Chapter 17 You Burn My Life
Ning Fengsheng stood up holding the stair railing, the empty ring mark on his ring finger was dazzling.
Moss packed up the things in a storage room for her, and before she left, she had to take away these "trash" that belonged to her.
Lord Nanchuan wanted to torture her and would not allow any servants to help.
The luggage was heavier than she had imagined, and the box of crystal glasses she had bought in Venice on top was sliding down.
"Be careful--" Moss shouted nervously.
The sound of shattering glass and Nanchuan Shijue's sneer exploded at the same time.
Ning Fengsheng looked at the ice-blue fragments scattered across the floor, vaguely remembering his deep voice whispering in his ear, "I made this set of cups myself, and we'll use it on our wedding day."
Now they were broken into pieces, just like their feelings.
"Can you afford the compensation?" Lin Leixi sat aside and said dissatisfiedly, "This skirt you are wearing, the shoes on your feet, and even your underwear were all given to you by Brother Jue. Do you want to take off all your clothes before you get out?"
"The young master has given these things to Miss Ning." Moss said.
"That's right, whatever is left behind will just be junk anyway." Lin Leixi had a sarcastic smile on her face.
Ning Fengsheng continued to move the suitcases in silence.
The tableware they picked together was piled up in the entrance.
The velvet curtains were blown away by the strong wind, and the wind blew away the last breath she left in the villa.
Nanchuan Spyker crushed the whiskey glass.
Blood mixed with wine flowed down her wrist, and he stared at her trembling waist.
Three months ago, she was still in his arms, and her lower back was covered with kiss marks from him pressing her against the dressing mirror.
At this moment, her waist seemed to be broken and she couldn't even stand straight.
"Can I throw away the rest..." She really couldn't move them anymore. "Moss, just tell someone to throw them out..."
"Why are you pretending to be so noble?" Nanchuan Shijue's terrifying voice followed, "These pieces of junk are not worthy of your new sponsor?"
The wind blew in through the crack in the door, which was not closed tightly, and she walked up to him on the messy ground.
Her damp fingertips stroked the back of his hand, where veins bulged. "Master Nanchuan is right." She grabbed his bleeding hand and pressed it against her chest. "Why don't you take this thing away too? The new sponsor will surely dislike the person living in my heart..."
Nanchuan Shijue's pupils suddenly shrank.
"If I could open it, I really want to show it to you..." Ning Fengsheng laughed, "This heart is engraved with your name... You carved it one by one over the past three years..."
“…”
"I discovered it too late, and you will never believe it again..."
"You think I can't bear to part with it?" He smiled grimly, "This heart should have been dug out and fed to the dogs long ago!"
Her heart is his? The biggest joke in the world.
Every one of those sketches he threw into the shredder was Gong Ye's face;
The oil paintings that he smashed were all in the rose garden that she and Gong Ye created together.
"Why not remove the uterus as well..." His cold voice echoed in the empty hall, "I've faked a dead fetus before."
“…” Ning Fengsheng felt a pain in his heart.
"Get out!" He pushed her away violently. "Go to the slums with your garbage! Don't let me see you again in my life!"
Ning Fengsheng really left.
Nanchuan Shijue stood on the second-floor terrace, watching her drag the pile of luggage out of the front yard and pile it into a small hill by the road. She stood by the roadside, rocking her bike, and suddenly turned back to glance out the master bedroom window.
"Master..." Moss was holding the medicine box and was about to speak.
"Replace the carpet." Nanchuan Shijue gritted his teeth in hatred. "Everything she touched..." He suddenly grabbed the enamel jewelry box she hadn't taken away and smashed it against the French window. "Burn it all!"
The heavy rain blurred the scenery, and he felt something hard in the inside pocket of his suit.
Faded movie ticket stubs cling to dried rose petals, from when they saw City of Glass at the midnight theater last year.
He opened the safe and put the ticket stub in it...
"Ning Fengsheng... Do you think you deleted it completely? The way you screamed my name when you fainted in pain on the bed has long been burned into the hard drive..."
He pulled his red lips and smiled like a devil who was greedy for blood, and reached his finger to unlock the secret compartment.
However, the secret compartment was empty...
I remember the last time he took out the hard drive, imported the photos into it, and forgot to put it in the safe in time—
Not long after, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor was heard in the study.
When Moss rushed in, he saw Nanchuan Shijue rummaging through boxes and cabinets, making the entire study a mess.
"Where's my hard drive?" His eyes were bloodshot and he slammed his fist on the table.
That hard drive contained a backup of all the photos and videos that Ning Fengsheng had deleted.
"Hard drive?" Moss was stunned. "Is it the hard drive with Shengsheng's name engraved on it?"
"Where—"
"The young master said that everything related to Miss Ning was cleared out to the utility room, including the hard drive. It should have been taken away by Miss Ning by now."
Nanchuan Shijue kicked open the storage room and emptied out everything, not even a piece of paper was left.
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Ning Fengsheng squatted on the side of the road and couldn't get a car for a long time. With so many things, he could only call a moving company, but where should he move them to?
She smiled miserably. She didn't want to be dragged back to the Ning family to be divided up by them, nor did she want to be thrown into the trash can to be picked up by others...
Why not burn it? Maybe she can still get it after she dies?
Ning Fengsheng found a few bottles of liquor, piled all the luggage together, and doused them with alcohol...
The flames burned wildly, and Nanchuan Shijue broke open the carved iron gate of the Rose Garden.
Ning Fengsheng watched the man, who was always dressed in a suit and tie, rush down the stairs barefoot, his face frozen and angry, walking straight towards her.
Ning Fengsheng was shocked. The luggage was too heavy for her to move far, so she burned it next to the rose garden. Was he angry?
Nanchuan Shijue rushed over like a gust of wind, took off his coat and rushed towards the fire.
"Ms. Ning, you're crazy..." Moss exclaimed as he rushed over with a bucket in his hand. "These are all your possessions..."
Including the share certificate given by the young master, it was burned to ashes in the fire.
"When he drove me away, didn't he say these were all garbage? Can't I deal with them myself?" Ning Fengsheng took two steps back clutching the tinderbox. The scene of Nanchuan Shijue frantically putting out the fire was horrifying.
She didn't know what she had done wrong?
Nanchuan Shijue kicked open the deformed jewelry box, flames dancing in his pupils: "Ning Fengsheng, if you dare to burn the hard drive, I will throw you into the fire and burn you together!"
"What hard drive?"
"Master, your clothes are on fire!" Moss advised.
Nanchuan Shijue's coat failed to put out the fire, but was licked by the flames...
Even after Moss poured his bucket of water over it, the fire grew even more intense.
Seeing that, Nanchuan Shijue was about to jump into the fire barefoot to pick up -
Ning Fengsheng grabbed his arm and said, "Nanchuan Shijue...what are you looking for?"
He threw her away fiercely, his eyes bloodshot: "Ning Fengsheng...you are burning my life!"
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