The time of the city

Chapter 231 The most beautiful bride

Ni Jiamu had just sent Lin Haoqing and Leng Xiyan out of the house. The moment he turned around, he saw Mo Yu standing quietly behind him. This unexpected appearance made Ni Jiamu tremble with fear.

However, he quickly regained his composure, a gentle smile plastered on his face, and he said, "Xiaoyu, would you like to try the cake? It's freshly made and sent over. It should taste pretty good."

Mo Yu subconsciously touched the slightly raised tattoo on her wrist, raised her head, looked straight into Ni Jiamu's eyes, and asked, "Are we getting married next month?"

Ni Jiamu raised his hand and gently tucked the strands of hair on Mo Yu's face behind her ears. He nodded and said softly, "Yes, I was planning to tell you tonight."

"But didn't we agree before that we should develop our relationship first?" Mo Yu frowned slightly.

"But I don't feel safe." Ni Jiamu shrugged. "Even though you said you'd be with me and even got a tattoo that symbolizes us, I'm still afraid you'll suddenly leave one day. That's why I'm so eager to marry you."

Mo Yu bit her lower lip and asked again, "Brother, are you happy now?"

This question obviously caught Ni Jiamu by surprise. He was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a sincere smile: "If you are willing to be with me, of course I am happy."

Mo Yu walked to the sofa and sat down: "If I marry you but still can't fall in love with you, will you still be happy?"

Ni Jiamu sat down next to Mo Yu and said eagerly, "I don't want to think too much about the future. Right now, I just hope you can marry me. Xiaoyu, let's take wedding photos next week, then try on wedding dresses, and get the marriage certificate, okay?"

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the tablet from the table next to him and handed it to Mo Yu. "Xiao Yu, here are some photographers' information and their wedding photos. Do you like their style?"

Mo Yu lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her eyelids: "I don't really understand this, brother, you decide."

Ni Jiamu's eyes flickered slightly, and he continued, "Then take a look at these wedding dresses. What do you think? I had them custom-made for you. See if there's anything that needs adjusting."

Mo Yu just glanced at them briefly and said, "I'm fine with anything. It's up to you, brother."

The smile on Ni Jiamu's face froze instantly. He stared at Mo Yu blankly, then closed his tablet. A hint of disappointment and confusion lingered in his voice, "Anything is fine. It doesn't matter... Xiaoyu, when other girls get married, they happily choose their wedding dresses and rings, paying special attention to every aspect of the ceremony. But why do you always look so indifferent?"

Mo Yu met Ni Jiamu's eyes, which were now filled with sadness and anger, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "I'm sorry."

"It's my fault, you don't have to apologize. I forgot that you haven't fallen in love with me yet. I was too greedy and too demanding. Xiaoyu, don't worry, I will definitely give you the most grand wedding." After saying that, Ni Jiamu was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to control his emotions and would scare Mo Yu, so he hurried upstairs.

After a long time, Mo Yu opened her tablet and carefully scanned the beautiful wedding dresses on the screen one by one.

Each wedding dress was exquisite, made of top-quality materials like lace, satin, and pearls, and each one was uniquely designed. Yet, as Mo Yu gazed at these wedding dresses, her heart remained calm, as if nothing in front of her had anything to do with her.

"I really can't respond to my brother's love for me. I always seem to be good at turning his expectations into disappointment little by little, and making his happy mood become sad and upset in an instant." She sighed silently in her heart.

After dinner, Mo Yu returned to the old house. Shang Xue's face lit up with joy as soon as she saw her. She quickly stepped forward and affectionately took her arm. "I was just about to go see you, but I didn't expect you to come see your mother first."

Mo Yu leaned on Shang Xue's shoulder and said coquettishly, "It seems that I missed you more, so I came first."

"You're truly a caring mother." Shang Xue smiled gratifiedly, raising her hand to gently stroke Mo Yu's hair, and sighed, "I always thought you were still a child who hadn't grown up, and in the blink of an eye, you're about to get married."

Shang Xue paused and said, "Wait for mom for a while, I'll go get something."

After a while, Shang Xue came out holding a large wooden box.

Mo Yu quickly reached out to take it and asked curiously, "Mom, what is this?"

"You'll know once you open it." Shang Xue smiled and opened the lid of the box.

In an instant, a dazzling array of jewels appeared before Mo Yu's eyes. Under the light, these jewels shone brightly, the rubies were vibrant, the sapphires were deep and charming, and the diamonds sparkled with a dazzling light.

The jewelry selection is rich and varied, including necklaces, bracelets, earrings, rings, and all kinds of jewelry. And any one of them is worth a fortune.

Mo Yu was stunned for a moment, her eyes wide open and her mouth opened so wide that an egg could fit in it.

Shang Xue couldn't help laughing when she saw her like this. She pushed the box towards Mo Yu and said, "Xiao Yu, this is the dowry that Mom prepared for you. These were all prepared by Grandpa when Mom married your Dad. Now Mom is giving them all to you."

Mo Yu quickly waved her hand to refuse: "Mom, keep it for yourself. These are too valuable. I can't take them."

"Silly child, no matter how valuable the things are, even if you put ten boxes together, they are not as important as my Xiaoyu."

"Mom, actually I want to tell you something. I don't want to hurt my brother, and I don't want to hurt you." Mo Yu's expression became a little solemn.

Then, Mo Yu told Shang Xue everything about how she met Xiao Hecheng, how she fell in love with him while getting along with him, how Xiao Hecheng was injured and disappeared while saving her, and how she recognized him in the video.

Mo Yu was originally very nervous, thinking that she would be scolded by Shang Xue, but unexpectedly, Shang Xue just hugged her tightly.

"So you never went back to the old house during that time. Was it because so many things happened? You were almost hurt by the kidnappers and suffered from serious mental illness. The child in Hecheng was reported by the media to have died because he saved you. Mom didn't even know that my Xiaoyu had suffered so much. Mom is sorry for you." Shang Xue said, tears couldn't stop flowing, crying her heart out.

Mo Yu quickly comforted her: "Mom, I'm fine. Look, I'm by your side. Don't be sad, Mom."

After Shang Xue calmed down a bit, she looked at Mo Yu and said seriously, "Xiao Yu, since He Cheng is still alive, you should go find him. I've always thought that you were willing to be with Jia Mu because you saw Yuan Tang was sick and wanted him to reconcile with Jia Mu, and wanted our family to be harmonious."

"But what about my brother?" Mo Yu's face was full of worry.

"Xiaoyu, Mom hopes you can marry someone you truly love. Life is long, and you can only be happy when you are with the one you love. Hecheng saved you, he likes you, and you like him too. Mom supports you two being together. And he definitely needs you the most right now."

Seeing that Mo Yu was still hesitating, Shang Xue continued to persuade her: "Your idea is right. If you marry Jia Mu without loving him, it will hurt him and yourself."

"But my brother will definitely not agree to let me go to find Hecheng. He won't let me go."

Shang Xue pondered for a moment and said, "Indeed, Jiamu is too stubborn. Xiaoyu, run away secretly. Once you get out, contact your mother immediately."

"Leng Xiyan said she would help me, Mom, can I trust her?"

"Xiyan is just like Jiamu, persistent and stubborn. But she is kind by nature. She helps you just to be with Jiamu and won't hurt you. Just let her help you sneak out."

Mo Yu's eyes welled up as she hugged Shang Xue tightly. "But Mom, if I run away from the marriage, what will happen to the Ni family's reputation? My brother will definitely be very sad too."

"Xiaoyu, don't think so much. Your happiness is the most important thing. Jiamu has his mom and dad by his side. Maybe after you leave, he'll figure it out after a while. It was a mistake for him to fall in love with you."

Mo Yu and Shang Xue talked until very late before returning home. She was still hesitant at first, but after this in-depth conversation with Shang Xue, she finally made up her mind and decided to go find Xiao Hecheng.

When she went upstairs to her room, Mo Yu noticed the light in the study was still on. She gently pushed the door open. Ni Jiamu heard the noise and hurriedly hid the veil she was sewing.

"Brother, did I disturb you? What were you doing just now?" Mo Yu asked.

Ni Jiamu hid his hands under the table and forced a smile on his face: "I'm working, what's going on?"

"I want to ask, can I invite Yueyue and Leng Xiyan to my house tomorrow?"

Ni Jiamu frowned slightly: "You asked Leng Xiyan to come over?"

"I... I'm getting married to you soon, right? Xiaoxiao's not around, and they're the only two girls I'm familiar with. So I want them to help me choose a wedding dress. Yueyue is younger, and Leng Xiyan is older than me. We three definitely have different tastes, so I can have more references this way."

After hearing this, Ni Jiamu was much happier: "Okay, sure."

"Thank you, brother. I'll be leaving now. You can take your time."

After Mo Yu left, Ni Jiamu took out the veil from under the table. The dense stitches on the veil were all his thoughts and feelings for this wedding and for Mo Yu.

"It turns out that I misunderstood Xiaoyu. She still attaches great importance to our wedding." Thinking of this, Ni Jiamu was so happy that he didn't even feel the pain on his fingers that were full of small holes from being pricked by needles.

As the night deepens, the moonlight, like water, quietly shines into the study through the window.

Ni Jiamu sat at his desk, sewing a veil stitch by stitch. A gentle smile played on his face, and his mind kept picturing Mo Yu, wearing the veil he had sewn and a pure white wedding dress, slowly walking towards him.

He thought that Mo Yu at that time must have been the most beautiful bride in the world.