Chapter 25 I gave him the things I was tired of playing with

Ning Fengsheng was lost in thought when he heard footsteps outside the door. He knew it was the footsteps of Nanchuan Shijue from the sound. He opened the door, glanced at him sharply, closed the door and left.

Ning Fengsheng was hiding in a shadowy corner, so he didn't notice him...

She was very familiar with the sound of his footsteps, after all, they had been together for such a long time.

Judging only from the sound of his footsteps, she knew he was looking for her—

If he can't find the person in each room, he will go to the monitoring room to look for him.

Sure enough, not long after, Moss knocked on the door and came in: "Miss Ning, so you were hiding here..."

"He has something to talk to me about?" Ning Fengsheng clenched the book between his fingers.

"It's okay. You were gone when I woke up this morning. I thought you'd run away again and I spent ages looking for you." Moss smiled awkwardly. "Breakfast is ready downstairs. You didn't eat much yesterday, and you looked so bad. We were all scared."

"Poor condition?"

"The doctor said it was somatization of depression or something... You were completely immersed in your own mental world, couldn't hear us talking, and just sat there like a wooden man." Moss recalled that the young master was scared to death.

Ning Fengsheng had no recollection of last night: "Really? I have no idea."

"The young master has changed a lot. His possessiveness has been restrained. Miss Ning, please make peace with the young master."

Ning Fengsheng opened her mouth. It wasn't that she didn't want to reconcile, it was that he didn't want to reconcile...

Moss sighed, "It's a hereditary disease. Back then, the Madam couldn't stand the Master's torture and chose to commit suicide. If Miss Ning really can't stand the Young Master, don't threaten to commit suicide in front of him."

Ning Fengsheng trembled all over and asked in disbelief, "His mother..."

"After the mistress left, the master went even crazier. His mentality became abnormal, his temperament became eccentric, and he often tortured the young master and the servants... The young master's childhood was really..."

No wonder Nanchuan Shijue refused to let her go even at death and said he would drag her to hell with him...

When he saw her slitting her wrists in the bathtub and attempting suicide, with such fear in her eyes, he decided to let her go.

"His childhood?" Ning Fengsheng had never tried to understand anything about Nanchuan Shijue, including his childhood.

"No more talking. If the young master knew I was so talkative, he would punish me again. Miss Ning, please go downstairs and eat."

Ning Fengsheng felt heavy-hearted and had no appetite at all.

After hearing what I just said, I lost my appetite even more...

"The young master is still waiting in the restaurant."

"Okay, I'll go."

…

Nanchuan Shijue sat at the other end of the long table, financial newspapers covering his poisonous eyes.

Ning Fengsheng had just sat down when he saw a small pile of wedding invitations at his seat...

The red rose is engraved in gold, which is a very unique design.

"If you want to pretend to be on a hunger strike, go for it." He shook the newspaper, and the lead-type headline "Nanchuan Group Acquires Remaining Ning Shares" just covered her pale face. "Or did my wedding invitation whet Miss Ning's appetite?"

“…”

"You're holding the fork upside down. Are you trying to be a three-year-old idiot and trend on the internet?"

Ning Fengsheng ate a few mouthfuls of porridge in silence. A lot of words came to his mind, but he didn't know how to ask them.

When Nanchuan Shijue was holding the teacup with his long fingers, he seemed to have accidentally turned the turntable over.

Sweet and sour pork ribs and red date chicken soup were slowly passing by.

Moss noticed this action very shrewdly and stepped forward to say, "Miss Ning, don't just drink the porridge. Have some red date chicken soup to warm your stomach."

"Thanks, Moss."

"This sweet and sour pork ribs is also your favorite flavor. Would you like to try it?"

Ning Fengsheng picked up a piece and tasted it: "It still has the same old taste, delicious."

"How dirty," he loosened his tie, his Adam's apple rolling as she swallowed, "even stray dogs know to go home for dinner."

The morning breeze lifted a corner of the newspaper, and his pupils contracted under the headline "Genetic Probability of Mental Illness".

Ning Fengsheng's fingertips hovered above the wine cooler, and the turntable immediately turned. He heard his mocking voice: "Want to drink? A begging dog should kneel to receive the bowl. Didn't Gong Ye teach you that?"

Wasn't this man reading a newspaper? It seemed as if he had eyes on his head, watching her every move.

"I didn't want to drink, I was just thirsty."

The walnut dew on the plate appeared before my eyes.

Ning Fengsheng chewed the food slowly. There was still a lot of food on the plate, but she felt full after eating a short while.

"Eat it all, then you'll have the energy to continue hating me."

"I don't hate you..."

Nanchuan Shijue gave a nonchalant sneer until a shadow darkened before his eyes and Ning Fengsheng sat on his lap.

His hands crumpled the newspaper, and his dark blue pupils stared at her intently.

Ning Fengsheng looked at the red bloodshot under his eyes. He obviously didn't sleep well the night before. His beard was unshaven and his hair was messy.

Ning Fengsheng's fingertips trembled slightly as she held his face: "Let's not quarrel anymore, okay..."

“…”

"Don't always use such harsh words to hurt me. It makes me feel uncomfortable."

Nanchuan Shijue's jaw was tensed into a stiff curve.

"I know...you're feeling bad too. Can't we just make peace?"

Moss almost cried with joy... He thought the young master would be abandoned forever by Miss Ning, but she...

Nanchuan Shijue gave her a deep look and asked, "Is the neckline open to the chest line waiting for Gong Ye to give you the room card?"

Ning Fengsheng's eyes were red, and he really didn't know how to deal with him.

"Get away and don't talk to me... The bacteria in your lungs are dirtier than the Gong family's account books." Nanchuan Shijue pinched her jaw and forcefully turned her face away.

Seeing this, Moss immediately eased the atmosphere and turned the plate of food over: "Miss Ning, please eat more."

"Pour it out." Nanchuan Shijue suddenly overturned her food plate. "Are you addicted to pretending to be sick?"

He pinched her chin and poured her a cup of soy milk. Seeing her choking and coughing, he licked the soy milk with a wicked smile, "Aren't you still breathing?"

"The Noble of Nanchuan—" Ning Fengsheng was really angry.

"I've contacted someone from the Gong family to pick you up." Nanchuan Shijue said coldly, "Tell Mr. Gong that I've given him the things I'm tired of playing with. Ask him to get a higher-end item next time."

Ning Fengsheng felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes filled with despair...

Her eyes were like a small hand grabbing his heart.

He frowned and turned his face away, pulling her off his lap. He flicked the dust off his pants, saying, "Take a copy of the invitation. If you come on the wedding day, I'd love to hear from you."

"Master—" Moss stammered.

But he was frightened by the sinister look from Nanchuan Shijue and shut up.

"Miss Lin's dress, don't you need me to design it?"

"Your level is too low, this job is not yours."

"You... why did you suddenly change your mind..."

"It must be that Miss Ning's depression last night scared the young master. He's afraid that if he keeps you in Rose Garden, you'll get even sicker."