Chapter 113 There Will Never Be Offspring

"Young Master, why don't you consider..."

“No!”

"You, with your paranoia, shouldn't fall in love with anyone... If you continue to suffer this kind of pain for a long time, your spirit will be severely damaged, and you will eventually become like the master... half crazy and half insane..."

"Shut up!" Nanchuan Shijue suddenly sat up and was about to explode. "Where's that scarf?"

"Master is all sweaty and still wears a scarf when sleeping. I took it off because I was afraid it would make your neck uncomfortable..."

It's June now, and even though the room has central air conditioning, it's not appropriate to wear a scarf!

"Give it to me—"

"Master, lie down and don't move. I'll give it to you right away." Moss carefully took the scarf off the rack and took it over.

Nanchuan Shijue wrapped the scarf around his neck a few times, and it felt as if Ning Fengsheng's soft arms were hugging him, making him feel safe.

He stroked his scarf like a madman, a self-deprecating sneer on his lips. When he turned his head to the side, he swallowed the liquid mixed with sweat dripping from the corner of his eyes...

Moss sighed, turned around and received a call, and said in disbelief: "Miss Ning didn't leave?"

Nanchuan Shijue opened his eyes again.

"She went back to the Ning family with Mr. Gong?"

…

Half a month later.

On the English sofa, Nanchuan Shijue's knuckles were pale blue.

The church relief on the edge of the gilded invitation was twisted and deformed in his palm, like the grinning fangs of a messenger from the underworld.

"Ms. Ning's wedding will be held at St. John's Cathedral, the same church as yours and Miss Lin's wedding." Moss's voice was stuck in his throat.

Nanchuan Shijue suddenly sneered...

Wedding, her and Gong Dog?

She said she was going to New Zealand, and her new identity and plane tickets were all ready, but she changed her mind at the last minute and stayed, preparing for the wedding under his nose, and even dared to send him a wedding invitation!

"Master, why don't we seal off that church?" Moss asked timidly.

Bang!

Nanchuan Shijue slammed his fist on the table. If you block her, you won’t get married?

Does that mean he will block off wherever Ning Fengsheng is getting married?!

"This is the footage sent back by the surveillance team this morning." The bodyguard held his breath as he handed over the tablet. On the screen, Ning Fengsheng was adjusting Gong Ye's bow tie, gently standing on tiptoe.

Nanchuan Shijue suddenly laughed softly, and the invitation broke into two pieces in his hand.

Memories of the past flooded back. She had stood on tiptoe in the same way, tying his tie for the first time...

Moss held a file bag in his hand.

"Master, we found Mr. Gong's medical records. He is infertile due to artificial reasons."

Nanchuan Shijue's face darkened: "Infertility?"

"Yes, Mr. Gong has been receiving treatment all these years, but to no avail... I coerced his attending physician and found out that Mr. Gong was injected with a drug when he was only a few months old, which made him unable to conceive." Moss was also secretly shocked. Who on earth could be so despicable and insidious as to attack a baby of just a few months old?

It seems that Gong Ye’s life experience is not simple. The investigation shows that he is an orphan... His life experience is a mystery.

"Young Master, do you think this Gong guy has become so twisted and perverted because he can't have children that he's repeatedly attacked your children?"

First, he made Miss Ning miscarry the young master's first child, and later he schemed to make Miss Lin's child stillborn.

Otherwise, what deep hatred does the young master's child have with Gong Ye that would warrant him taking action again and again?

Nanchuan Shijue looked at the file and rubbed his brows...

Gong Ye is infertile, which means that Ning Fengsheng will never have offspring.

She won't give birth to a bunch of mentally retarded puppies for that palace dog.

Nanchuan Shijue was both relieved and angry!

This dog deprived Ning Fengsheng of her right to be a mother...

Damn it, does she know?

Perhaps she had known this earlier and would have preferred to stay with the dog rather than the child.

Nanchuan Shijue crumpled the documents into a ball in annoyance and picked up a stack of photos to flip through.

"These are all Mr. Gong's girlfriends, both current and ex-girlfriends. He's been in relationships with nearly a hundred," Moss said speechlessly. "I didn't expect that Mr. Gong, who looks refined and considerate, is actually such a playboy. I wonder if Miss Ning knows about this? If we invite all of Mr. Gong's girlfriends to the wedding, we could fill several tables with banquets."

Nanchuan Shijue threw the photos away casually. Those vulgar cosmetics made him feel sick at the first sight.

Who can compare to Ning Fengsheng?

This dog really looks down on people and has no vision!

"Get married..." He snorted coldly. Gong Gou has always looked down on Ning Fengsheng. Will he really marry her?

Lin Leixi's child is still alive, and the "task" that Gong Ye gave to Ning Fengsheng has not been completed, but they are planning to get married?

"This set of photos was secretly taken during Miss Ning's itinerary... Miss Ning went to the Western Suburbs Horse Farm yesterday, went to the jewelry factory the day before yesterday, and went to a bridal shop to buy a wedding dress the day before yesterday..."

Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were bloodthirsty, and the photos rustled between his bony fingers. He suddenly stopped when he turned to the seventh photo - the candid photo was showing the moment when Gong Ye and Ning Fengsheng were kissing each other on the racecourse.

Nanchuan Shijue's jaw was tense, as if he had lost blood in an instant, and his whole body was a cold, pale color.

"Young Master, do we need to send someone to intercept the Gong family's wedding convoy on the wedding day?" Moss asked, observing his expression.

Nanchuan Shijue stood up with an expressionless face.

At this moment, the floor-length mirror reflected his Shura-like face, and the dark blue pupils under his brows were swallowed by darkness.

The black haute couture suit wraps around his muscular lines that are ready to go.

The fingertips rolled heavily over her smiling eyes in the photo——

"Send a Screaming Eagle from the Red Wine Cellar. Congratulations to her... on finding a new sponsor."

He took a deep puff, and the cigar fell towards the hugging man and woman in the photo, and the burned hole happened to burn Gong Ye's pupils.

Moss was extremely surprised. The young master wanted to bless Miss Ning's wedding?

Nanchuan Shijue walked out and said, "Destroy all the red roses in the city... Inform the Flower Association that anyone who dares to sell a fresh rose to the Gong family... will have their flower greenhouse turned into a crematorium."

…

Ning family backyard.

"Shengsheng, it's time to smile. At three o'clock—" Gong Ye pinched the back of her neck and approached her, "Grandpa forgot to take his blood pressure medicine. He suddenly had a high blood pressure attack last night."

Ning Fengsheng pretended to fall into his arms, his coat slipping off his shoulders, revealing the red mark on his collarbone.

She felt funny inside...

Was it this misalignment that caused the Nanchuan Spyker to create such an ambiguous atmosphere with Lin Leixi?

Is she going to do the same thing now?

Gong Ye pinched her waist and spun her around, biting off her hairpin with a low laugh: "The angle of your hug this morning...is an improvement over what happened in the piano room the day before yesterday."

“…”

"Don't be absent-minded." He suddenly pulled open the hem of her skirt, and the scene reflected in the mirror looked very affectionate.

Ning Fengsheng suppressed the discomfort in his heart and saw the shutter flash from the corner of his eye.

That’s enough, this scene is enough to drive Nanchuan Shijue crazy!