The time of the city

Chapter 251 Certain Death

Mo Yu's eyes widened in shock: "Song Fei, quickly release He Cheng, don't joke with his life!"

"Mo Yu, do you really think you are a saint?" Song Fei sneered sarcastically, with the muscles on her face twisted and deformed.

Mo Yu's eyes were filled with contempt, and her voice trembled: "I am a saint, but I am better than a vicious woman like you! You have done so many bad things, and I thought you were sincere to He Cheng, but I didn't expect you to treat him like this. You planned the kidnapping to get rid of me, and in order not to be exposed, you didn't stop those people even when He Cheng was about to be beaten to death. You took him away, and did you treat him well with all the problems he had? You just used him as a tool to make money. He is not well yet, and you tied him up here, Song Fei, do you have any heart?"

Song Fei sneered, with a hint of madness in her eyes: "I just like to see him look worse than me. I like him because I think we are the same kind of people, abandoned by the world, and pitiful. But after he was injured, he was lying in bed dying, even worse than me. He needs me and cannot live without me. I like to see him unable to even go to the toilet and can only crawl on the ground. I changed his medicine to the cheapest one, hoping that he would never get better and would have to stay by my side forever. I didn't expect that he still wanted to paint and sell money to settle the debt with me. At first, his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold the paintbrush, but he still painted desperately, still wanting to leave me. He sold his paintings for a lot of money, and I spent it all, but he still kept painting. Why should he like you? Wouldn't it be fine if he just stayed by my side!"

Mo Yu was so angry that she was shaking all over, her voice trembling: "Song Fei, you've done so many wrong things, and you still want people to like you? I just feel like I misjudged you. I always thought of you as a good friend."

"Good friends?" Song Fei suddenly threw her head back and laughed out loud. Her laughter was sharp and piercing, echoing in the empty top floor. "Don't you think that's funny? You helped me in the coffee shop and found me a part-time job, but you just thought of yourself as a savior. You being friends with me is nothing more than looking for a foil to set off your beautiful flower."

"To pay for your meal, I have to work for a month. Your life is all about studying and shopping, while I have endless part-time jobs. You have a CEO brother, a warm and happy family, and even Xiao Hecheng likes you, but I have nothing."

"I've obviously tried my best! You're talking about your paintings with someone who has no money to learn painting. Aren't you just showing off? Every time you rush to pay, aren't you mocking my poverty? I stole the secrets of Ni Jiamu's company. I can't stand him, and I can't stand you either. I also planned the kidnapping. I just wanted to watch you being tortured to death, but unfortunately, you're too lucky."

After Mo Yu knew Song Fei's true thoughts, her whole world collapsed. She looked at Song Fei's familiar face, but it seemed particularly strange at this moment.

She felt that she had never truly understood Song Fei. Every detail of the past flashed through her mind quickly, but it seemed as if there was a layer of fog between them.

It actually gave Mo Yu a sense of unreality, as if all the memories of their previous time together were just her imagination.

Freud once said, "Unexpressed emotions never go away; they are simply buried alive, only to burst forth someday in uglier forms."

Song Fei buried her jealousy towards Mo Yu deep in her heart again and again, and it kept accumulating. Now that it was full, it was time for her to explode, but this explosion was hard for Mo Yu to accept.

"Since you think so, I have nothing to say. Tell me, what is the purpose of calling me here?" Mo Yu took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Song Fei walked to Xiao Hecheng with a smile, her eyes sinister: "Give me 1000 million, and you jump off the building in exchange for Xiao Hecheng's life."

At this moment, hurried and chaotic footsteps could be heard from downstairs. Song Fei's face suddenly changed. With a look of vigilance, she held the knife to Xiao Hecheng's neck and asked sharply, "Mo Yu, have you called the police?"

"Mo Yu, you've grown up now. You dare to act secretly alone?" Ni Jiamu's voice came from behind Mo Yu.

Song Fei was very excited. She waved the knife in her hand and yelled, "Ni Jiamu, give me 1000 million, otherwise I will kill Xiao Hecheng!"

Ni Jiamu tilted his head with a disdainful smile on his face: "Xiao Hecheng's life is none of my business. If you want to kill him, then go ahead. I have one less rival in love, and I have to thank you for that."

Mo Yu looked at Ni Jiamu anxiously and shouted, "Brother!"

Ni Jiamu covered Mo Yu's mouth with his hand, staring at Song Fei with a sharp gaze: "Song Fei, you are surrounded by the police. If you surrender now, you will be treated leniently."

Song Fei sneered a few times, and a hint of madness flashed across her face: "Do you think I'm not prepared? I planted a bomb in this building. I can't leave, so we die together!"

"Fei Fei, is this what you are talking about?" A masked man walked up slowly from the other side of the stairs, carrying a dismantled bomb.

When Song Fei saw the man, she staggered and almost fell, her eyes full of disbelief: "Are you K?"

"Fei Fei, I'm glad you still remember me." K took off his hood. Except for his eyes, his entire face was covered with burn scars, like twisted grooves.

Song Fei stepped back in fear, her voice trembling: "You... aren't you dead?"

K looked at Song Fei with complicated eyes: "Turn yourself in, Feifei, and don't do anything wrong again. Every time you made a mistake before, I helped you. Now it seems that I have harmed you. I will not allow you to hurt my friends."

"K, you have helped me so many times, can you help me again? I don't want to go to jail. Give me money and let me go." A pleading look flashed in Song Fei's eyes.

K smiled and shook his head, his eyes firm: "I've died once, and I've grown up. I don't want to make the same mistake again. Feifei, you can't escape. There are police everywhere."

Song Fei's eyes instantly turned sinister, and she gritted her teeth and said, "If I die, Xiao Hecheng won't be able to live either!"

After saying that, she swung her knife and cut the rope on one side, then jumped off the top floor with a big laugh.

The moment the rope snapped, the stool it was tied to shook violently. Ni Jiamu, quick-witted, rushed towards Xiao Hecheng. At the same moment, Xiao Hecheng regained consciousness. Just as the stool was about to fall, his eyes widened, his fingers gripping the edge of the rooftop tightly.

Ni Jiamu arrived and used both hands to pull Xiao Hecheng up with veins bulging.

At the moment Song Fei jumped from the building, K also rushed over, but failed to catch her. With a muffled "pop" sound, everyone knew that Song Fei was doomed.