Chapter 69 I Still Can’t Learn to Stop Loving You

Except in the upstairs guest bedroom, there's a pregnant woman living there who doesn't belong here!

As long as we kick Lin Leixi out and abort the child——

Perhaps, her relationship with Nanchuan Shijue can return to what it was before?

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The night was deathly silent.

The living room was smashed beyond recognition, with no place to step.

But there was no sign of the young master...

Moss searched room by room, and finally saw the dark figure in the study.

The smell of alcohol hits your nose!

"Who pissed him off again? Why is he so angry?"

"The young master is drunk. I'm right outside the door. Miss Ning, call me if you need anything—"

"Don't worry, he won't hurt me."

Ning Fengsheng knew that no matter how furious Nanchuan Shijue was or how drunk he was, as long as he still had a shred of consciousness, he would never hurt her.

There was only a dim light in the room, and the blue velvet curtains drooped like a dying man. Nanchuan Shijue curled up in the shadows, the bandage on his abdomen soaked with blood.

There were more than a dozen empty bottles scattered on the ground...

"Get out." He grabbed the books and threw them against the door, coughing and gasping for air as he gulped down a large gulp of spicy brandy.

A box of painkillers was dumped on the ground, with pills scattered haphazardly.

Ning Fengsheng walked closer, stepping on the scraps of paper on the ground, and found that they were all torn up check stubs - each one was signed with the date when he paid off the Ning family's debt.

The farthest piece of paper was soaked in dried wine stains, and it was the date of the night she knelt down to save the ICU's grandfather.

Ning Fengsheng moved closer to him and gently touched his hair which was wet with sweat.

"Who allowed you to touch me!" He suddenly jumped up and grabbed her wrist. The wound on his abdomen was horrible, and blood was still oozing out as he moved. "Get away! Wouldn't it be perfect for you if I died?"

He shouted at her to get out, but his hands were pulling her into his arms.

Ning Fengsheng fell into his hot chest and smelled the scent of wine mixed with blood.

"Stop drinking! Your wound isn't healed yet, and you're still drinking so much..." Ning Fengsheng tried to grab the bottle from his hand, "Do you want to let it fester and become inflamed?"

"Everywhere you touched it is festering... especially here..." He pressed his chest, sneering through his scarlet, cracked lips, "It's been festering for a long time!"

“…”

"Ning Fengsheng... If you don't love me, why do you keep provoking me and hurting me..."

"Who said I don't love you anymore..." Ning Fengsheng's throat choked, "What on earth has upset you? Is it because of what Grandpa and I said?"

"Shut up!" He was furious again, and his hands couldn't help but want to climb up her neck again.

When he thought of what she and Mr. Ning had said on the phone, he trembled with pain all over.

Moonlight streams in through the curtains...

Nanchuan Shijue sneered painfully, and behind him stood a large clothes rack.

The "Tears of the Galaxy" wedding dress, with its long skirt trailing behind it, shone with countless brilliance in the dim light.

Judging from the model's body shape, the wedding dress has been modified to be exactly her size -

Nanchuan Shijue suddenly pressed her down on the carpet with all his might. Blood from the wound dripped onto the hem of her skirt. "Is it beautiful?"

He grabbed the hem of the wedding dress and said, "I'm giving it to you on your wedding day—I wish you a long and happy marriage."

In the afternoon, he gritted his teeth and said that she was not allowed to marry Gong Ye or give birth to a child for Gong Ye, and that he would strangle to death every child she gave birth to.

Now I wish them a happy marriage...

Ning Fengsheng's eyes were sore. Is this man really schizophrenic?

"Congratulations, Miss Ning... Now even my pain can be used as leverage..."

"You're drunk!" She thought he was drunk and acting crazy, ignoring the sarcasm in his words and wanted to check his bleeding wound.

"Don't touch me," he grabbed her trembling hand and stared at her fiercely, "it will only dirty your hands..."

"Why did you drink so much? You kept saying drunken words that I couldn't understand!"

"Don't understand? Every drop of wine is asking for you - Nanchuan Shijue, why haven't you died yet?" Nanchuan Shijue smiled strangely, "Shengsheng, how could you not understand..."

"Don't be like this, Lord Nanchuan..." Ning Fengsheng's eyes were filled with tears.

"Pretending to be heartbroken? Why not sprinkle more roses on my coffin during the memorial service..."

"Why do you say so many hurtful words..."

"Hurting people? Miss Ning, you're the best at hurting people... Your wedding invitation is my intestinal poison. Sooner or later, I'll die in your hands." His eyes were red, but his voice was as soft as the quiet falling snow at night...

"How could I be getting married? You're talking nonsense and you're totally drunk..." Ning Fengsheng held his face. Was he talking nonsense because he was drunk, or was he sick and mentally ill?

"Don't use the same mouth you've used to kiss others to show me kindness—go make love with your palace dog brother and have a bunch of retarded children!"

“…”

"Ning Fengsheng, I really hate you..."

Ning Fengsheng knelt in front of him, looking at his trembling appearance, his heart ached for no reason.

She gently kissed his lips, kissing away all the vicious and stinging words...

Nanchuan Shijue's dark blue pupils contracted violently, and he pressed her down hard, kissing her fiercely.

This kiss was filled with the smell of blood and whiskey, and carried a self-destructive pleasure—

Until her lip was bitten and she gasped in pain.

"Liar...liar..." Nanchuan Shijue pushed her away while panting and staggered to his feet.

As he stood up, a long silk ribbon fell.

Ning Fengsheng saw the red ribbon wrapped around his left wrist - it was the same ribbon she had wrapped around her neck on her birthday three years ago, wrapping herself up as a gift and presenting herself to him.

Ning Fengsheng's tears gushed out, and he reached out to grab the falling end of the silk ribbon.

Nanchuan Shijue suddenly froze, looking down at her with a sneer, "The ribbon is a noose, the ring is a tombstone—Ning Fengsheng, you've given me enough torture instruments!"

She had imprisoned his heart, and there was no escape except death in this life...

"Woo..." Ning Fengsheng's shoulders trembled violently, and tears fell from his eyes.

Although she didn't know why Nanchuan Shijue was so angry, she just felt very sad, very sad...

The whole person is filled with suppressed sadness.

Nanchuan Shijue's head was aching, and he was at a loss when he saw her tears.

He frantically pulled the blanket from the chair and wrapped her trembling shoulders. "Stupid woman, why are you crying... why are you shaking? You don't even know how to say you're cold..."

He picked her up and carried her sideways, staggering and unable to walk steadily, but he was eager to take her to a warm place.

Sure enough, he staggered a few steps before he tripped over a wine bottle on the ground and fell down.

At the moment of falling, his big hands carefully protected the back of her head to avoid impact, and his body turned over so that he landed on his back.

"Nanchuan Shijue——"

Ning Fengsheng's tears fell on his chest.

Nanchuan Shijue protected her tightly in his daze: "Oh... after more than a thousand days, I still can't learn to stop loving you..."