Chapter 2 She was reborn! Back to three years ago
There was a pile of contracts on the bedside table, with a black card and Bentley keys pressed against the unsigned signatures.
"These are the equity transfer documents and the property transfer agreement..." Butler Moss handed her a pen. "Young Master specifically noted that all the property, including the Black Swan luxury yacht you bought last year, is yours..."
Ning Fengsheng came back to her senses and realized that she was reborn!
Back to three years ago, the day when Nanchuan Shijue let her go——
She aborted their baby and then committed suicide by slitting her wrists in the bathtub.
"Moss, where is Lord Nanchuan? I want to see him now!" Ning Fengsheng's face showed surprise, recalling the scene of her wandering in the cold cemetery, Lord Nanchuan digging graves frantically, and dying with her.
This man really loves her terribly...
"The young master said that we will never see each other again in this life."
Ning Fengsheng felt a tightness in his chest. Indeed, they had never seen each other again after he let go before his rebirth.
Beicheng said it didn't matter, they had the same circle, and she had been to the places she had been with him before, but she never met him again.
She just thought she was lucky that she didn't meet that devil.
Now that she thought about it, it was Lord Nanchuan who was deliberately avoiding her.
A man as powerful as him would be willing to catch a woman even if she ran to the moon if he really wanted to see her.
"The young master has gone to London and won't be back anytime soon. I can't contact him either."
Ning Fengsheng took out his cell phone, and the "Nanchuan Devil" in the address book turned into a red exclamation mark.
She called his assistant, Mr. Li, but was blocked...
She called the company, and when the operator heard it was her, he said a few perfunctory words and hung up.
"If Miss Ning has any objections to these share certificates, wait until the young master returns and have him discuss it with Mr. Gong."
Before Ning Fengsheng was reborn, he was deeply in love with Gong Ye. He had tried many times to obtain Nanchuan Shijue's business secrets for Gong Ye.
"It's not about these, I just want to see him."
"You also know the young master's temper. Anyone who dares to disobey him will suffer a miserable end." Moss did not dare to disobey the young master's orders.
Ning Fengsheng understood that the bloodthirsty and sick man...
Three months later.
A cold wind blew through the thick black curtain...
The man stood by the window, his sickly face was cold and white, with blood on his chest, which contrasted with the beautiful face.
Ning Fengsheng reached out to grab him, but he disappeared like a bubble.
Her back was soaked with sweat. She had not forgotten that it was at that spot that she had stabbed his heart with her dagger...
He bled a lot. He held her waist tightly with his big hands, pressed her against the windowsill, and kissed her passionately.
Blood stained her white skirt red, and her cold lips were about to lose their warmth...
Ning Fengsheng thought he would definitely die!
She begged him to call a doctor, but he ignored her until she fell to her knees, trembling.
He looked at her coldly and smiled: Shengsheng, why are you begging me? Didn't you say you wanted me to bleed to death?
He curled his red lips, a beauty on the verge of despair—
"Miss Ning, are you having a nightmare again?" The servant heard her scream and turned on the light. "The young master knows you are afraid of the dark, so there are lights everywhere in the Rose Garden. You can sleep with the lights on..."
Ning Fengsheng curled up at the head of the bed, sweating all over.
Sleeping in the big bed where they once made love, smelling his scent, she dreamed of him every day.
There are some messy afterimages and fragments of memory.
She wanders around the rose garden every day.
His shadow is everywhere, but he is not anywhere...
It was as if a pair of dark eyes were watching her in the dark, and the figure was following her like a ghost, but when she turned around, it disappeared.
In her free time, she paints, reads and practices piano in the studio.
Just like before, when she was imprisoned here by him as a canary.
But this time, she no longer wanted to run, she was willing to break her wings.
She also uses her cooking skills after rebirth and waits for him to come back every day.
But as time went by, there was no news from him.
The huge rose garden is empty!
"Moss, I know you can contact Nanchuan Shijue. If he doesn't come back tonight, I will die in this villa. Please ask him to come back and collect my body!"
Ning Fengsheng smiled sadly, with a fierce determination in his eyes.
She is as ruthless as Nanchuan Shijue, and she will definitely do what she says.
Moss hesitated to speak, and went to a small room to make a phone call, and informed her in the evening -
"Young Master will be returning to Rose Garden tonight. Miss Ning, please be mentally prepared."
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Ning Fengsheng dressed up beautifully, wearing the starry sky gauze dress he gave her on her birthday last year.
At twelve o'clock in the evening, the servants of the Rose Garden had gone to bed, but she was still waiting...
He loves her so much, he will definitely forgive her willfulness this time.
After all... he forgave me time and time again...
At three o'clock in the morning, the night was charming and seductive. Outside the window, the sound of a car driving into the rose garden could be heard.
Ning Fengsheng's heart was trembling as she trotted out from the terrace, her skirt brushing against the rose vines.
The vast yard was planted with roses. A long line of cars cut through the night, and the leading Rolls-Royce stopped majestically.
A line of black-clad bodyguards came down.
The man got out of the car, leaned against it and lit a cigarette, his cruel dark blue eyes meeting hers in mid-air.
Handsome facial features, brutal and cold aura.
Eyelashes as thick as the bars of a black panther's cage—
The thin lips were curved in a half-evil arc, which reminded people of the bloodstains on the broken rim of a Martini wine glass.
The cold white skin seemed to have no human warmth.
He is the supreme ruler of Beizhou Kingdom, the Duke of Nanchuan, a man who can stir up a bloody storm with just a stomp of his foot.
Ning Fengsheng threw herself into his arms like a gust of wind.
His body visibly stiffened, his back tensed.
"You're back..." Her nose felt sore, and emotions welled up in her eyes, "I've been waiting for you for a long time..."
Nanchuan Spyker, it’s all my fault, we missed it for three years.
"I miss you so much...I miss you every day..."
Nanchuan Shijue frowned and looked down at the woman in his arms.
A few buttons of the black shirt were casually undone, revealing the glaring lipstick marks on the collarbone.
His figure was too tall, and the black shadow completely enveloped her—
"Brother Jue," the beauty chuckled as she leaned against the car door, "Is that the sparrow you raise her?"
Ning Fengsheng was stunned. When she saw the woman's face, her whole body froze, as if she had been struck by lightning.
Lin Leixi took the man's arm and smiled sweetly: "He looks a bit like me."
Nanchuan Shijue was holding a cigarette in his mouth, his brows furrowed, and his emotions could not be seen in the curling smoke.
"Is this your new servant..." Ning Fengsheng hugged the man's waist and declared his ownership.
Lin Leixi's face changed drastically. Servant?
"This is Miss Lin Lacy," Moss introduced. "The young master's new favorite."
"Young Master Nanchuan is playing the canary game again? How long do you plan to keep this one?" Ning Fengsheng looked up at him.
They were apart for three months and he brought back a knockoff?
The kiss mark on his collarbone was like an enchanting rose, stinging her eyes.
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