Chapter 252 Ning Fengsheng gave birth to a child for Master Nanchuan

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The next day, Butterfly Cemetery.

Hundreds of black-clad bodyguards stood like sculptures on the mountain path, with one standing between every two white chrysanthemums.

The funeral procession marched to the cemetery.

Ning Fengsheng's hand was held in the palm of Nanchuan Shijue's hand, and he held a black umbrella in his other hand.

The sun was extremely scorching today, and the shadow of the umbrella covered her tightly, so that not even the hem of her skirt was touched by the sun.

Everyone saw that most of Young Master Nanchuan's body was exposed to the scorching sun, and the back of his neck was sunburned red.

"Nanchuan Shijue, come in too." Ning Fengsheng leaned towards him.

"Shut up and look at the road." Nanchuan Shijue looked at the mud puddle under his feet, held her in one arm and carried her over, but the umbrella did not move at all.

"Didn't they say that Young Master Nanchuan has long been tired of Ning Fengsheng?" the cousin in a Chanel suit asked through gritting her teeth.

"Look at his eyes, he doesn't look like he's fed up at all..." The little cousin said jealously.

"This is a grand ceremony, even the funeral of an emperor would be no exaggeration!" Second aunt admired the grand scene.

Young Master Nanchuan spent a fortune, and the funeral procession was extremely grand and luxurious with drums and gongs...

The entire imperial capital knew about the Ning family’s funeral, and the Ning family’s relatives were given enough face.

"Are you thirsty?" Nanchuan Shijue wiped the sweat off the person in his arms and fed her water, his eyes seemed to be glued to her.

The female relatives were so jealous that their faces turned green. Their carefully dressed appearance looked like gaudy clowns next to Ning Fengsheng's plain black dress.

The mountain wind suddenly blew up Ning Fengsheng's hat, and Nanchuan Shijue immediately took off his suit jacket and covered her head with it.

"Chase." He stared at the direction where the hat fell and ordered coldly.

Twenty bodyguards chased the hat...

Five minutes later, Moss bowed and reported, holding the intact hat.

"Stupid girl." Nanchuan Shijue put the hat back on her head and fixed her hair that was messed up by the wind. "Take care of yourself."

"You're holding an umbrella for me... I can't get any sun without a hat."

"Don't you know how strong the sun is?"

"I'm really sick of it. Can Ning Fengsheng have any shame? They're still showing off their affection at grandpa and grandma's funeral..." The eldest cousin gritted her teeth.

"You're trying to kill yourself! What if Young Master Nanchuan hears you?" Auntie slapped her immediately.

The funeral ceremony begins.

As the coffin slowly lowered into the tomb, Ning Fengsheng finally couldn't control his tears and burst into tears.

Nanchuan Shijue immediately took her into his arms and lowered his head to whisper something in her ear.

Ning Fengsheng's ears suddenly turned red, but his tears miraculously stopped.

Pretending, Ning Fengsheng is really good at pretending!

Who doesn't know that Young Master Nanchuan hates women crying the most?

At last year's charity dinner, a popular young actress shed two tears in front of him and was immediately thrown out of the venue.

"Drink some water." Nanchuan Shijue took a crystal bottle from Moss, unscrewed the lid and handed it to Ning Fengsheng's mouth, "You'll become hoarse if you cry too much."

Ning Fengsheng drank a few sips obediently, and Nanchuan Shijue drank from her hand, then frowned: "It's too cold, change it to room temperature."

Several uncles also exchanged glances with each other -

Young Master Nanchuan has severe mysophobia. At a business cocktail party two years ago, the chairman of a certain group accidentally touched his glass, and he even had the entire table replaced on the spot.

At this moment, seeing how protectively Master Nanchuan treated Ning Fengsheng, they regretted it. They should have tried to get closer to him earlier...

In short, throughout the entire funeral, Nanchuan Shijue and Ning Fengsheng were like conjoined twins, and everyone saw the details of how she was taken care of in all aspects.

Everyone finally saw how much she was loved!

Moss directed his bodyguards to bring dozens of boxes, and when they opened the brocade, 9,999 gold ingots sparkled.

"This was folded by our young master himself."

Moss's voice was calm, but it was like a bomb exploding among the crowd.

Father Ning trembled violently. He had never imagined that the cold-blooded business emperor would do such a thing for Ning Fengsheng personally.

When the flames rose, the gold ingots turned into golden butterflies all over the sky.

Nanchuan Shijue took out a brocade bag from the inner pocket of his suit and threw the yellowed photo inside into the fire - it was a childhood photo of Ning Fengsheng with her grandparents. In the photo, she had two dimples when she smiled.

"You keep it..." Ning Fengsheng choked.

"The negatives are in my safe." He pinched the back of her neck. "Our children will need to see them in the future."

This sentence undoubtedly made everyone collapse.

The cousins ​​who had been staring at Nanchuan Shijue almost fainted - a child? Master Nanchuan and Ning Fengsheng had a child?

Father Ning opened his mouth and said, "Master Nanchuan, what do you mean by this? What child..."

All the uncles looked at Nanchuan Shijue nervously——

Ning Fengsheng gave birth to Young Master Nanchuan's child? Did the Nanchuan family acknowledge it?

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

"It's a boy," Moss sneered, as if deliberately trying to give everyone a slap on the head. "Our master has already approved it."

The young master injected himself with an azoospermia injection, and he will never be able to conceive again...

Master Nanchuan had no choice but to acknowledge the child.

"Shengsheng, why didn't you tell Dad?" Father Ning was shocked and ecstatic.

"It's not your turn to be happy. From now on, Miss Ning and you are no longer related as father and daughter. We will have no further relationship." Moss took out a letter of severance and said in a cold voice, "Mr. Ning, please sign it."

Ning Fengsheng looked at Nanchuan Shijue in surprise——

At the funeral where many relatives gathered, he announced these two pieces of news one after another, which was really a decisive move.

Seeing that Ning Fengsheng gave birth to offspring for the Nanchuan family, and they didn’t gain any benefits at all, they wanted to sever ties with her...?

"Shengsheng..." Father Ning's lips trembled.

Moss said sternly, "Young Master has paid off the Ning family's debt for you. You'd better sign this letter of severance obediently, otherwise... Mr. Ning knows the consequences."

"Zhenhua, you can't sign!" Third aunt rushed out and shouted.

"Yes, Shengsheng is our Ning family's child. How can we break off the relationship with her?" The second uncle also refused tremblingly.

"It's just a debt. Our Ning family can pool their money and pay it back to you," suggested the uncle.

"Zhenhua, we are all family. Even if our bones are broken, we are still connected. We will overcome difficulties together..."

Everyone's chattering made Ning Fengsheng's heart as cold as a rock.

This kind of family member who changes with the wind, with a mercenary face...

She didn't want any of them.

"Moss, give me the pen. I'll sign first."

"Shengsheng——!" Father Ning's face was pale, one hand pressed tightly against his chest, and he was about to have a high blood pressure attack.

"Shengsheng, please forgive your father." Aunt Xue suddenly squeezed out of the crowd, crying, "It's all my fault, don't blame him, I'm kneeling here to apologize for you."

As she said this, she plopped down on her knees.

"Shanshan, come here too and kneel down for your sister..."

Ning Shanshan glared at Ning Fengsheng with jealousy. From the moment she saw Nanchuan Shijue at the funeral today, her heart began to soar.