Chapter 210 Is She Worse Than a Fake?

"Nanchuan," Bai Yixun suppressed the shock in her heart, put on a sweet smile and walked towards Nanchuan Shijue, "When did you come to Country Z? Why didn't you notify me?"

"The young master made this decision at the last minute..." Moss looked at Bai Yixun, then at the young master, and then at Ning Fengsheng.

He rubbed his eyes hard again.

The sky is falling. How could there be a woman who looks exactly like Miss Ning?

At this moment, Nanchuan Shijue was like an ice sculpture, his eyes fixed on Ning Fengsheng's face.

Bai Yixun felt ignored, his face stiff. He turned to Ji Yanli and said, "Yan, what's going on? I heard you guys were fighting for me?"

Ji Yanli did not answer, but looked at Ning Fengsheng: "Are you hurt?"

Ning Fengsheng shook his head, wrapped his windbreaker tightly around him and tried to escape, but his legs were weak and he fell to the side.

Ji Yanli took advantage of the situation and embraced her, carrying her sideways.

"Yan——" Bai Yixun pinched her carefully manicured nails into her palm.

In all these years, I have never seen Ji Yanli get close to any woman.

He has always been proud and arrogant, looking down on everyone.

But at this moment, he held the woman in his arms.

She knew that Nanchuan Shijue loved "Ning Fengsheng" to death, but why did Ji Yanli get involved!

The woman in front of me is just a fake who looks like "Ning Fengsheng". Is she not even as good as a fake?

"Let me down!" Ning Fengsheng struggled, but his head felt dizzy.

"Infirmary." Ji Yanli said briefly, then ignored everyone's shocked looks and left the scene carrying the person.

Nanchuan Shijue stared at Ji Yanli's back, with dark currents surging in his eyes.

The students watching were in an uproar, and all kinds of speculations and rumors spread across the campus at an alarming speed.

…

A corner of the white curtain of the infirmary was lifted by the wind, and several boys in football uniforms gathered around the bed.

"Hey, if you really become lame, you'll have no choice but to marry the tomboy Si Yin!" The boy patted his bed companion's shoulder with a shrill laugh.

"Your wife." "Get out of here, it's your wife." "Stop it, it's your wife!"

The others followed suit, like a flock of noisy crows.

The door of the infirmary was suddenly kicked open——

All the laughter stopped abruptly.

Ji Yanli stood at the door holding the soaked Ning Fengsheng, a black coat draped over her, with water droplets dripping down her hair.

Ning Fengsheng's glasses were gone, and his wet bangs stuck to his forehead, revealing his almond-shaped eyes that were usually hidden by lenses - as clear as a mountain stream, with tiny water droplets hanging on his eyelashes.

The air in the infirmary froze.

"Tomboy? Why has she changed so much..." someone whispered, his voice full of disbelief.

Ji Yanli's eyes swept across the room, as cold as ice.

"Get out." These three short and powerful words made several football players shrink their necks unconsciously.

The boys rushed out in a panic and ran into a wall of people at the door.

Nanchuan Shijue stood there, with a row of black-clad bodyguards behind him.

He was taller than everyone else, and his black shirt outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His handsome face had no expression, but it was chilling.

The men were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and some of them almost tripped over their own feet as they squeezed through the bodyguards.

The lame boy on the bed also miraculously jumped up and escaped on one foot.

I could vaguely hear their voices: "Who just said she is my wife..." "My wife!" "Get lost, I am lame but she is my wife..."

The infirmary finally quieted down.

Ji Yanli placed Ning Fengsheng on the hospital bed with incredibly gentle movements, which was in stark contrast to his stern appearance.

"How do you feel about having several more husbands?" he laughed.

Ning Fengsheng was speechless. This world where appearances mattered...

If you are ugly, you will be laughed at; if you are good-looking, you will also be noticed and talked about.

"Are you still dizzy?"

"Thank you, I feel much better now." She responded dryly, not daring to look at the door.

Nanchuan Shijue stood there, his eyes sweeping across the infirmary like a knife.

He saw Ji Yanli's hand still on Ning Fengsheng's shoulder, and saw Ning Fengsheng's wet T-shirt sticking to his body, outlining his slender waistline and the faint curve of his chest.

His eyes darkened and he instructed Moss.

"Master, there's no women's clothing in the car. Should I ask someone to buy some now?" Moss was surprised. The master was meddling in other people's business? Just because this woman looked like Miss Ning?

"Sorry, excuse me..." The short boy came hurriedly with a bag of clothes in his hand, but stopped at the door. He was so frightened by the aura of Nanchuan Shijue that he almost fell down.

"Yan, this is a uniform borrowed from the student council."

Ji Yanli took the bag and threw it to Ning Fengsheng: "Put it on."

Ning Fengsheng didn't expect that this man, who looked stiff, was so meticulous.

She was soaking wet, feeling uncomfortable, and her underwear was exposed... She really needed some clean clothes.

But when she opened the bag, her expression changed: "Skirt? I want pants."

"Men's clothing doesn't have your size." Ji Yanli raised an eyebrow, his voice returning to its usual coldness. "You want to go out in these soaking wet clothes, I have no objection. But - the jacket must be returned to its original owner."

Ning Fengsheng's fingers clenched the white sheets on the edge of the bed. Yes, this windbreaker belongs to Nanchuan Shijue...

Still carrying his breath...

It had been a long time since I last smelled this scent, and it was so familiar that she wanted to cry.

She glanced quickly at the door—

Nanchuan Shijue still stood there, like a perfect sculpture, lost in thought.

"I'm going to change my clothes, you go out." Ning Fengsheng finally compromised.

Ji Yanli walked towards the door. When passing by Nanchuan Shijue, the two looked at each other briefly, and there seemed to be invisible sparks in the air.

Hearing the door close, Ning Fengsheng breathed a sigh of relief, pulled off his windbreaker, put it in front of his nose and inhaled greedily.

Nanchuan Spyker...

Being so close yet unable to recognize each other is such a sad feeling.

She thought they would never meet again in this life, so why did he appear before her again...

Ning Fengsheng took off his wet clothes with trembling fingers. There was also a towel and underwear in the bag.

I don't know where they found it in such a short time?!

Ning Fengsheng hesitated for two seconds and wiped his body and hair dry with a towel.

When she put on the uniform, she was surprised to find that the size was perfect - the waist of the shirt, the length of the skirt, and even the size of the bra were all accurate.

"Are that guy's eyes a ruler..." Ning Fengsheng muttered softly, his ears slightly red.

Are all men's eyes so poisonous?

Nanchuan Shijue knew her size just by looking at her!

If he knew that she was Ning Fengsheng and that she almost got exposed today, he would want to dig out the eyes of those who saw her!

Ning Fengsheng took a deep breath, feeling extremely upset when he thought about him still standing outside.

"Ning Fengsheng" was still lying in the Rose Garden, and he could not possibly suspect her.