Chapter 3 Look at You

"You've been a fake for so long that you've even forgotten your own weight?" Nanchuan Shijue exhaled a puff of smoke and swept his sharp eyes towards Lin Lacy, as if a knife was cutting through a living person's throat.

"Brother Jue, I just..."

"Now it's your turn to listen, Miss Ning." He pushed Ning Fengsheng away with his palm, put his arm around her slender waist, and placed his five fingers on her belly. "She is carrying the baby you aborted three months ago."

"I'm sorry for you, our baby..."

"Shut up!"

The bodyguards held their breath in fear.

The night was quiet, but this rose garden, filled with the fragrance of flowers, seemed to be emitting a bloody smell...

His expression was darker than the night. "I let you go, and you still dare to get in my way?"

Ning Fengsheng was trembling slightly, his mouth bitter: "I don't want to leave anymore, I regret it..."

He laughed out of anger.

The curled red lips seemed like the devil's cracked and bleeding lips...

“I never hold onto the garbage I throw away.”

After saying that, he hugged the woman and walked towards the villa.

"Have you had dinner? I made some beef bone soup. Would you like to try it?"

"Who allowed you to touch the kitchen?" He loosened his tie, his eyes cold. "Are all the servants dead?" He suddenly grabbed her by the back of the neck and pressed her against the entrance mirror. "Look at you, you bastard."

In the mirror, two faces appear—

Ning Fengsheng has an extremely pure face, beautiful yet fragile.

The eye sockets are red, like a little rabbit that has been ravaged...

It brings out the deepest sadistic desire in people's hearts.

The Nanchuan nobleman had a handsome face, but was full of violence.

He was filled with such evil energy that he looked like an extremely handsome devil.

"Hasn't the benefit you've gained from me been enough? What? Are you still willing to help Gong Ye bring down the entire Nanchuan Group?"

"no……"

Ning Fengsheng really wanted to tell him about what happened before her rebirth, but he was wary of her.

"This is my home, I'm not going anywhere."

Home? Nanchuan Shijue's pupils constricted as he saw her wearing the dress he had given her...

She once disdained to even look at it, saying it was trash and belonged only in the trash can.

Are you finally willing to wear this garbage now?

"If I say this, you will definitely laugh at me... If I say that I suddenly realized that I love you and I don't love Gong Ye anymore..." Ning Fengsheng's wet eyes turned even redder, "Will you believe me?"

Nanchuan Shijue looked at her pitiful appearance and felt a sudden tightness in his heart.

However, his gaze moved down and landed on her left wrist...

There was a very obvious scar there, left by her suicide by cutting her wrists.

She had cut herself so deeply that she bled out of the tub.

She was determined to die, and she almost died...

Holding her covered in blood, that was the first time Ning Fengsheng saw fear in Nanchuan Shijue's eyes.

People like him, who can crush the opponent's throat with their bare hands and roam in the dark jungle, have always been feared by others and terrified by hearing his name.

What has he ever been afraid of?

But he was really scared: Whatever you want, as long as you survive, I will agree to it.

She said: I want to marry Gong Ye, I love him, and I will only be his wife in this life.

She was so cruel to herself, she hit herself so hard...

She was willing to die to force him to let go, but when he finally let go, she refused to leave, saying that she loved him.

"Miss Ning, listen to what you say. How credible is it?" Nanchuan Shijue grinned coldly, "Or are you relying on the love I once showed you to continue to treat me like a fool?"

"Let's make peace, okay? I won't leave again." Ning Fengsheng's eyes were filled with tears, like a little animal that had been made to cry.

She also knew that her sudden change in temperament was ridiculous.

Not only did Lord Nanchuan not believe it, all the servants in the Rose Garden thought she was very strange.

"With your acting skills, it would be a shame if you don't win an Oscar for Best Actress." Nanchuan Shijue's rough fingers gently wiped away her tears.

Did this woman suddenly change her personality? She's like a completely different person.

Even though he knew she was acting, his heart still ached.

"Master, Miss Ning has been cooking this soup for a long time and even cut her finger. Would you like to have a taste?" Moss had already served a bowl over.

Nanchuan Shijue's pupils contracted as he looked at Ning Fengsheng's hand...

She was distracted while cutting vegetables and the blade left a wound on her index finger...

She didn't bandage it much, just put a bandage on it.

Now the wound is being pulled by the violent movement and is bleeding again. The bandage is soaked in blood and is about to fall off.

Noticing his gaze, Ning Fengsheng tore off the bandage and deliberately squeezed the wound: "It's bleeding a little..."

Nanchuan Shijue: “…”

"Are you sure you don't want to eat some? My cooking skills are much better than before."

"You dare to treat me with food that you would feed dogs?" Nanchuan Shijue sneered and overturned the soup bowl.

Ning Fengsheng suddenly thrust his blood-stained finger between his lips, and the bloody, sweet scent exploded on his tongue...

"You taught me... that you have to experience the pain before you can remember it." She spoke in a soft and gentle voice.

The former nobleman of Nanchuan couldn't bear to see her get hurt even a little bit.

Whenever she got bumped or bruised, he would gently lick her wounds...

And at this moment, she clearly saw the heartache in his eyes!

"Looking for death?" Nanchuan Shijue's pupils contracted violently and he suddenly pushed her away.

Ning Fengsheng bumped into the shoe cabinet: "Nanchuan Shijue, stop pretending, I know you still care about me."

"Brother Jue, I'm just hungry. How about eating something?" Lin Leixi broke the deadlock and stroked her belly with one hand. "Besides, the baby is hungry too..."

"Okay, I'll go heat up the food."

"Stop," Nanchuan Shijue stared at her coldly, his eyes distracted and cold. "Are you trying to take advantage of this opportunity to poison me?"

“…”

"Thanks to you, my nightmares every night are the live version of your curettage surgery..." Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were bloodshot, "From now on, without my order, she is not allowed to set foot in the kitchen again!"

Moss responded: "Then these dishes..."

"It's all poured out. Who would dare to eat something that a murderer has touched?"

"There's some porridge warming up in the kitchen. It's made by the cook. Can I get a bowl?"

Nanchuan Shijue sat down on the sofa, a fusion of handsomeness and brutality.

The beauty sat between his legs, and he fed her spoonful by spoonful with a sneer in his eyes, which overlapped with the image of him domineeringly feeding her medicine when she had a high fever that night.

He said that he belonged to her from head to toe, his hands would only hold her, his legs would only let her sit, his lips would only kiss her, and he would only want her child...

Ning Fengsheng's eyes were dim, and his heart felt like it was pierced.

As if just to show her, every movement of Nanchuan Shijue was charming and tender...

There was a sick and sadistic feeling on his handsome face that looked like a sculpture.

"Brother Jue, I'm full. The baby is sleepy now and wants to sleep." Lin Leixi hooked one hand on the man's shoulder, stroked his abdomen and smiled tenderly, "Carry me to the room..."

Nanchuan Shijue only used one hand, and the woman sat sideways in his arms and carried her upstairs.