Chapter 213 is her and Nanchuan Shijue’s baby

He asked the servant to prick her finger and take a blood sample.

"It will take three days." Moss's eyes were complicated. "Ms. Si must stay at the manor during this period."

Nanchuan Shijue pinched her injured finger through the handkerchief and wiped the blood on her lips.

The gesture was both a threat and a strange ritual: "If this is the old man's conspiracy..." He stared at the blood on her lips, "You will regret coming into this world."

Ning Fengsheng suppressed his trembling: "What if it's not?"

"Then you should be thankful," his voice suddenly became hoarse, as if squeezed out from deep in his chest, "you saved your life."

…

Dusk falls on Rose Manor.

Ning Fengsheng leaned against the terrace and watched the gardener pruning the rose bushes.

The flowers swayed in the morning dew, as if welcoming the return of their owner - if she could still be called an owner.

"The hair and blood samples have been sent for testing." The servant stood three steps behind her. "What would Miss Si like to eat for dinner?"

Ning Fengsheng clearly remembered how Nanchuan Shijue, when he took the lock of hair last night, had wrapped his slender fingers in a towel and deliberately avoided contact with her, as if she were some kind of disgusting pathogen.

She was happy that Nanchuan Shijue did not treat her specially just because she had the same appearance.

But it's hard to hide the loss in my heart...

The crystal chandelier in the restaurant made the silver tableware sparkle.

She knew that there were surveillance cameras hidden in every corner of this manor, and Nanchuan Shijue was scrutinizing her every move through the screen like he was examining a prisoner.

When the maid brought the spicy hot pot, she coughed exaggeratedly: "Please change it, my stomach can't stand spicy food."

In fact, she loves spicy food.

Once, she ignored Nanchuan Shijue for three days because he forbade her to eat hot sauce.

"Miss Si doesn't like spicy food?" asked the servant.

"I like sweets." Her eyelashes didn't even flutter as she lied, and she reached out to take a macaron.

The cloyingly sweet taste exploded on her tongue, and she almost wrinkled her nose. This taste was even more disgusting than the one she remembered.

In the Rose Garden, she ate too much sweets and got acute gastroenteritis.

After that, she was particularly disgusted with this sweet taste...and hardly touched it.

Nanchuan Shijue's knuckles tapped a dangerous rhythm on the table.

He watched Ning Fengsheng's every move through the screen...

Moss didn't miss the disappointment that flashed in the young master's eyes - Miss Ning loves spicy food so much that she could act coquettishly with the young master for half an hour just to have a bowl of hot pot.

And now, this "fake" was pushing away the spicy beef served by the servant with disgust.

"Master, I don't think she looks like Miss Ning." Moss said cautiously.

“…”

"She doesn't have Miss Ning's fair skin, Miss Ning's temperament, Miss Ning's elegance..." Moss tried hard to find the difference between the two, "They just look similar."

Nanchuan Shijue rubbed his brows and switched the picture on the big screen to the Rose Garden.

Why the hell did he waste his time on this woman...

…

Ning Fengsheng felt very uncomfortable while eating dinner. He tried his best to pick out dishes he didn't like and pretended to enjoy it.

After dinner, she took a walk around the manor, saying she wanted to exercise to help digest her food, and the servants didn't stop her.

Revisiting the old place, every place in this manor is engraved with memories, the oil paintings at the corners of the corridors, the parasols by the swimming pool, the glass greenhouse with a constant temperature...

Memories came flooding back.

She didn't want to have any more entanglement with Nanchuan Shijue in her current identity...

He belongs exclusively to Ning Fengsheng, not Si Yin!

Unable to accept the new body and being with Nanchuan Shijue, it was a betrayal to myself.

It turns out that even if another self were to share his love, it wouldn't work.

Ning Fengsheng smiled bitterly. Her possessiveness was as strong as his!

Of course, the bigger reason is that if she recognizes the Nanchuan noble, her life will be in danger.

He did not forget the pursuit of Master Nanchuan, and she escaped death several times.

If something happens to her again, Nanchuan Shijue's heart will not be able to withstand another shock - he will die!

It would be best to keep it this way. Nanchuan Shijue is guarding the sleeping Ning Fengsheng, living peacefully, and the child grows up healthy and happy. She feels very content.

Nanchuan Shijue…I don’t recognize you not because I don’t love you, but precisely because I love you too much…

Ning Fengsheng felt the night wind, tears silently falling.

Love you so much that you can no longer bear any accidents.

Ning Fengsheng was lost in thought. When she came to her senses, she found herself walking towards the study on the third floor.

This is the exclusive territory of Nanchuan Shijue. During the two months he lived in this manor, he stayed in this study to work.

"...His temperature is 37.2 degrees Celsius. The little master drank three servings of formula today and even went out to the garden to bask in the sun this afternoon." The nanny's voice came from the video. "The little master was very energetic today. He played with the rattle for half an hour."

Ning Fengsheng was about to leave, but when he heard these words, his eardrums buzzed and his heart almost stopped beating.

Little Master? He's the baby of her and Nanchuan Shijue—

It's a boy? He's not mad with disappointment?!

Her legs acted faster than her brain!

She approached the study and looked inside through the half-open door.

The jingling of the bell in the rocking crib made her breath stop. On the screen, the delicate baby was wearing a lace dress and a soft hat with a bow. Its chubby little hands were patting the white crib guard and spitting out bubbles of milk.

Nanchuan Shijue put out his cigar and gently stroked the screen with his bony fingers. "The humidifier should be kept at 55% humidity. Don't let him touch the plush toys."

"Master, don't worry. I'll remember your instructions..."

Nanchuan Shijue took out his phone and checked the temperature over there: "Turn up the air conditioner two degrees. The temperature difference between day and night in Beizhou is large."

Moss's eyes curved with joy: "Young Master's eyes are becoming more and more like yours."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Nanchuan Shijue's face darkened——

Moss knew he had said the wrong thing and slapped his own lips: "My words slipped. I meant... she looks like Miss Ning."

Young master, why do you deceive yourself?

The entire Rose Garden knows that this is clearly a young master, yet you insist on raising him as a daughter.

"Call daddy." Nanchuan Shijue ordered the baby who could only babble.

Moss laughed again: "The first word the young master learned must be 'Dad'."

"You're such a mouthful?" Nanchuan Shijue was annoyed, but he stubbornly said to the baby on the screen, "Call me daddy..."

That gentle tone made Ning Fengsheng's heart ache suddenly.

How she wanted to rush in and take a closer look at the baby...

Because of the distance, she couldn't see the baby clearly.

"Who?" A cold question cut through the air.

Nanchuan Shijue turned towards the door, and before Ning Fengsheng could step back, he met those eyes that suddenly froze.