The time of the city

Chapter 202 Gardenia Sea

Mo Yu rushed into the room in a panic, slammed the door shut, covered her ears tightly with her hands, and buried her face deeply in the pillow, trying to block out the noise coming from downstairs.

However, the noise downstairs was getting louder and louder. They seemed to be arguing, but Mo Yu couldn't hear clearly. From time to time, there was the sound of things falling to the ground.

Mo Yu's body trembled slightly, her eyes were tightly closed, and her brows were tightly furrowed. She told herself over and over in her heart not to listen, not to think.

She admitted that she was too cowardly to go downstairs to see what was happening. She curled up in her quilt, shivering.

The quarrel downstairs seemed to last for a very long time, so long that she couldn't tell whether it was an hour or half an hour. Until sleepiness gradually came over her, she was in a daze, and the quarreling sounds were still echoing in her ears.

Half asleep and half awake, she felt someone walk into the room quietly, touch her face gently, and whisper something in her ear.

The voice was unclear, yet it carried an indescribable depth of affection. Then, she felt a damp heat on her face. But at this moment, Mo Yu felt like she was dreaming.

When she woke up again, Mo Yu found herself in an unfamiliar room. The room was decorated in an exquisite and luxurious style. Looking out through the huge French windows, it was already pitch black outside, with only a few stars twinkling in the night sky.

Ni Jiamu beside her noticed her movement and opened his eyes. With a gentle smile on his face, he said softly, "You're awake."

Mo Yu looked at him in confusion and asked, "Where is this?"

Ni Jiamu sat up and replied with a smile, "This is our new home. Our previous house was too small, and there were residents around, so it was too noisy. It's so nice here, big and quiet, and most importantly, it's just the two of us."

Mo Yu's eyes flashed with uneasiness, and she asked, "Why do you want to move? Do my parents not want me anymore?"

Ni Jiamu reached out and gently smoothed the messy hair on her forehead. He said softly, "How could that be? My parents will agree to our marriage. We will live here from now on, and our wedding will be held here. I will prepare well and will definitely give you a grand wedding."

As he spoke, Ni Jiamu took the still dazed Mo Yu's hand and walked to the window, pointing at the night sky and said, "Look, the moonlight tonight is so beautiful, and there are so many stars. I have made wishes to the moon more than once, wanting to be with you, and now we can really be together." Ni Jiamu's eyes were shining with happiness, but in that light there was a hint of paranoia that was hard to fathom.

Afterward, Ni Jiamu took Mo Yu to the terrace. As soon as they opened the door, the rich scent of gardenias filled their nostrils. Mo Yu looked downstairs in amazement. There were tens of thousands of gardenias planted there, and in the moonlight, it looked like a sea of white flowers.

Ni Jiamu looked up with a hint of anticipation on his face, like a child who had received a perfect score on a test and was waiting for praise. He said, "Xiaoyu, do you like it? I bought all the gardenias in the city."

Mo Yu frowned slightly, shook her head and said softly, "I don't like them. They could have grown well in their original place, but you insisted on uprooting them. You are so selfish." After that, she turned around and walked back to the bed and sat down.

Only then did Mo Yu carefully observe her surroundings. She found that they were in a castle. There were no other houses around. It was empty and quiet. Just like Ni Jiamu said, there was no one else except them.

She had a bad feeling in her heart. She didn't know what Ni Jiamu had said to her parents, but she knew very well that her parents would probably not agree to them being together, otherwise Ni Jiamu would not have brought her here. She realized that she was completely imprisoned this time.

Ni Jiamu stayed outside for a while, then walked into the room. His smile was gone, and he looked a little lonely.

He came behind Mo Yu, slowly half-knelt down, gently put his arms around her waist, rested his head on her shoulder, and whispered, "Baby, I like you. No matter how you scold me, I still like you. We have missed too much. If I had always been by your side, you wouldn't be with Gu Bai. If I had always been with you in the United States, you wouldn't have fallen in love with Xiao Hecheng."

Then, Ni Jiamu spoke slowly again, his voice carrying a hint of tenderness from the past: "Actually, I fell in love with you before I went abroad to study. But at that time, I was only 18 years old, and I actually fell in love with a child who hadn't even graduated from elementary school. I felt like a pervert. You are my sister, how could I have such feelings for you? So I went to the United States and didn't come back for seven years."

"But during these seven years, I still often think of you, the little one who handed me a bowl of vegetable porridge when I was sick; I think of you, the timid one, huddled in the corner of the car, occasionally stealing glances at Leng Xiyan, then at my playful expression; I think of you, the tiny one, following me slowly and leisurely, and when I said I wanted to sell you, you foolishly believed me, pouting and tugging at the corner of my clothes. I know I have never forgotten you, and this love for you will not disappear because of distance. So I came back."

After hearing this, Mo Yu felt a surge of complex emotions in her heart. She cursed "pervert" twice under her breath, then huddled in the quilt, no longer paying attention to Ni Jiamu.

The night was as dark as ink, gently enveloping the entire castle. The surroundings were so quiet that only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the treetops could be heard.

Ni Jiamu sat on the sofa in his bedroom, tapped his finger on the screen of his mobile phone, and sent out a Weibo post that was enough to cause a huge storm in the online world.

In an instant, the outside world was like a ignited powder keg. The crackling sound of message alerts like dense drumbeats frantically assaulted Ni Jiamu's phone. Simultaneously, calls from Shang Xue and Ni Yuantang came in one after another, like a deadly chain of calls.

Ni Jiamu didn't even spare a glance for his vibrating phone. He simply swiped his slender fingers and turned it off. The whole world instantly fell silent.

He stood up and walked lightly to the bedside, where Mo Yu was sleeping peacefully. Her breathing was slow and even, like a gentle lullaby. Ni Jiamu slowly squatted beside the bed and looked at Mo Yu's sleeping face tenderly, his eyes filled with obsession and attachment.

Then, he gently climbed onto the bed, put his arms around Mo Yu's waist from behind, put his face on her back, and took a deep breath, as if this could integrate her into his life.

His face was filled with a happy and satisfied smile, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes sparkled with a gentle light. At this moment, the outside world might have been in chaos, and all kinds of public opinion and accusations might be pouring in like a turbulent tide, but Ni Jiamu didn't care.

As long as Mo Yu was by his side, as long as he could hug her tightly like this, he felt that he was the happiest person in the world. He closed his eyes and felt Mo Yu's body temperature.