Chapter 188: Stubborn as a donkey, stupid as a pig!

"My museum?" Ning Fengsheng murmured, turning his head abruptly and catching his deep eyes. "So many design drafts... where did you find them?"

She couldn't imagine how much effort and means it would take to collect these graffiti scattered in the dust of time, which she herself might not even remember.

This is not something that can be measured by money.

"As long as I want it, there's nothing I can't find." Nanchuan Shijue's lips curled up, with his usual arrogance and calm control. "Every stroke and every trace of your past should be here."

"These...are the wedding dress manuscripts I designed for Lin Leixi, and you shredded them with a shredder."

"Then the young master asked me to stick it back on," Moss said bitterly. "Miss Ning, I stuck to it for three whole months and my eyes are almost blind!"

"Why did you pick up the wedding dress design for Lin Leixi?"

"Are you qualified to design a wedding dress using just a prop?" Nanchuan Shijue snorted coldly.

So he also used a grinder to chop it up?

He leaned forward slightly, his tall figure bringing an invisible sense of oppression: "Why? You don't like it?"

She met his compelling gaze and saw the obsessive possessiveness deep in his eyes.

"These childish paintings are unworthy of the luxury here."

"Your paintings are worth a fortune."

Ning Fengsheng's voice suddenly rang out in the space: "Nanchuan Shijue, I'm not a turtle in the wishing well. Make a wish to the sky, not to me!"

Then came Nanchuan Shijue's angry voice: "Is it so difficult for you to give me a scarf?"

"I told you you're not worthy, how annoying..."

"Ning Fengsheng, you woman are as stubborn as a donkey and as stupid as a pig!"

"The young master extracted some interesting sounds from the surveillance video and included them here." Moss said with a smile.

"Stubborn donkey," Nanchuan Shijue hugged Ning Fengsheng in his arms, "Stupid pig."

Ning Fengsheng gritted his teeth and heard the voice in the space continue:

"Ning Fengsheng, I'm not happy because you praised another man for being handsome!"

"How about letting me praise you, the toad?"

"Are you blind? Is there a toad as handsome as me?"

"Have you never heard the saying, 'A toad crawling on your feet doesn't bite, but it's disgusting.' You're the worst at disgusting people."

…

"Break up, I want to break up with you!"

"It's up to you. If you want to be stranger, I won't even glance at you."

The rustling sound of packing.

"Nanchuan Shijue, let go! Aren't we breaking up? Why are you holding me?"

"I was wrong."

"Please let me go. I'd rather die than be trapped here with you..."

"Don't even think about it! These hands can stop a multi-billion dollar merger and acquisition, and they can certainly snatch you back from hell!"

…

"Ning Fengsheng, remember, I apologized because it was you who was hurt. If I had to do it all over again, I would still choose to let the entire Ning Group be buried with your tears!"

"If you dare to touch the Ning family again, I won't let you go!"

"Then kiss me now, and I'll let them go!"

"Go away. I won't forgive you even if you apologize."

"Apologize? Buy out all the front pages of the financial news—Nanchuan Shijue is an idiot. Are you satisfied?"

…

Ning Fengsheng's eyes were dazed, and all kinds of "sound fragments" were intertwined in his ears.

There are sweet and heartwarming ones, there are quarrelsome ones, and there are also heartbreaking ones...

In the past few years, they have experienced a lot, including quarrels, breakups and reunions.

Every sound brought her back to that scene, as if it happened just yesterday.

I have always known that Nanchuan Shijue has a collecting hobby and likes to record her voice.

Listening to these background sounds now, I find them so meaningful.

"Go up to the second floor." He kissed her forehead, "I have surprises for you on every floor."

The two of them went up to the second floor with the background sound of "sound fragments".

What comes into view are countless huge glass display cases that stand like crystal coffins and reach the ceiling.

The cabinet body is transparent and clean, with the edges inlaid with exquisite silver metal edging.

Inside the cabinets are countless gorgeous dresses, perfectly presented on specially made mannequins.

Floor-length dresses, exquisite short styles, complex palace style, simple futurism...

The styles are different, but all of them exude a breathtaking luxury.

Ning Fengsheng's gaze was instantly fixed on him. She recognized him.

Every gorgeous dress in the window was once an idea she had created!

The evening gown with a huge butterfly-wing train and embellished with tiny sapphires like stars in the night sky - that was her entry for a virtual design competition, named "Starfall".

At that time, because the process was too complicated and the cost was too high to be practical, it ended up being only a design draft, and her instructor euphemistically commented that it was "full of imagination but lacking commercial feasibility."

The dress next to it was a wedding gown made of countless pieces of hand-dyed, gradient cherry blossom pink tulle, with lifelike three-dimensional crystal vines and flowers wrapped around the waist—"Spring Festival." Later, she felt it was too dreamy and crumpled it into a ball and threw it in the trash.

And then there's the sharply tailored black suit and skirt set, "Breaking the Cocoon," which blends futuristic metallic elements with the allure of a classic cheongsam. It was her first attempt at challenging gender boundaries, but after she finished the design, she lacked confidence and never showed it to anyone.

One after another.

All those drafts that she had given up on, even torn up and discarded because she thought they were “not good enough”, “immature”, “too exaggerated” and “unrealizable”, were now all presented to her in the most extreme and perfect form.

The top-quality fabrics gleam with a silky luster, the intricate hand-embroidery is as delicate as a work of art, and every inlaid gem is perfectly cut.

This is not just a piece of clothing, but a priceless work of art.

Ning Fengsheng stretched out her hand tremblingly, and her fingertips, through the cold and thick glass, lightly touched the intricate gemstone inlay on the hem of the "Starfall" dress closest to her.

"These..." she said with difficulty, her voice thick with nasal sounds, "they are just drawings I made on paper..."

"On paper?" Nanchuan Shijue's deep voice sounded behind her. "For every line you drew, I let Chanel, Dior, Elie Saab...those old guys sitting at the top of the pyramid in Paris, turn it into reality with their hands, stitch by stitch."

He asked the chief designer to sew her scraps into reality!

"Follow me." He took her to continue the tour, his posture like an emperor inspecting his territory.

And she is the most precious collection in his territory.

"Impossible... Some designs are too difficult to put into practice." Ning Fengsheng frowned. When she first learned design, her imagination ran wild and she didn't consider the practicality at all. However, Nanchuan Spyker did not make any changes and restored everything one to one!