Chapter 269: Nanchuan Shijue doesn't let her see the child

Nanchuan Shijue: “…”

Moss: ???

He finally understood that the young master was willing to be beaten just to see Miss Ning.

But the young master never dared to touch a hair on the young master's head...let alone hit him.

A nameless anger surged from the bottom of his heart, Nanchuan Shijue pulled his legs out and strode away.

"Wow--!!! Daddy is bad! Bad daddy! I hate daddy! I want Sisi! Sisi--!!!"

Nanchuan Shijue walked into the study and slumped into a high-backed leather chair.

He closed his eyes, the cigar between his fingers burning with a faint red light, the smoke blurring his handsome but taut profile.

The dull pain in my chest did not ease, but instead became heavier and heavier with the continuous and heart-wrenching crying.

If it were any other man, he would have beaten him up long ago, but this time it was his son!

He raised his hand and pressed hard on his stuffy chest. This broken heart was also torturing him.

The lethality of the little guy's crying continued to escalate.

Moss was so anxious that he kept comforting her...

The young master loves the little master the most. Even if the little master wants the moon in the sky, the young master will pick it down.

But today, he was unmoved by the young master's wailing.

Nanchuan Yusen was crying when he suddenly remembered something and reached into his pocket - he wanted to call Sisi to complain!

After searching for a long time, my pockets were empty.

"My phone is missing!" Nanchuan Yusen jumped up anxiously, "Who hid my phone? Was it Dad? Dad is so insidious——!"

He became even more desperate when he couldn't find his phone.

The young master cried for a full half hour, his voice became hoarse, and he sounded particularly pitiful.

When the servants brought breakfast, they all fell to the ground.

"I don't want to eat it! I don't want to eat it! Take it all away!" Nanchuan Yusen's voice was hoarse because of his continuous crying.

The harsh sound of porcelain breaking was accompanied by the servant's suppressed scream.

"Bang—crash—!"

The sumptuous breakfast and exquisite bone china tableware were violently knocked to the ground by a brute force.

Milk, juice, fried eggs, toast...it was a mess, spreading all over the carpet.

"From today on! I won't eat anymore! I'd rather starve to death... wuwuwu... No one loves me anyway... Sisi... I miss Sisi..."

The little devil stood in the mess, his little chest heaving violently, crying hoarsely and shouting the most resolute declaration, his tears falling like beads with broken strings.

…

Moss pushed the door open.

The light in the study was dim, and the heavy curtains were half drawn.

Nanchuan Shijue was sunk in the large leather chair, facing the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window is a well-tended but deserted garden, a gloomy green.

He stroked the golden pocket watch in his hand. Inside the case was a photo of Ning Fengsheng...

When he heard footsteps, he immediately put the pocket watch into the drawer and locked it.

"Master...it's me." Moss said anxiously, "The young master is making too much trouble. The child has a personality like yours, so stubborn that even ten cows can't pull him back. If he keeps crying like this, refusing to eat or drink...he'll get sick..."

“…”

"Miss Si just returned to China and won't be staying for many days. Let the young master meet her..."

The study fell into dead silence.

Only the faint red light of the cigar flickered between Nanchuan Shijue's fingers, like a dying spark.

"You promised Miss Ning that you would take good care of the young master." Moss choked.

These words, like a poisoned needle, pierced Nanchuan Shijue's heart.

The surging bitterness and sharp pain rushed out madly.

Ning Fengsheng...

This name has run through his mind countless times.

Three years. More than a thousand days and nights.

She walked away without looking back, throwing him away like a bag of garbage without hesitation.

Now that you've left, why come back again?

She gave her smile, tenderness and love to that little brat without reservation!

Why?

Just because it was his offspring? Could he just bypass him and give everything that belonged to him to this "sinister bastard"?

He is her man! He always has been! He must always be!

She owes him more than just these three years.

She owes him a lifetime!

Nanchuan Shijue took a deep drag on his cigar, the acrid smoke choking his lungs, bringing a burning sensation that was almost self-torturing: "...Let him eat."

Moss was very excited: "Master! You mean..."

"Get lost." Nanchuan Shijue leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and hid his handsome face, which was almost distorted by frustration, in the dim light and shadow.

Moss trotted out of the study—

"Young Master, Master agrees! As long as you eat well, you can go see Miss Si right away!"

The little devil Nanchuan Yusen, who was lying on the ground and crying hard just a second ago, miraculously "resurrected".

On the way to meet Ning Fengsheng, Nanchuan Yusen kept looking out the car window, his little face full of anticipation.

The moment the slender figure in a beige dress sitting on a white wicker chair outdoors came into view, his small body suddenly straightened up.

"Sisi!"

A cry with a crying tone penetrated the car window.

Before the car stopped, Nanchuan Yusen pushed open the door like a small cannonball and rushed out without caring about anything!

"Baby!" Ning Fengsheng instinctively squatted down and opened his arms.

Nanchuan Yusen threw himself into her arms and rubbed against her like a little puppy that had suffered a grievance.

"What's wrong?" Ning Fengsheng looked down and was immediately heartbroken.

The little guy's eyes were swollen like walnuts and red, and it was obvious that he had been crying for a long time.

Nanchuan Yusen complained aggrievedly: "Daddy is a bad guy! Daddy is bad! He is mean to me! He locked me up and didn't let me out to see you, and he even secretly took my cell phone! I miss Sisi so much that my heart aches!... Woo woo woo..."

Ning Fengsheng frowned, feeling a tightness in his chest.

Nanchuan Shijue doesn't let her see the child?

This time they met again, his attitude was cold and distant, and it was obvious that he didn't want to see her again...

She knew she shouldn't have come back and didn't want to disturb his life, but the little guy came to her on his own.

"I don't want to go home," he said, feeling sadder and sadder. Tears welled up in his eyes again, and his little hands clutched Ning Fengsheng's clothes tightly. "I want to be with Sisi forever."

Ning Fengsheng held the little guy and kept comforting him: "It's okay, don't cry. Daddy is worried about you too."

"...Daddy said...this is the last time...letting the baby see Sisi...wu..."

Ning Fengsheng's face turned pale. The last time?

Nanchuan Shijue, are you so impatient to sever the connection between us that you won't even let me see the child?

Pain surged in her chest, and tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the desperate and sad face of the little guy in front of her.

Thinking back to the night she left three years ago...