Chapter 241 Shengsheng is back...

Ning Fengsheng stumbled on the slippery bluestone path, his heart beating violently in his chest.

After turning the third corner and passing through a cypress forest, the familiar black marble tombstone stood there quietly.

"Mom..." Her knees slammed heavily on the wet and cold grass, and her fingers trembled as she stroked the smiling photo of her mother on the tombstone. "It's Shengsheng who's back..."

Tears burst out and she lay in front of her mother's grave and cried loudly.

All the disguised strength collapsed at this moment.

She is not only Ning Fengsheng who lost her grandmother, but also Ning Fengsheng who stood in front of Nanchuan Shijue but could not recognize him.

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In the evening, a long line of cars drove into the rose garden.

Nanchuan Shijue flipped through the funeral procedures, personally reviewing each one...

Moss said, "Master, the funeral will be held at the Ning family. This is what Mr. Ning wanted... After all, the old man has traditional ideas..."

Nanchuan Shijue rubbed his brows and threw the funeral plan to him: "Supervise the whole process."

"Master, don't worry. We will follow the highest protocol. You've been busy all day with Old Madam Ning's affairs. Eat something first."

Nanchuan Shijue walked into the villa and glanced at it irritably: "Where is she?"

The servant looked a little nervous: "Master, Miss Si has been locking herself in her room since she came back from the hospital. She refused to eat and didn't even touch a grain of rice for lunch."

Nanchuan Shijue frowned even tighter, with a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes: "No matter what method is used, she must be allowed to eat."

"But, Master," another servant said cautiously, "Miss Si went out at three in the afternoon, saying she wanted to go for a walk around the neighborhood, and she hasn't returned yet."

Nanchuan Shijue's handsome face was immediately covered with frost, and a subtle worry was revealed in his deep eyes: "When?"

"Three o'clock in the afternoon, it's already past six o'clock." The servant's voice trembled, and he didn't dare to look directly into the cold eyes of Nanchuan Shijue.

Moss soothed him, "Don't worry, Master. I'll call Miss Si right away."

He took out his cell phone and quickly dialed the number, but only a cold prompt tone came from the other end of the line.

Nanchuan Shijue loosened his tie and said, "What are you still standing there for? Find it!"

All of Rose Garden was mobilized at once.

A large number of bodyguards were quickly dispatched and divided into several groups to conduct searches in nearby parks, shopping malls, and streets.

Nanchuan Shijue went upstairs and took "Ning Fengsheng" to bathe and wash himself, then went to the nursery to feed the little guy.

It was completely dark, and Ning Fengsheng was still nowhere to be found.

Moss retrieved the surveillance footage of all sections of the road. In the footage, after Ning Fengsheng left the Rose Garden, he stopped a taxi. The car drove all the way to the suburbs, and then drove into a section of road without surveillance. Ning Fengsheng disappeared without a trace.

Moss's forehead was covered in sweat, and his voice trembled a little: "Master, Miss Si has no relatives or friends in Beizhou Country. Where could she have gone?"

Nanchuan Shijue stared intently at the surveillance video...

Suburbs? That direction...

His pupils suddenly dilated, and a place flashed through his mind: "She's there."

The convoy was like a long black dragon, speeding through the night.

When they arrived at Butterfly Cemetery, the entire cemetery was shrouded in darkness and the silence was heart-wrenching.

Only the occasional sound of wind rustled the white chrysanthemums in front of the tomb.

Moss looked at the gloomy surroundings and whispered, "Master, are we mistaken? Why would Miss Si come to the cemetery for no reason?"

Nanchuan Shijue glanced at him coldly: "Shut up."

"Didn't Miss Si say she was afraid of the dark... Miss Ning is also afraid of the dark... Young Master must have made a mistake..."

Everyone walked into the cemetery cautiously, and the moonlight shone through the sparse branches, casting mottled shadows.

Suddenly, a figure curled up on the grass beside a tombstone came into view.

Ning Fengsheng's long hair was scattered messily on her shoulders, her white skirt was covered with mud, tears were streaming down her face, her eyes were closed, and she fell into a coma.

Moss stared at the scene in shock, countless questions welling up in his mind: This is Miss Ning's mother's tomb, how did Miss Si end up here? She really is Miss Ning!

Nanchuan Shijue's eyes instantly became gentle and distressed. He took off his suit jacket and gently wrapped it around the woman.

When he leaned over and held her in his arms, she was startled and opened her eyes slightly——

When she saw the familiar face of Nanchuan Shijue, she immediately relaxed her guard, and her trembling body was filled with peace of mind.

"Nanchuan Shijue, I had a nightmare again..." She habitually rubbed against his arms like a kitten, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Her nightmare was so horrible, she dreamed that her grandma had passed away...it had to be a nightmare, right...

Nanchuan Shijue's eyes turned red instantly, his Adam's apple rolled, and his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

He held Ning Fengsheng in his arms and walked towards the car with firm steps.

The temperature difference between day and night in Beizhou is extremely large, especially in this cemetery located on the mountain, where the cold wind is biting.

Ning Fengsheng's body was cold, so as soon as he got in the car, he immediately turned up the heating.

Nanchuan Shijue held the person in his arms and gazed at her sleeping face with his eyes lowered.

Looking at the mess of tear marks on her face and her swollen eyes, his heart was broken.

"Young Master, is she really Miss Ning?" Moss stared at Ning Fengsheng the whole way, trembling with disbelief.

Nanchuan Shijue gave him a terrifying look.

Moss immediately put his hands up to cover his eyes: "No more looking... Master, I still need my eyes."

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"She really is Miss Ning, oh my god..." Moss pinched himself hard, "I was saying, the first time I saw her I thought she looked like Miss Ning, not just in appearance..."

All of Miss Lenovo's abnormal behavior can be explained.

Nanchuan Shijue just hugged the person tighter, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

Back at Rose Garden, the servants breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the young master returning safely with Miss Si in his arms.

Moss dismissed the bodyguards who were still searching.

The light from the Rose Garden hurt Ning Fengsheng's eyes.

She found herself dazedly placed on a chair in the dining room, with Nanchuan Shijue sitting opposite her, staring at her with his hawk-like eyes.

"Eat." He pushed over a bowl of steaming soup, his command brief and firm.

Ning Fengsheng shook his head subconsciously: "I don't want to eat."

"Do you want to starve to death in my house?" Nanchuan's voice suddenly dropped, and his knuckles tapped a dangerous rhythm on the table.

Moss kept looking at her with a strange look. "Miss Si, you're almost frozen. Have a bowl of soup to warm your stomach."

"I have no appetite..." She repeated stubbornly, but shrank back the moment she met the man's eyes.

There were emotions in those eyes that she couldn't read, and something more complicated was hidden beneath the coldness.