The time of the city

Chapter 133: The Corrupted Leaves Also Dream of Becoming Roses

In Australia, the maid ran down the stairs crying, holding the broken pieces of the cup in her hands, and her fingers were cut by the fragments.

Seeing this, Qiao Yiwen stepped forward and asked, "Young Master, are you making trouble again?"

"During the past few days since you left, the young master has been in a particularly bad mood, always clamoring to go out. He's been making a fuss almost every day."

"Okay, I get it. Go bandage the wound."

The sound of furniture banging upstairs continued, accompanied by Qiao Mu's roars. He had thought that his brother would come to his senses after being locked up for a few days, but he didn't expect that he would become more and more violent.

Just as I was hesitating whether to go upstairs, Yu Lan called.

"Mom, I will take good care of my brother." He replied as usual.

"Let Xiaomu go."

"Let him go? Dad will be angry, and the entire Qiao family will be in crisis."

"Your father agreed. The girl he liked got into trouble and is no longer your great-uncle's granddaughter-in-law. Your great-uncle will no longer target our family. Let Xiaomu return home."

"Okay, I understand, Mom." Qiao Yiwen hung up the phone and went straight upstairs. He didn't know whether this was good news or bad news for Qiao Mu.

The prerequisite for his freedom was that something happened to the girl he loved. His choice of love depended on the feelings of others. Qiao Zhengrong had chosen Lin Xiao as his granddaughter-in-law, and Qiao Mu was immediately sent abroad. Only after he abandoned Lin Xiao could Qiao Mu return home. He had truly become a victim of profit.

Qiao Yiwen opened the door, and the originally irritable Qiao Mu suddenly calmed down. After pausing for two or three seconds, he actually knelt in front of him.

"Brother, let me go. I want to see Lin Xiao."

"Go away." Seeing the usually arrogant young master kneeling in front of him like this, he felt indescribably uncomfortable in his heart. After all, his younger brother gave up in front of love.

"Are you really going to let me go?" Qiao Mu obviously didn't believe that he would be so easy to talk to. Was it because he knelt down? Wouldn't it have been better if he had done so earlier? He secretly regretted it.

"Dad agrees, you can go back home."

"Thank you, brother." Qiao Mu stood up and rushed out of the room. The moment he walked onto the street, he truly realized that he was free.

When he opened his phone, it was filled with messages from Lin Xiao. The last one was from a few days ago. "Stinky Qiaomu, I'm going camping in the mountains with Xiaoyu and the others today. We're also going to have a barbecue. I'm so jealous of you."

"So cute." He smiled and then sent a message, "Sorry for breaking my promise this time. I won't do it again. Have fun in Japan. I'll wait for you when I get home."

Qiao Mu was surprised to find that his bank card had also been unfrozen, so he immediately booked a flight back to City A.

Song Fei sat on the bed. The clock on the bedside table had already pointed to three o'clock in the morning, but she couldn't fall asleep.

Ni Jiamu Moyu returned to the old house. She was the only one left in the huge house. When she closed her eyes, all she saw was Lin Xiao's bloody face. She admitted that she was really scared.

She comforted herself countless times, saying that she didn't want to push her down. It was she who discovered her secret and was the one who wanted to hurt herself first. She was not wrong.

But it felt like being trapped in a cage, the darkness swallowed her bit by bit. She wanted to crawl towards the light, but what she was greeted with was broken windows and a violent storm.

She had long been tattered and her leaves had long since rotted, but she still wanted to be a rose.

She roared into the darkness, "I'm not wrong."

After landing, Qiao Mu ran straight to the apartment he and Lin Xiao lived in. He punched in the password expertly, but it turned out to be incorrect. After several attempts, he finally managed to open the door.

After entering the house, his first impression was that he had entered a garbage dump. The sofa was covered with Lin Xiao's dirty clothes, and pillows were scattered on the floor. Things that should have been in the trash can were on the table, and the remote control was surprisingly in the trash can.

"It seems like it really won't work without me." He started to clean up the mess left by Lin Xiao.

After cleaning the whole house, he found that Lin Xiao had thrown away all his daily necessities, leaving nothing behind.

"You're still quite vindictive." He opened his phone. Lin Xiao hadn't replied to his message yet, so he took a photo of the house he had cleaned and sent it to her.

"Don't be angry, I've cleaned the house. Remember to message me back when you've had enough fun."

At the Ni family's old house, Xiaoxue ran to Moyu's legs with a ball in her mouth, and kept signaling her with her eyes, but Moyu did not cooperate and threw the ball.

"Xiaoxue, go play by yourself. I'm drawing." She said she was drawing, but in fact she was just scribbling on paper. She was in a really bad mood and had no interest in anything.

"Awoo~" Xiaoxue still didn't give up and scratched her with her claws.

Shang Xue brought a cup of bird's nest and sat next to Mo Yu. She took the ball from Xiaoxue's mouth and threw it away.

"My baby is still unhappy. My brother has already contacted the doctor on Lin Xiao's side and will be in City A tomorrow."

Hearing this, Mo Yu put down the paintbrush in her hand, and a hint of surprise appeared on her expressionless face. "Really? Is the doctor sure about Xiaoxiao's condition?"

"We'll have to wait for the doctor to see the result, but Amu said the doctor we hired this time has made great achievements in the field of brain medicine, so there must be hope."

"Well, thank you, Mom." Mo Yu hugged Shang Xue's arm and buried himself in her arms.

"Mom seems to have heard that you have a friend from abroad who is visiting you, right?"

She rested her head on Shang Xue's arm and said softly, "She used to go to the same university as me, and we were very good friends. My brother and I went back to our old house, and she lives alone in the small apartment."

"You silly girl, bring her in." Shang Xue nodded her head. "You've been in a bad mood lately, so let her come home to accompany you. Besides, it would be so lonely for her to spend the New Year alone in the apartment."

"Okay, then I'll pick her up later. Thank you, Mom." She kissed Shang Xue on the face and went upstairs to change clothes.

The man walked to the door of the corresponding room and knocked on it. When he heard footsteps inside, he impatiently began to take off his coat.

The door opened, Leng Yuanheng licked his dry upper lip, pulled the woman over, kicked the door shut with his back foot, and pressed towards the bed.

"I miss you so much, Xiaomei. Let's have fun today." As he said that, he started to unbuckle his belt.

"Wait," the woman said, stopping him from unbuckling his belt. "Yuanheng, why didn't you bring me the bag I liked last time?"

"I'll bring it to you next time, dear. Let's do the pleasurable things first." He pressed her under him, his hands sliding up and down restlessly.

The woman kicked her away, sat up, and said with disgust, "Let me go, Leng Yuanheng, everyone knows that you are a pauper. I only associate with you because I thought you still have some money left. If you don't bring the bag to me, don't even think about meeting me. Besides, you stink, like a toilet." After saying that, the woman straightened her clothes and walked out of the room proudly.

"This bitch..." He slapped the bed hard, then raised his hand and smelled the cuffs, and there was indeed a bad smell.

"Leng Xiyan, you and I are irreconcilable. You made me clean the toilet every day and made me stink."

Suddenly the door opened, and Leng Yuanheng quickly put on an attentive smile, "I knew Xiaomei still loved me the most."

"What? Xiaomei, my master invites you to have a cup of tea." Four burly men appeared in front of him.

"I haven't done anything bad, I won't go." He ran around like a big rat.

"This is so annoying!" A big man slapped him and knocked him unconscious on the bed, then signaled the three people behind him to "carry him away."