Chapter 22 I Want to Reserve a Joint Burial Space

Ning Fengsheng knelt with his legs stiff, his forehead resting on the cold stone tablet, his murmurs dispersing with the white mist in the cold April wind...

The gravekeeper stepped on the rotten leaves, making a rustling sound, and saw the girl take out a handkerchief and wipe her mother's portrait.

"I want to reserve a joint burial space." She took off the jewel necklace from her neck and handed it over. "A double urn that can accommodate my mother and me..."

The gravekeeper stroked the jewels and said, "I'm afraid this requires Mr. Ning's consent..."

"My dad is already married and has a new wife!"

"But according to the rules..."

"Add more money." Ning Fengsheng took off the jewelry chain on her hand. Tears hung on her eyelashes, but the corners of her mouth raised a perfect arc. "Or... build me into the cement seal."

The gravekeeper looked at her in surprise, thinking that she was the first person to propose such a rule.

"You can choose a new cemetery at a much better price."

"I just want to be buried with my mother, and not let anyone find me." Ning Fengsheng took out a piece of paper and wrote down his contact information, as if signing some kind of death contract. "After this is done, I will pay you another five million."

When the last rays of sunlight disappeared, Ning Fengsheng buried his face in the depression of his mother's tombstone.

Tears flowed down my cheeks and seeped into my lips, the bitter taste was just like the bowl of birth control pills I had that morning...

She finally understood that death is the last resort for people with depression.

…

Nanchuan Shijue is full of violent genes.

He unbuttoned his shirt, his entire body emitting the violent aroma of whiskey. When Moss reported for the eighth time that "Ms. Ning's phone was off," he finally flew into a rage and smashed the glass to the ground!

Moss hesitated, "Will Miss Ning... not come back?"

Nanchuan Shijue sneered: "If she dares to die outside, I will scatter the ashes of her entire family into the moat."

A petite figure is approaching in the rainstorm.

At dawn, she floated into the rose garden like a wandering soul, silently, alone, and covered with rain stains.

Nanchuan Shijue stared at her dejected figure returning to Rose Garden from the railing on the second floor, his Adam's apple rolling as he swallowed all the questions - she walked straight into the studio on the second floor!

Ning Fengsheng locked himself in the room for the entire day and refused to open the door no matter who knocked.

"Miss Ning hasn't eaten all day..." Moss said worriedly.

"Then let her starve. At least she won't starve to death."

"I saw she looked very bad when she came back."

"Go away, I don't want to hear a word about her!"

Moss sighed, and soon after he left, he heard a roar—

"Ning Fengsheng!" The sound of Nanchuan Shijue pounding on the door was deafening, and the sandalwood door reflected his distorted face.

She was locked up for eight hours and seventeen minutes without eating a single grain of rice.

He listened attentively to the rustling sound of the pencil scraping across the paper. She was still breathing heavily, still drawing... It seemed his worries were completely unnecessary! Ha... He turned to leave, but he couldn't resist the pain in his heart!

Bang! He kicked the door open!

The morning light penetrated the stained glass, and Ning Fengsheng leaned over a table full of design drafts...

There were water stains among the scattered drawings, the edges of the swollen palm print on her right cheek were purple, and the black thorns stained by mascara stained her eye sockets.

"Pretending to be dead?" Nanchuan Shijue pinched her chin and sneered, but his pupils suddenly shrank when he touched her hot skin.

There were fresh cuts on his wrists, wounds that he had once thought were threats and were now oozing blood.

I heard that depression can lead to self-harm...

The gap in the scar was added on top of the scar where she had cut her wrists, and it was definitely not cut by someone else.

Ning Fengsheng curled up and trembled in a coma: "Mom..."

The doctor stood at the door with his medical kit, not daring to go in.

Nanchuan Shijue ripped open her high-necked shirt, and her breathing suddenly stopped! Damn, the purple pinch marks and dark red kiss marks on her neck were intertwined, like a rotten mandala. The charming scene from the previous night was vivid in her mind...

He tore off her damp clothes and saw many scars on her body. His heart suddenly felt suffocated!

"Find out." He wrapped her in his arms, his voice venomous, "Whoever slapped her, chop off the hand that touched her."

Ning Fengsheng heard the devil whispering in his dream, but he could not hear anything because his ear was facing her deaf ear.

"Do you think you'll be able to see your mother after you die?" Nanchuan Shijue held the cemetery transfer agreement close to her ear, his voice so gentle it made her shudder. "I bought the entire Butterfly Cemetery. Do you think I'll move her grave to my backyard?"

Ning Fengsheng frowned, her mumbling voice muffled by his hot lips...

Seeing the empty space around her neck, he took the necklace and tied it on, the diamond letters S&J sparkling.

Nanchuan Shijue licked and kissed her and chuckled: "Even if you go to hell, you must bear the mark of Nanchuan."

When Ning Fengsheng opened his eyes, he seemed to be blind, his eyes were empty and his body was stiff and motionless.

The doctor said she was suffering from a depression attack. When patients are depressed, they will experience some physical symptoms, and some will develop somatization disorders. Different people have different symptoms, and it is impossible to find a clear physiological cause through medical examinations.

However, the condition suddenly became serious, which must have been caused by emotional stimulation.

…

Nanchuan Shijue carried Ning Fengsheng downstairs, and Lin Lacy was kneeling on the floor of the restaurant wiping it.

"Get out of the way!" The man raised his leg and kicked the man aside. "Don't block the road."

Ning Fengsheng was held in his arms, but he seemed like a puppet that couldn't move.

Lin Leixi was wearing a servant's uniform, hunched over and crawling backwards on her knees.

This scene was the same as when Ning Fengsheng was punished before.

"Would you like French baked snails or pan-fried foie gras?" Nanchuan Shijue carried Ning Fengsheng to a seat, stroking her cheek with his fingers, asking a question that was impossible to get a response.

She hasn't removed her makeup yet, and her face is still swollen...

The more I look at it, the more annoying it becomes.

Lin Leixi came in with a silver ice bucket, and Nanchuan Shijue suddenly knocked on the red wine glass: "The wine temperature is 0.5 degrees higher."

"Don't be angry, Sir. I'll go change it right away..." When Lin Leixi turned around, he deliberately dropped a plate of cherries on the ground.

Nanchuan Shijue's icy voice resounded: "Crawl and pick it up."

Lin Leixi was so scared that she knelt on the ground and picked cherries on the ground like a dog.

When she crawled to Nanchuan Shijue's feet, he crushed the back of her hand with his shoe.

Of course, all the humiliation Ning Fengsheng had suffered in the past would have to happen again.

Lin Leixi's hand was trembling from being stepped on, and her face was pale with pain. "Sir, it was all my fault yesterday afternoon. I shouldn't have stopped them... I really didn't slap Miss Ning. If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance. I just said a few words to her..."

Lin Leixi could only teach Ning Fengsheng a lesson under the watchful eyes of the Nanchuan nobleman.

But this time she carried him on her back... and crossed the line.

They hit Ning Fengsheng's face, and it was so swollen. That was what Nanchuan Shijue cared about the most.

Moreover, according to the doctor's examination, the right eardrum was ruptured, which almost caused deafness.