novelhk Chapter 243 Don’t leave
Chapter 243 Don’t leave
Chapter 243 Don't Go
As soon as Ni Jiamu finished speaking, the crowd erupted in excitement, whispering and discussing. However, Mo Yu felt as if she were trapped in an ice cellar. The embarrassment and humiliation made her wish she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
At this moment, she was like a monkey locked in a zoo, nakedly accepting the contempt and ridicule from all directions.
"Tell me how you want to solve this problem. Let's not talk about my son's matter for now. Su Daqiang broke Mr. Ni's things." Mr. Jin leaned on the sofa, squinting his eyes and looking at Mo Yu with a smug look on his face.
Mo Yu subconsciously pinched the corner of her clothes, took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at Ni Jiamu. She saw Ni Jiamu leaning on the sofa, a cigarette in his mouth. In the smoke, he looked at her expressionlessly, his eyes cold and distant.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ni, and Mr. Jin. I will compensate for the damage to the box, and I'll also pay for your son's medical expenses, but I don't have that much money right now. Can you write an IOU first?"
Mr. Jin sneered and said, "You wrote an IOU and then ran away. Where can I find you in that remote place? You poor people have nothing to give us, and your integrity is worthless to us. Why don't you just tease us? Mr. Ni is here today. If we all laugh, my son's medical expenses will be waived, and I will also compensate you for the damage to the box."
"Mr. Ni, do you think this is okay?" Mr. Jin turned to look at Ni Jiamu and asked in a flattering manner.
Ni Jiamu slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his expression cold, and uttered two words: "Whatever you want."
When Mo Yu heard Ni Jiamu's answer, she felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if it had been cut by a sharp knife.
She raised her head and said stubbornly, "I don't need Mr. Jin and Mr. Ni to forgive my debt. Just allow me to write an IOU. Otherwise, I'll do whatever it takes to make you laugh."
A harsh voice emerged from the crowd: "Why don't you learn to dance like a gorilla?"
"Hahahaha, sure, you can even bark like a dog." Everyone laughed, and the laughter echoed in the box.
Mo Yu clasped her hands tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh, and bit her lips with her teeth, trying hard to hold back the tears that were about to burst out. The feeling of humiliation almost suffocated her.
"Okay." Mo Yu took a deep breath and took a few steps forward with difficulty.
"Oh, she's a cripple, and the way she walks is so funny." A woman's sharp laughter rang out.
"Cripple?" Ni Jiamu was originally leaning lazily on the sofa, but when he heard this, he sat up straight and his hand holding the cigarette paused unconsciously.
"Yes, Mr. Ni, he's a cripple, so his dancing must be very funny." A sharp and sarcastic voice sounded in the box. The man who said this had a malicious smile on his face and his eyes flashed with ill intention.
"Take two steps." Ni Jiamu opened his thin lips slightly, his deep black eyes fixed on Mo Yu, his voice low and cold.
He leaned back on the sofa, emitting an aura of superiority that was so cold that people dared not look directly at him.
Ni Jiamu was very frugal with words. Mo Yu's mind was in a mess. She was at a loss for words by this sudden request. She didn't understand what he wanted to say for a moment and could only stand there blankly.
"Take two steps!" Ni Jiamu spoke again.
"Boss Ni asked you to leave, are you still deaf?" Someone else started to make a noise, and a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd. The laughter was wanton and arrogant, like a surging tide, ready to drown Mo Yu completely.
"No..." Mo Yu's voice was as small as a mosquito, with a little trembling.
She bit her lower lip tightly, the feeling of humiliation spreading like a vine in her heart. But in order to save Su Daqiang, she had no choice but to take a deep breath and force herself to move.
Mo Yu limped forward, and with every step she took, people around her started laughing.
In this suffocating atmosphere, Ni Jiamu suddenly stood up, then he reached out and picked up a bottle on the table and smashed it hard on the ground.
"Bang!" The crisp sound of breaking instantly cut through the shrill laughter, and the whole audience suddenly fell silent. Everyone was stunned by this sudden action, and the smiles on their faces froze instantly.
Ni Jiamu strode over. Before Mo Yu could react, she felt a tightness around her waist, and was embraced by his strong arms. The next second, she was off the ground and was easily picked up by Ni Jiamu.
"Ah!" Mo Yu screamed in fright, and subconsciously grabbed Ni Jiamu's clothes on his chest with both hands.
Ni Jiamu held her in his arms and strode towards the elevator. After entering the elevator, Ni Jiamu pressed the button for the 15th floor.
The elevator slowly ascended, the cabin so quiet that only the gentle breathing of the two could be heard. Mo Yu leaned against Ni Jiamu's chest, her cheeks burning. She felt nervous and confused, not knowing what Ni Jiamu was going to do.
Finally, the elevator dinged and opened. A luxurious suite appeared before my eyes. Crystal chandeliers cast a dazzling light on the expensive carpet and exquisite furniture. Every detail shone with luxury and nobility.
Ni Jiamu put Mo Yu on the bed and turned to leave. She was the only one left in the room and was a little at a loss for a moment.
At this time, Aunt Luo called again. Mo Yu picked up the phone and hesitated for several seconds before pressing the answer button.
"Aunt Luo, it's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Aunt Luo's tearful voice came from the other end of the line: "Yuyu, how can I sleep without hearing the news that Daqiang is safe? Have you seen Daqiang? How is he? Is there enough money?"
A barrage of questions bombarded Mo Yu. She opened her mouth, unsure how to answer. If she told Aunt Luo that she hadn't even met Su Daqiang, she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
Just as she was struggling, Ni Jiamu came in carrying a medicine box: "Su Daqiang has been released."
Mo Yu was stunned for a moment, staring at Ni Jiamu, her mind going blank in an instant.
"Yuyu, why aren't you talking? Why is there a man's voice over there? Are you hiding something from me?"
Mo Yu finally came to her senses and hurriedly explained, "Aunt Luo, the person who spoke was Daqiang's boss. Daqiang is fine, don't worry."
"That's good, that's good, thank you, Yuyu." There was finally a hint of relaxation in Aunt Luo's voice.
Mo Yu looked up and saw Ni Jiamu, head bowed, carefully unpacking the cotton swabs from the medicine box. She spoke a few more words to Aunt Luo and then hung up.
The room suddenly became quiet, and the only sound was the faint sound of Ni Jiamu opening the medicine box.
"Thank you, brother."
Ni Jiamu dipped a cotton swab in the ointment and looked at Mo Yu. "Mo Yu, you haven't had a great year. I thought you'd be doing well after leaving me, but you ended up making such a mess of yourself. You're in such a mess."
Mo Yu's hands unconsciously tugged at the corner of her clothes, her head lowered, and she whispered, "I'm sorry, brother."
Ni Jiamu's face turned cold. He pushed the medicine box into Mo Yu's arms and said, "Apply the medicine yourself."
Mo Yu, holding the medicine box, limped towards the bathroom. Looking at her back, Ni Jiamu's indifferent pupils trembled slightly, and then he reached for the wine on the table beside him and drank it all in one gulp.
Only when she stood in front of the mirror did Mo Yu see her face clearly. It was covered in bruises and looked miserable.
At that moment, the phone screen lit up. It was a message from Liu Xiao, saying that Su Daqiang had returned home and asking where she was. Mo Yu replied that she had found a place to stay and asked them not to worry. Only then did Liu Xiao stop sending messages.
She simply applied the medicine and wiped her body with a towel before walking out of the bathroom.
When I came out, I saw a large table outside filled with food, neatly folded clothes on the bed, and Ni Jiamu lying on the sofa reading a newspaper.
Ni Jiamu didn't say anything, and Mo Yu didn't know what to do, so she just stood there.
"Let's eat." Ni Jiamu suddenly spoke.
"Me?" Mo Yu pointed at herself.
"What else? Am I buying so much to feed the pigs?"
"Brother, do you want to eat?" Mo Yu asked cautiously again.
Ni Jiamu took a look at the sumptuous food on the table and somehow felt a little hungry. He stood up and sat at the table.
Perhaps it had been too long since they had eaten such delicious food, Mo Yu ate voraciously, and Ni Jiamu also ate quite a bit.
After dinner, Ni Jiamu subconsciously took out a cigarette and lit it. As soon as he took a puff, he saw Mo Yu blowing her nose because of the smell. He paused, then put the cigarette out in the ashtray.
"Brother, are Mom and Dad okay? I want to see them. After seeing them, I'll be going back. Aunt Luo is still waiting for me."
Ni Jiamu's face turned cold in an instant. He stood up suddenly, pulled Mo Yu over, and pressed her against the wall with such force that Mo Yu was a little breathless.
"What do you take me for? You can come and go as you please? This is not a hotel! Mo Yu, I really underestimated you. You almost killed me. Do you know how much I hate you? I really want to strangle you to death!" After saying that, he punched the wall hard, making a dull sound.
Mo Yu was so scared that she quickly closed her eyes and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Ni Jiamu continued, gritting his teeth. "If you dare to leave, Su Daqiang, Liu Xiao, and that Aunt Luo will all be finished!"
After saying that, he let go of Mo Yu, turned around and sat on the bed, and said coldly: "Change your clothes and come to sleep."
Mo Yu silently walked into the bathroom holding her clothes. When she came out after changing her clothes, Ni Jiamu was already lying on the other side of the bed with his eyes closed.
Mo Yu tiptoed to the bed, gently lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down.
After a while, when Mo Yu's even breathing sounded, Ni Jiamu opened his eyes. He gently turned sideways, slowly approaching Mo Yu, then lifted the quilt on his side and reached out to gently lift up Mo Yu's pajamas.
In the dim light, his hands caressed every scar on Mo Yu's legs. "You've suffered so much, and yet you didn't even come to me. Mo Yu, now that you're back this time, don't leave..."