Chapter 1 Are you worthy enough to touch her coffin?

When Nanchuan Shijue's black umbrella pierced through the rain, Ning Fengsheng's soul was hanging on top of the tombstone...

A bloodthirsty sneer curved his lips, and he tapped the tombstone with his knuckles, his fingertips scraping across the four words "Gong Ye's Wife" engraved on the tombstone...

"Master!" The housekeeper knelt in the mud. "Miss Ning is dead. Please let her rest in peace."

"Rest in peace? Even after death, you still want to use a tombstone to pierce my eyes." Nanchuan Shijue chuckled, crushing the white chrysanthemums on the altar with his crocodile leather shoes. "Moss, change the epitaph to 'Property of Nanchuan'."

The heavy rain rushed down, and she watched Nanchuan Shijue throw away the black umbrella, revealing a gorgeous and sickly face.

Rainwater flowed down his sharp jawline into his shirt collar. He leaned over and lifted the first handful of dirt. The housekeeper hugged him and cried loudly, "Master, Miss Ning's body is still warm..."

Nanchuan Shijue kicked the old man away and laughed ferociously: "She died a good death, she deserved it!"

It was a handsome face that looked like it was soaked in poison, with deep eye sockets and delicate features.

Ning Fengsheng was about to explode with rage. Even after these people died, they still wouldn't let her go—

She died unjustly, her husband Gong Ye plotted against her and had his heart dug out of her chest while she was still alive.

The man smiled gently: "Don't give her anesthesia, keep her awake. These eyes are so beautiful, dig them out and donate them."

She was put on the operating table and was seven months pregnant.

He kicked the baby in her belly to death, and a lot of blood flowed from her lower abdomen.

The rain was pouring down like crazy.

Nanchuan Shijue dug his hands into the damp grave soil, throwing handfuls of earth and digging—

"Ning Fengsheng, even if you die, you should rot in my bed..." His ten fingers were torn, his face was sickly and crazy, and blood dripped into his tomb from the torn knuckles.

Ning Fengsheng frowned, this lunatic!

She watched as the man's arm was cut, but his broken palm was still digging persistently, and the bright red blood soaked the soil.

Ten fingers were bloody and mangled… Nanchuan Shijue let out a bestial laugh. He grabbed the wet soil mixed with gravel and threw it into the air: “Such a shallow pit… How dare they let you get so far away from me?”

The carved coffin gradually revealed its appearance.

"Where's the coffin opener?" Nanchuan Shijue's red shirt stuck to his chest. "I want to hear the sound of her cervical vertebrae breaking."

The housekeeper threw himself beside the coffin and wailed, "Miss Ning will hate you..."

Nanchuan Shijue, however, used his tie to strangle his throat: "Get out of here! Are you worthy enough to touch her coffin?"

Ning Fengsheng leaned over and looked at the crazy man.

"Crawl out and kill me if you dare!" Nanchuan Shijue ripped open his blood-soaked shirt, a cruel smile on his face like a devil. "Ning Fengsheng, your skill in pretending to be dead is far worse than your skill in pretending to be good!"

Three years have passed. She and Nanchuan Shijue have been separated for three years.

She had tried every possible means to escape from him and threatened to commit suicide by cutting her wrists before this controlling pervert let her go.

"Do you think you can atone for your sins by dying?" Nanchuan Shijue broke the coffin nails with his bare hands, and the steel needle pierced his little finger bone. "I'm going to make a specimen of your eyes, and watch how I throw Gong Ye and his wife into the snake pit!"

Ning Fengsheng was shocked. He killed Gong Ye and Su Wu?

With a loud bang, the coffin lid burst open!

Nanchuan Shijue's panting was mixed with the bloody smell.

Inside the carved coffin, a woman's breathtaking features emerged. Her long, silky black hair flowed freely, her brows were drawn, and her lips were the red of a blooming Baroque rose. Clad in a black dress, she was as beautiful as a forbidden object, as if she were simply sleeping peacefully.

"Wake up." Nanchuan Shijue's sneer froze on the corner of his lips. He slapped her cheek with his bloody palm, leaving a blood mark on her porcelain-white skin. "Did I allow you to die?"

The butler tried to check his breath tremblingly, but was twisted by Nanchuan Shijue.

He suddenly pulled the woman into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her lips tremblingly.

Ning Fengsheng was shocked again——

"Ning Fengsheng..." He bit her lip, "How dare you die..."

When he found that her body was stiff and cold and her chest had really stopped beating, he suddenly pulled out a dagger and forced it into her stiff palm: "Aren't you going to kill me?" He grabbed her hand and stabbed it towards his heart, "Stab it into my heart!"

“…”

"Where's the strength you used to stab me?" Blood gushed out crazily. "Didn't you say you would make me bleed to death?"

The man's big hand grasped her small hand and fiercely stabbed deeper into her heart.

The butler knelt in shock: "Master!!!"

A bug crawled onto her small, fair face, and Nanchuan Shijue's pupils suddenly contracted.

He crushed the bugs: "Get rid of these dirty things! She is most afraid of bugs..."

Ning Fengsheng watched as the man used his bloody knuckles to pick the worm out of her ear—

The dagger was stuck deep in his chest and blood was flowing freely.

"Use my blood to resurrect..." Nanchuan Shijue's tears mixed with blood dripped onto her face, "Or take me to hell..."

The young master's madness has struck again!

The housekeeper panicked and took out a tranquilizer, only to watch helplessly as the young master pulled out the antiseptic syringe from the coffin and injected the formalin solution into his carotid artery: "Who allowed you to separate us?"

He held the woman in his arms and pressed her into the coffin, embracing her lovingly. "You are mine... even if you rust or rot, you are mine..."

The heavy rain washed the rolled flesh on the man's chest, and he once again held her cold lips, as domineering and passionate as before.

Blood overflowed from between his teeth and dripped onto his wedding ring.

Nanchuan Shijue pulled out a dagger from his chest, cut his wrist and poured his blood over her heart: "Are you cold? I'll warm you up right away."

Ning Fengsheng's soul was suddenly pulled towards the rotting body. She saw the wound bursting open in Nanchuan Shijue's chest—

The man took out his heart and pressed it against her empty chest: "Now... we are finally equally cold."

When dawn pierced through the clouds, Nanchuan Shijue's teeth dug deep into her throat, and their bodies were cast in blood and mud.

Young Master Nanchuan died of infatuation. The news that the world-famous born bad guy who suffered from paranoid disorder died of love shocked the entire Beizhou Kingdom!

…

A dazzling light shone, and Ning Fengsheng opened his eyes——

"Ms. Ning, you're awake. The physical examination report shows that you've recovered and meet the discharge criteria. I've packed your luggage and can take you out of Rose Garden at any time."

In the luxurious living room, the butler in black uniform bowed respectfully.

This is Meiyuan, the black cage built for her by Nanchuan Shijue!

Sure enough, when she looked up, she saw a huge oil painting hanging opposite the bed, and a handsome man lowered his head and kissed her lips.

It was as if a gorgeous vampire was kissing a sacrificial girl...

Isn't she dead? Why did she come back...

"The villa in Xipu, the apartment in Tomson Yipin, and ten other properties, along with one billion in cash and the Cullinan sports car, will all be transferred to your name."

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