Chapter 18 Shengsheng Memory Shelter S&J
Since she likes burning things so much, why doesn't she pour alcohol all over him and set him on fire...
All the sweet past, all the entanglements of love and hate, all the time they spent together day and night... will all be swallowed up by this fire... nothing will be left for him.
It was as if a pair of hugging figures were reflected in the dancing flames.
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly reached out and crossed the fire to grab something...
Shengsheng...
A mouthful of fishy blood gushed out from his chest and dripped from the corner of his mouth.
The rainstorm came suddenly.
As if God was showing him mercy, the rumbling thunder was accompanied by heavy rain.
Moss, who was still carrying the bucket out, smiled thankfully...
With the help of heavy rain, the flames quickly twisted into green smoke in the rain and fog.
Nanchuan Shijue knelt dejectedly in the scorching ashes, picking at the wreckage.
The metal buckle of the platinum bag burned his fingertips red, and the burnt and curled oil painting frame cut his palm. He scratched at it like a beast that felt no pain.
"Master, use a stick to find it!" Moss poured another bucket of water over.
Nanchuan Shijue was drenched in the heavy rain, struggling in the ruins in a state of complete oblivion.
Ning Fengsheng's vision was blurred by the rain and fog. She didn't know what he was scrabbling for... something so important that it was worth his life...
Until Nanchuan Spyker opened a burnt iron box and took out a silver hard drive. The heavy rain washed away the inscription on it:
Shengsheng Memory Shelter S&J
Ning Fengsheng saw half a burnt wedding dress design sticking out of his suit pocket. At the very end, it said, "My Shengsheng will wear a mermaid dress. She loves the sea, like a little mermaid coming ashore."
She knelt down and hugged the trembling man, hot sobs overflowing from her heart.
“Nanchuan Shijue… Is this what you are looking for…?”
"Are you happy to see me being a clown?" He suddenly grabbed the hard drive and smashed it against his forehead. Blood slid from his brow to his lips. "Burn! Burn all this to ashes!"
"Why?" She couldn't believe it. "In here..."
"But you don't have a chance. I'll back up the data on the hard drive..." He laughed wildly and paranoidly, "and store it in a Swiss bank vault... When I die, I'll bury it with you. You won't be able to touch it again..."
"Don't say anymore..." She kissed his bloody lips, tasting the salty taste of rain and tears.
"Get out of here!" He pushed her away viciously.
When Ning Fengsheng grabbed his big hand, he felt warm blood.
Last night he stood in the study and said that he would forget everything about her and would wash off the tattoo on his abdomen tomorrow.
At this moment, the skin there was red, swollen and inflamed, obviously it had just been repainted...
…
Nanchuan Spyker pressed the play button.
The screen lit up, and Ning Fengsheng curled up in the studio, drawing a design; Ning Fengsheng lowered his eyes as he pruned the roses; Ning Fengsheng made desserts for the first time...
Last year, during the typhoon, her childhood photos were washed away by the flood. He spent three months searching for them before he recovered them.
"Childish." He chuckled softly -
On the screen, she was in her teenage years, spinning around in her school uniform skirt, the sunlight turning the tip of her nose into a honey color.
"Holy Mother." He raised his lips -
The screen jumps to the surveillance footage of a rainstorm night. She is soaked and holding a brown paper bag with a wet stray kitten sticking out of the bag.
"Heh. My name." He suddenly smiled coldly.
The screen showed Ning Fengsheng's profile as she took a nap. It was a sunny day and she was lying on his legs, calling out his name in her sleep.
"The young master locked himself in the study as soon as he came back, and refused to take injections or medicine... He slept in the study all night last night..."
Ning Fengsheng opened the door. Except for her, no one dared to enter without his consent.
Nanchuan Shijue was leaning back on the sofa, holding the remote control in one hand.
His haute couture shirt was soaked with cold sweat, and his face was a sickly red...
At this moment, the words "Shengsheng's Pregnancy Care Record" flashed across the big screen. Her breath stopped. They had not given birth to a child yet!
She turned her head and looked, and it turned out to be a record of her life since she became pregnant...
It was only recorded that her pregnancy was terminated when she was 5 months pregnant.
"Young Master needs a tetanus shot." The family doctor arrived with a medicine box.
"Get lost." Nanchuan Shijue suddenly grabbed the remote control and smashed it against the French window. "Who allowed you in?"
"I." Ning Fengsheng took a blanket and covered him with it. "You have a fever."
Nanchuan Shijue threw the blanket away and said with a sneer, "You don't have to be so hypocritical."
“…”
"Get out of here, all of you, get out..."
Ning Fengsheng remained silent, pried open his burning palm, and used a medical cotton swab to apply alcohol and ointment on his burned wound.
He pushed her away, but she quickly came back to him.
Nanchuan Shijue smashed the water cup for the seventh time. She tore off the shirt that was stuck to his skin and helped him clean the wound.
"You really want me to wear mourning clothes to your wedding?"
Nanchuan Shijue must have been delirious due to the fever, otherwise how could he dream of that heartless woman taking care of him!
She lowered her long eyelashes and carefully disinfected and applied medicine to each of his wounds.
Her eyes were as gentle as water, almost melting his heart.
"Nanchuan Shijue, take your medicine." She called him softly.
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly woke up from his daze - didn't this woman leave last night? Why is she still here?
"Go back to the Gong family and be your canary, or is it that Gong Ye can't satisfy you?" He raised his hand and knocked the medicine bottle down.
Ning Fengsheng picked up the medicine bottle from the broken porcelain on the floor: "The doctor said you have a fever of 42 degrees. If you don't reduce the fever, you will become a fool."
"Why are you pretending to be a good wife and mother?" He pinched the back of her neck and pressed it against his burning chest, his fingertips maliciously twisting her lips. "When you poisoned me last year... I didn't see your hands shaking."
Ning Fengsheng thought back to the night he was poisoned... She had used ginkgo leaves to make a soup, only to try to make him faint, but she had given him an excessive dose, nearly knocking him unconscious...
She bit her lower lip and stuffed the pill into his mouth. He bit her finger hard, and the pill dissolved on the tip of his tongue, mixed with blood foam...
Nanchuan Shijue licked the blood on her fingertips and smiled like a devil.
Suddenly he tore up the fever-reducing patch and threw it far away.
"Nanchuan Shijue, stop making trouble." She tore off a new fever-reducing patch and pressed it on his forehead.
"Making a fuss?" He sneered, "Aren't you hoping for my death? You'd be happiest if I burned myself into a fool..."
He tore off the fever-reducing patch again and threw it away.
Ning Fengsheng had no choice but to wrap ice cubes in a towel and gently press it on his forehead.
"Cold..." His hot lips moved behind her ear, and his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling it towards him. "Colder than your heart... Is it only that palace dog that has ever warmed it?"
…
In the afternoon, Nanchuan Shijue's high fever finally subsided, but he pulled out the soft needle and still refused treatment and refused to eat.
When he knocked over the bowl of porridge again, Ning Fengsheng saw the hatred boiling in his eyes!
His burning red pupils imprisoned the twenty-year-old girl - wearing a blood-stained white dress, holding the knife that stabbed him.
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