Chapter 6: Do you like serving others so much?

The restaurant was filled with a sumptuous breakfast, and Moss explained that these were nutritious meals prepared for pregnant women.

Nanchuan Shijue's face looked very bad, and he could smell the scent of that woman just by breathing...

Even the aroma of food can't overpower her taste!

Oh, he was really poisoned by her and became seriously ill!

Nanchuan Shijue used a silver knife to lift a strand of Lin Lacy's curly hair and glanced at the woman who was wiping the floor.

"Hasn't Moss taught you?" His voice was cold and devoid of any warmth. "Servants should kneel in the shadows."

Ning Fengsheng was stunned. Her white and tender hands, which had never done any work before, were now holding a rag...

Nanchuan Shijue caught a glimpse of her figure from the corner of his eye, and a surge of inconsolable anger welled up in his chest.

Would she rather be a servant than stay by his side? For that palace dog, she is really willing to sacrifice herself!

The silver spoon Lin Leixi was using to stir the bird's nest bowl suddenly fell to the ground. "Oops. Miss Ning, can you help me pick it up?"

Nanchuan Shijue said coldly: "Are you deaf?"

When Ning Fengsheng reached out to pick it up, his voice became even colder: "Inferior people should use inferior methods to pick it up, pick it up like a dog."

Ning Fengsheng thought he had misheard and stared at Nanchuan Shijue in disbelief...

The man who once wanted to praise her to the sky, now treats her like a dog?

"Are you feeling wronged? If you can't stand it, you can get out anytime!" He stared at the annoying water light.

“…”

"What are you still standing there for? Get out!"

Ning Fengsheng said nothing and went to the dining table with the silver spoon in his mouth.

Nanchuan Shijue's heart hurt so much that it felt like it was being beaten to pieces...ha.

He suddenly grabbed her long hair and pulled her in front of him: "Feed me."

She was so close to him, he could smell her body fragrance...

The fragrance instantly stirred his thoughts, and he remembered that she once hung soft and fragrant in his arms.

How sweet it was then, how painful it is now!

Ning Fengsheng held her breath, holding the red wine glass and tremblingly feeding it to his lips...

The red juice rolled down his Adam's apple and dripped onto the lace collar of her maid outfit...

"If you can't even feed her red wine properly, what else can you do, Miss Ning?" Nanchuan Shijue sneered and grabbed her wrist.

"I will learn..." she whispered, "If you like me feeding you like this, I will learn it from now on, okay?"

Nanchuan Shijue's handsome face was frozen, and he stared at her with a serious look, with a hint of weirdness in his expression.

A look of jealousy flashed across Lin Leixi's eyes——

Ning Fengsheng was almost sitting on Young Master Nanchuan's lap, feeding him red wine and wiping his mouth, behaving so intimately.

"Brother Jue, her hair is so beautiful. I want a placemat made of her hair."

Nanchuan Shijue came back to his senses: "Cut."

Ning Fengsheng's eyes widened——

This man once loved her thick black hair the most. Her hair was well-maintained and waist-length. He would personally supervise every trimming and would not allow her to trim even a little more. He loved to play with her hair with his fingers.

Lin Leixi took the scissors and started cutting...

"Cut more." His hair fell onto the plate, and his voice was cold. "You look most beautiful as a dog."

Ning Fengsheng closed his eyes and let himself be cut like a doll being played with.

Nanchuan Shijue suddenly lost his appetite, and a bloodthirsty light flashed across his eyes.

Lin Leixi wisely put down the scissors. She was not convinced, so she cut a little. Ning Fengsheng's hair was so thick and abundant that it was hard to see. "Brother Jue, I want to eat shrimp."

"peel."

Ning Fengsheng bent down to peel the shrimp.

"A servant should kneel and serve his master at meals." He loosened his tie, each verbal attack hitting home. "Or... do you miss being a bed slave more?"

"Nanchuan Shijue, just consider it as something I owe you... I'm paying you back."

Ning Fengsheng bent his body and knelt down suddenly, but he looked up and smiled with a faint dimple.

Nanchuan Shijue's back was stiff and tense. This woman would rather die than bend for him, and now she kneels down...

It was as if he had become a different person overnight.

"Do you think you've paid me back now? Ning Fengsheng, you owe me a life!"

"Brother Jue, my feet hurt..." Lin Leixi raised one foot.

"Didn't you hear? Rub her feet."

Ning Fengsheng drooped her long eyelashes slightly, held up Lin Laxi's feet, and gently pressed on her ankles.

"Miss Ning, be careful." Lin Leixi suddenly knocked over the seafood porridge, "Oh, Brother Jue, your trouser legs are stained with porridge..."

Nanchuan Shijue suddenly pulled her long hair and pressed her against the chair leg: "You like to act virtuous so much?" He pried open her lips and stuffed the leg of his trousers into her mouth, "Lick it clean."

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The torture continued throughout the day, with always new humiliations.

Ning Fengsheng had long known that Nanchuan Shijue was a cold-blooded and ruthless demon, and his tenderness was only for her...

It was she who shattered this tenderness with her own hands.

So now he turns into a crazy devil in order to take revenge on her.

He hated her—

She could clearly feel the hatred raging in his chest.

He hated her to death, so in the three years before his rebirth, he never appeared in front of her once. He would never forgive her!

Then why, when she died, did he frantically dig up her grave and give her his heart...

Lin Leixi screamed in her morning bath——

Her jewel bracelet fell into the sewer, and Ning Fengsheng insisted that she reach out to retrieve it.

Nanchuan Shijue leaned against the marble pillar and watched the sewage flood over Ning Fengsheng's scarred hands.

There were wounds caused by porcelain fragments and blisters caused by porridge and soup.

"Brother Jue, look!" Lin Leixi suddenly raised Ning Fengsheng's left hand, and the wedding ring had left a festering mark on his ring finger.

The engagement ring he designed for her—

She once threw it out of the window with disdain and it fell into the thorn bushes in the back garden.

She said: I will never wear the slave shackles you give me.

Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the ring intently: "Where did it come from?"

"Back garden, rose bushes."

That area was full of thorny bushes, and even the servants were unwilling to go there, so Ning Fengsheng had to go and pick them up himself.

She had been digging through the thorn bushes for three days before she found the ring...

Nanchuan Shijue's pupils narrowed twice: "How big a task did Gong Ye assign you this time? Is it worth it for you to act out such a sad drama?"

"It has nothing to do with Gong Ye... Lord Nanchuan, stop it!" Ning Fengsheng watched the man take off the ring.

"Lie!" he sneered.

She threw it away herself, how could she possibly pick it up from the thorn bush?

Ning Fengsheng suddenly lifted his sleeves, revealing the scars on his fair arms from being scratched by thorns...

"You always say I hurt you. Look, now we both have wounds. Is that even?"

She smiled brightly, but there was a hint of bitterness at the corners of her mouth.

Nanchuan Shijue's eyes narrowed as he stared at the new scratch that was scabbing off.

Even? His heart was like a wound, cut by her thousands of times, and it had long been festering and inflamed.

"Do you think I'll still feel bad?"

“…”

"Take it off, you don't deserve it." Nanchuan Shijue pried open her tightly clenched fist fingers, "Don't force me to break your finger..."