Chapter 11 Miss Ning has depression
Nanchuan Shijue sneered and stubbed out his cigar in the crystal ashtray: "Throw all the imitations into the attic."
“Those genuine products…”
"Put it in the basement." He grabbed Moss's collar, a dark tide of violence surging in his eyes, "Do I need to teach you?"
Moss was so frightened that his face turned pale and he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes..."
Nanchuan Shijue released his hand, slowly adjusting his cuffs, and his tone became nonchalant again: "If she finds anything unusual, you're dead."
When Ning Fengsheng returned to Rose Garden, it was already late.
Moss came forward and said, "Ms. Ning suffers from depression, which causes mild hallucinations. Remember to take the tranquilizers prescribed by the doctor on time every day."
Ning Fengsheng nodded. Since Moss knew everything, Nanchuan Shijue also knew the result...
Fortunately, the doctor avoided the main issue and simply attributed her delusions to depression.
Ning Fengsheng stood at the entrance, dragging her tired and weak body to change her shoes, and found that the pair she usually wore was missing.
Do you even want to throw away a pair of slippers? She hasn't left yet...
When she bent down and opened the shoe cabinet, all her shoes were gone.
"Miss Lin has moved in. The young master will be living in Rose Garden for the time being..."
As they were talking, the servants were bringing in some luggage, about a dozen or so pieces of luggage, large and small.
Ning Fengsheng glanced at the hall and found that all her things were gone.
"Ms. Ning's things have all been packed into the attic. You can take them all with you when you leave," said Moss.
Ning Fengsheng's ankle was still hurting, and she had to force herself to take every step. The leaning over just now had caused the wound to split.
Pillows on the sofa, tablecloths in the restaurant, sets of couple cups, and even toilet seats!
If Nanchuan Shijue can really clear her out from his heart and expel her completely, then she will be at peace when she leaves.
She could focus on revenge and death without worrying that he would go mad and abuse himself because of losing her.
She staggered up the spiral staircase and opened the bedroom door.
Her dressing table was empty, all the expensive skin care products and perfumes were gone. The closet was wide open, and all the clothes hanging inside were unfamiliar!
She ran her trembling fingers over the clothes. They were not her size, but Lin Lacy's?
Hearing familiar footsteps behind her, she turned around suddenly and saw the man leaning lazily against the door frame with a sarcastic smile on his handsome face.
"What? Surprised?" He walked over slowly, his slender fingers stroking the wardrobe. "These are all your replacements, just like you... dispensable."
Ning Fengsheng bit her lower lip tightly and looked up at the man who once loved her deeply. Pain and anger were surging in his scarlet eyes, and his handsome features looked like ice sculptures under the light, so cold that it was chilling.
"You want to erase everything that belongs to our memories?"
"Take your things and get out." He sneered, as if seeing her was something disgusting. "From now on, there will be no trace of you in Rose Garden."
Ning Fengsheng suddenly smiled, and that smile was so sad and beautiful that it made Nanchuan Shijue's heart shrink.
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The next day, Ning Fengsheng stayed in the tailoring room all day, holding the starry sky gauze dress in her hand...
She saw it in the trash a few days ago, torn to shreds...
I went around the market but didn't see any similar starry sky yarn.
The gifts given by Nanchuan Shijue are always valuable. I think it must be some kind of expensive special fabric...
She couldn't recover to her previous state, so she could only make repairs based on this.
With just a little finishing touch left, it will be done!
"Miss Ning's craftsmanship is still so cheap," Nanchuan Shijue sneered, his tie hanging loosely outside his black shirt, "You like to pick things up from the trash can..."
Ning Fengsheng paused while operating the sewing machine.
"You designed this dress for me. It's not trash." Ning Fengsheng grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Don't tear it—"
Nanchuan Shijue's pupils tightened, and he took out his tinderbox and lit it...
The flames devoured the cloth and immediately spread out.
Ning Fengsheng reached out to grab it, and he casually threw the burning starry sky gauze on the ground, watching her step on it in panic, not afraid that her skirt would get burned as well.
He watched coldly. She once treated this dress as trash, so why would she care?
He tore up the skirt because Lin Leixi had secretly worn it. He would never want something that had been soiled again, so he burned it all!
"What a coincidence..." Nanchuan Shijue lit a cigarette and said indifferently, "The day you had a miscarriage... I also burned a lot of baby clothes."
Ning Fengsheng finally put out the fire, but her skirt had been burned to ashes...
"Nanchuan Shijue, are you sure you want to do this? You've destroyed everything that belongs to us. Are you sure you won't regret it?"
Nanchuan Shijue's thin lips were tightly pressed into a line, and his chest was beating violently, as if it was being tightly grasped by her small hands.
She is really capable. She can grasp his weak spot with just a few words.
It's a pity that he is no longer the fool who was played around by her!
"Regret? Miss Ning, do you think I'm mentally retarded?" He took a deep puff of cigarette and blew it in her face.
She used to hate him smoking the most, but he quit for her...
Now he has started smoking again, and his addiction is worse than before!
"Look how disgusting you are now." He pinched her chin, "Where is your pride and dignity?!"
Ning Fengsheng used to be as proud as a peacock, how could he be so humble?
"You liked the Ning Fengsheng of the past, so you did it for her..." She turned her face away, "You don't like me now. If I died, you wouldn't be sad, right?"
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly became angry: "You know I hate it most when you threaten me with death - and you're addicted to threats?"
"It's not a threat..."
"On the day you die, I will set off firecrackers in front of your grave to celebrate..."
"Thank you." She pursed her lips and smiled faintly.
After receiving this answer, she did not feel sad, but relieved.
Nanchuan Shijue narrowed his gloomy pupils. Her word "thank you" sounded both harsh and strange.
It felt like a dull punch to the chest, with no relief.
Nanchuan Shijue stuffed the burnt cigarette butt into her trembling lips: "If you are a bitch, you must learn to swallow dirty things - if you dare to threaten me with death again, the next time I put a cigarette butt in your mouth will not be a cigarette butt."
Ning Fengsheng's heart grew colder, and looking at the indifferent man in front of him, he began to have thoughts of retreating.
If she hadn't seen him digging the grave with her own eyes, would she have suspected that it was just her wishful thinking?
Nanchuan Shijue glanced at the design drawing on the sewing machine...
In order to repair the starry sky gauze skirt, she made some design changes.
"I forgot that you have a talent for design," Nanchuan Shijue pursed his red lips, "I'll leave the design of Miss Lin and I's wedding dress to you."
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