

Mo Yu blinked rapidly, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she stammered, "I..."

Ni Jiamu smiled and said, "That's because they feel sorry for me."

Mo Yu's face turned red instantly, and she stammered and couldn't say anything for a long time.

Ni Jiamu reached out and pinched Mo Yu's face. "If you had said you wanted to get married with me a year ago, I would have been so excited that I couldn't sleep. But now I'm greedy and I want more. If you want to get married with me because you feel sorry for me, then there's no need."

"When your heart is clear and I am the only one in your heart, then we can get married."

"What? You rejected Mo Yu's proposal?" Bai Jinwei was shocked and touched Ni Jiamu's forehead. "You don't have a fever, why did you reject it?"

Ni Jiamu slapped Bai Jinwei's hand away: "She doesn't dare to leave me now. I want both her and her heart."

Bai Jinwei frowned and shook his head repeatedly: "Brother, just be content. Maybe Mo Yu was unconscious last night and said she wanted to get a marriage certificate with you. If you don't seize the opportunity now, it will be too late to regret it later."

Ji Lin quickly covered Bai Jinwei's mouth: "Don't talk nonsense"

Then, he looked at Ni Jiamu: "Now that Mo Yu is back, it's time for you to quit smoking and eat well, right?"

Ni Jiamu casually played with the teacup in his hand and said softly, "Don't worry, she doesn't like the smell of cigarettes. I will quit."

Bai Jinwei shook his head and imitated Ni Jiamu's tone deliberately: "She doesn't like the smell of cigarettes."

Ni Jiamu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "Bai Jinwei, are you looking for a beating?"

At this moment, Ji Lin glanced at his phone and his expression straightened: "Let me tell you something. The other day I tried to contact that guy whose painting style looked like Xiao Hecheng, but he never replied. He just replied and agreed to come to City A."

"Oh my goodness!" Bai Jinwei jumped up suddenly, looking panicked. "What if it's really Xiao Hecheng? Reject it quickly, reject it quickly!"

Ni Jiamu stood up, his expression calm. "How could it be such a coincidence? I've seen that guy's paintings, and compared to Xiao Hecheng's, they're still a little behind. If he wants to come, let him come. If his painting skills are good, sign him to the gallery. I'm leaving first. Xiaoyu is still waiting for me to accompany her to the supermarket."

After Ni Jiamu left, Bai Jinyi looked at Ji Lin with a puzzled expression, "Linzi, I really can't understand why Jiamu was so insistent on Mo Yu marrying him before, but now he's unwilling to do so?"

Ji Lin sighed softly, his eyes deep. "It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he's even more afraid. He's afraid that Mo Yu is just acting on impulse and will regret it later. By then, Jia Mu will only suffer more. Without expectations, there will be no disappointment."

At the same time, Song Fei walked into the studio carrying a lot of bags. Xiao Hecheng was sitting in front of the easel, rubbing his slightly trembling hands. Hearing the footsteps, he simply raised his eyes, his gaze a little dull.

"Hecheng, your hand hasn't fully recovered yet, don't work so hard. Look what I bought for you?" Song Fei quickly walked to Xiao Hecheng, pushed him into the room, and poured the suit in the bag onto the bed.

"A wealthy man has taken a fancy to your painting 'Redemption' and asked us to go to City A to trade it in person. I bought you some clothes. Try them on to see if they fit you."

Xiao Hecheng's eyes were empty, his face dull, and he didn't respond for a long time. Song Fei reached out and rocked the wheelchair, her tone a bit warning: "Hecheng, don't think about seeing Mo Yu. She's forgotten you a long time ago. Don't forget what you promised me. I got a chronic illness to save you, and I can't do heavy work. You said you would compensate me."

A trace of death flashed in Xiao Hecheng's dark eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "I won't forget, I will return it to you. Song Fei, can you take me to the hospital to treat my legs? The doctor said last time that I have a chance to stand up. I have sold all my paintings, which should be enough for the treatment costs."

Song Fei smiled slightly, lowered her eyes, and looked helpless: "Hecheng, the money you earned was long gone. Moving and daily expenses cost a lot. And after your hand injury, your paintings are not as good as before, and the selling prices are not high. I also want to help you stand up, but there is really no way."

Xiao Hecheng lowered his head, stroked his legs with his hands, and said with guilt in his voice: "Sorry, I don't know."

Song Fei nodded, turned and walked towards the door: "Hecheng, you try on the clothes, I'll go out to cook." After walking a few steps, she turned around and saw Xiao Hecheng still with his head down, his expression gloomy. She thought to herself: "Hecheng, don't try to escape from me."

The supermarket was brightly lit, its shelves filled with a dazzling array of goods. Mo Yu pushed her shopping cart and leisurely strolled through the snack section, occasionally picking up a bag and examining it. She looked up and saw Ni Jiamu meticulously selecting fruit in the nearby fruit and vegetable section.

"Xiaoyu, is that you?" A familiar voice came.

Mo Yu looked up at the sound, a surprised smile on her face: "Auntie Wang, are you bringing your grandson to buy something?"

Mother Wang's eyes were red and she walked forward excitedly: "Yes, Xiaoyu, I almost didn't recognize you. I'm so glad that you're okay." As she spoke, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

"I'm fine, Aunt Wang." Mo Yu responded with a smile.

"So are you home now?"

Mo Yu nodded: "Yes."

Wang Ma's voice choked with sobs. "Just go home, Xiaoyu. Don't run around anymore. Master, Madam, and Jiamu were all heartbroken when they found out about your accident. Jiamu truly loves you. If Master and Madam knew you were back safely, they would be so happy."

Mo Yu's eyes reddened, and she grabbed Wang Ma's hand: "Wang Ma, can you tell me how my parents died?"

Mother Wang sighed, her expression sad. "Xiaoyu, I told you not to blame yourself too much. Ever since Master retired, his health hasn't been good, so Madam wanted to take him on a trip to recuperate. When they learned about you and Jiamu, they immediately rushed back. Master was furious, and kept complaining that Jiamu was forcing you and treating you badly. Then, after working for a few days at the company, he fainted, and his health continued to deteriorate."

"After you left, Master fell ill upon learning of your accident and could not be saved. After Master left, Madam also became delirious, muttering every day that she had harmed you and Master. One day, she missed a step while going down the stairs, hit her head, and passed away."

At this point, Wang Ma burst into tears: "Xiaoyu, now it's just you and Jiamu at home, you two have to be good. Jiamu is a good boy, don't tell him I told you this, he can't bear to see you blame yourself."

Mo Yu burst into tears. "Auntie Wang, I won't be so willful anymore. I will stay by my brother's side and take care of him for Mom and Dad. Thank you for telling me the truth."

Mo Yu hurried to the bathroom and washed her face, trying to hide the traces of crying. When she came out, she saw Ni Jiamu looking panicked, searching everywhere for her.

Mo Yu stepped forward and patted Ni Jiamu on the shoulder: "Brother, I'm here."

Ni Jiamu turned around, his eyes fell on Mo Yu's face, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Are you crying?"

Mo Yu quickly wiped her eyes: "No."

Ni Jiamu took Mo Yu's hand, and the warmth of his palm passed to her: "Then go home and make you something delicious."