Chapter 272 Miss Si... is at the airport

Disbelief and despair flashed across the little guy's eyes. He pursed his lips and turned his head away.

"I don't want my dad anymore... I want to go with Sisi..."

He seemed to have made up his mind. He turned his back and groped for the cell phone under the pillow with his small hands.

Nanchuan Shijue's heart suddenly tightened...

That heartless woman doesn't want him anymore, and this damn guy is leaving too.

He raised her for three years, and Ning Fengsheng just snapped his fingers and ran away!

"You want to go with her, do you think she will want you?" He said harshly, turned around and strode away.

The moment he feared most finally came.

She had been deceiving herself. Ning Fengsheng loved him, but she loved freedom more. She had her own reasons and difficulties for not wanting him.

But if Ning Fengsheng wants this son...

He will go crazy.

He didn't dare to listen to the answer, locked himself in the study, and opened the wine cabinet...

…

Moss stood at the door of the study. The man's low breathing inside came through the gap, carrying a suffocating feeling of oppression.

"Master, the young master's temperature has risen again."

Nanchuan Shijue stood with his back to the camera, his silver-gray silk shirt outlining the smooth lines of his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Hearing this, his fingers on the windowsill suddenly tightened: "She wants him?"

"Her? You mean Miss Si?" Moss was stunned. "She...didn't agree to come."

Nanchuan Shijue's heart, which had been throbbing with pain, suddenly calmed down: "Didn't agree?"

"Yeah, the young master was crying so pitifully, but Miss Si still said she couldn't come because she had something else to do..." Moss's voice became even lower. "I checked the flight information. Miss Si... is at the airport. She should be returning to Country Z."

With a "buzz" sound, Nanchuan Shijue's mind went blank.

He turned around slowly, his handsome face, as if carefully carved by God, had no expression, only his deep eyes, which were surging with a terrifying storm.

Under the high nose bridge, the thin lips were pressed into a cold and hard straight line, and the jaw line was as tense as a steel wire that could break at any time.

Should he be surprised? He wasn't the only one left behind.

Haha, Nanchuan Yusen has also suffered the same treatment!

She is about to board the plane.

When her son had a high fever and was crying for her, she actually boarded the plane to leave——

"Leave?" His words were icy. "Are you in such a hurry to leave? Don't you even care about that kid's life or death?"

"Uh... Miss Si doesn't know that the young master has a high fever."

The little guy was delirious with fever and just kept crying on the phone, wanting to see Sisi...

"How about I call Miss Si and explain it clearly?"

Nanchuan Shijue didn't say anything, but just raised his hand to loosen his tie.

Moss knew that this meant tacit consent.

The moment the call was connected, Nanchuan Shijue's ears pricked up subconsciously.

He heard Moss anxiously saying, "The young master is delirious due to the fever," and "He hasn't had a sip of water since this morning." He also heard Ning Fengsheng's panicked, tearful voice on the other end of the line.

"Send me the address and I'll be there right away."

Nanchuan Shijue's heartstrings broke again, and he poured a glass of whiskey and drank it all in one gulp.

The spicy liquid burned my throat, but it couldn't suppress the sourness that was surging in my heart.

After all, she still cared about that boy. In this care, was there any reason for her to stay for him?

As soon as this thought came to mind, he ruthlessly suppressed it, and in return he felt even more irritated.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped inside the carved iron gate of Nanchuan Mansion.

Ning Fengsheng got out of the car carrying a suitcase. Her high heels made crisp sounds as they stepped on the white marble driveway, and every step seemed to step on her tense nerves.

She looked up at the palace-like mansion in front of her and felt suffocated.

Reason told her that she should not appear in front of Nanchuan Shijue again and disturb the peaceful life of their father and son...

But emotionally, she couldn't just leave Nanchuan Yusen alone...

"Ms. Si, please come this way." Moss led the way respectfully. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her take out a champagne-colored silk scarf from her bag and carefully cover half of her face.

"Moss," Ning Fengsheng asked with a panicked look in his eyes, "Is the Prince of Nanchuan... also home?"

"The young master is handling official business in the study," Moss led her to the main building. "I didn't dare inform him. You know, the young master treats people who disturb his work..."

Ning Fengsheng nodded, his fingertips clenching the corners of the silk scarf. "Don't tell him. I'll take a look at Sen Sen and leave as soon as he's willing to take the medicine. I won't cause him any trouble."

Ning Fengsheng walked lightly as he passed through the ten-meter-high hall.

The dome's murals depict the feast of the gods, and the crystal chandeliers sparkle.

A shadow fell from the spiral staircase.

Nanchuan Shijue was walking down the stairs with his left hand in his trouser pocket.

Ning Fengsheng's blood seemed to freeze instantly!

She stopped abruptly, frozen in place as if under a spell.

I didn't dare to look up, and I wanted to bury my whole face in the scarf.

The footsteps are getting closer.

A familiar, aggressive, cold breath, mixed with the smell of tobacco, instantly enveloped her.

That was the aura that belonged exclusively to the Nanchuan Spyker, domineeringly invading her senses and awakening deeply buried memories...

Her breathing stopped and her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, almost bursting out.

That figure with a strong presence is approaching...

Ning Fengsheng wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide, and the suitcase at his feet seemed out of place -

His body was tensed to the limit, waiting for that cold, angry question!

He was even prepared to be carried out by bodyguards in the next second.

However, that cold and sharp gaze only stayed on her for a few seconds.

It was like looking at an insignificant, eyesore, with undisguised indifference and...disgust.

Then, the gaze drifted away lightly, as if she was just a piece of air not worth wasting a bit of attention.

Ning Fengsheng froze in place, listening to the footsteps disappear at the end of the corridor.

The dark haute couture suit perfectly fits his broad shoulders and slender waist. His steps are steady and powerful, with a natural arrogance and alienation.

He...didn't recognize her?

Nanchuan Shijue once said that he could smell her fragrance just a few steps away.

Even if you throw her in a crowd, you can still recognize her at a glance.

So... he didn't intend to recognize her? After all, they had agreed to be strangers.

Ning Fengsheng smiled bitterly in his heart. Three years of longing, Nanchuan Shijue... You know how much I want to see you...

When we met again, I didn't even dare to look into his eyes.

Moss reminded in a low voice: "Miss Si, let's go."

Ning Fengsheng woke up as if from a dream and left as if escaping.

What she didn't know was that the man at the end of the corridor was looking at her from behind through the gap between the pillars...

…

The air conditioning in the study was turned up high, and Nanchuan Shijue was tense like a bow.

He was shaking unconsciously as he gripped the armrests of his chair.

Damn, all the muscles in my body are out of control.