Chapter 21 Her depression broke out...
Ning Fengsheng seemed to be really troubled by the bitterness of the medicine, and his whole face was filled with a hint of bitterness.
Nanchuan Shijue turned away indifferently and asked, "How much is the design draft?"
"I don't know what Miss Lin likes..."
"Then go ask her. Her design drawings are more professional than yours. You can learn from her."
…
Shanghai Fashion Week show.
The workers were taking down Ning Fengsheng's billboard and replacing it with Lin Lacy's.
The light sign she designed herself also had its screws pried off and fell to the ground with a loud bang...
"Be careful not to scratch Miss Lin's face. Mr. Nanchuan hates scratches." The foreman used a wrench to hit the metal edging of the new sign.
Sheng was named after her name "Sheng" because she likes fashion design and he opened a store to show her love for fashion design.
Now they have appointed Lin Leixi as the image ambassador.
Ning Fengsheng's billboard fell into a puddle, and pedestrians walked back and forth, trampling on it.
When she pushed the door open, Lin Lacy was adjusting her lace collar in front of the makeup mirror.
"Brother Jue said you want to learn fashion design from me?" Lin Leixi swished lipstick across her lips. "I'm just a model. You actually want to learn from me? Why would Brother Jue choose you with your level?"
"Just climb into bed." A model sneered, "I heard you're a personal tailor for Sister Lei... and you're measuring the size of the bed?"
"Sister Lei's stand-in...how dare a fake like her come here?" The Eastern European model suddenly pushed her in front of the clothes rack. "Look! Her tattoo is similar to Sister Lei's!"
Ning Fengsheng was pushed out heavily, frowning in pain——
The air in the locker room froze instantly.
At this moment, Lin Leixi was lifting the fishtail skirt of her haute couture dress, revealing the exact same tattoo on the inside of her thigh.
Ning Fengsheng lowered her eyes. No wonder Nanchuan Shijue asked her to wear a large V-neck today, revealing her tattoo.
So... he also gave Lin Leixi a similar tattoo?
"Ning Fengsheng, tired of being played around by Young Master Nanchuan, has been reduced to being our Sister Lei's leftovers... How miserable."
Ning Fengsheng came back to his senses and calmly swept his gaze over the gloating faces in front of him. His eyes were clear and contained an almost indifferent scrutiny, as if he was watching a clumsy performance that had nothing to do with him.
"Ms. Lin, your lipstick color is very beautiful, but unfortunately, it has stained your teeth. Also, the zipper of your skirt seems not to be completely zipped up." She said with a smile.
Lin Leixi subconsciously pursed her lips and hurriedly tried to touch the zipper on her back. She realized she had lost her composure halfway through and her face turned red instantly.
The laughter of several women around also stopped abruptly, and the atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you that Nanchuan hates pink the most. It's too gaudy." She glanced meaningfully at Lin Lacy's pink nail polish.
Lin Leixi was hit in a sore spot, especially in front of others. She immediately became furious and took a step forward, raising her hand and slapping Ning Fengsheng in the face: "Who do you think you are? How dare you teach me a lesson?!"
Ning Fengsheng grabbed her wrist in mid-air with such force that Lin Laxi frowned in pain.
"Who am I?" Ning Fengsheng said, emphasizing each word. "I'm the spokesperson and founder of Sheng. Is this enough to teach you a lesson?"
Before she finished her words, she used her other hand to slap Lin Leixi's face with lightning speed.
Lin Leixi was hit so hard that her head tilted to the side. She covered her face with her hands and opened her eyes wide in disbelief, as if she had never suffered such humiliation before.
"That slap," Ning Fengsheng shook off her wrist, as if he had touched something dirty. He slowly wiped his hand with a tissue beside him. "It's a lesson for you. Don't always think about other people's men, and don't act like a clown and run around in front of the right man. It's ugly."
"If you dare to touch Sister Lacey, I think you don't want to live anymore." The Eastern European model rushed over, "Hit her! Hit her hard!"
Ning Fengsheng's hair was suddenly grabbed and he received a hard slap on the face. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his lips. He felt a buzzing sound in his right ear and blood flowed out of his ear.
Then, the cursing she heard became noticeably quieter.
Several women gathered around, relying on their numbers...
"Mr. Nanchuan." A low voice came from outside the door.
The locker room suddenly fell silent——
The stylist pushed Ning Fengsheng onto a chair and covered her makeup with powder, whispering, "If you want to complain, I'll kill you."
Complain? I'm afraid this was all arranged by him...
"Brother Jue, are you here to pick me up from get off work? Miss Gangning hit me." Lin Leixi complained first, pointing at the slap marks on her face and acting coquettishly.
She couldn't see Nanchuan Shijue's reaction—
Ning Fengsheng straightened his back and only heard the footsteps of the two people walking away.
She suddenly laughed at herself. What was she expecting?
After the door closed, several models started to fight again...
Ning Fengsheng had a utility knife in his hand and sneered, "If anyone dares to touch me again, I'll make her bleed."
They looked at the look in Ning Fengsheng's eyes and immediately retreated in fear. After all, no one was afraid of causing trouble.
…
After leaving the Sheng Fashion Week show, Ning Fengsheng's cheeks were burning and he could not hear clearly with one ear.
The worst thing is that she had a depression attack...
She took out two pills from her bag and swallowed them dryly.
The depression is still in its early stages. The attack lasted for a few minutes at the beginning, but now it lasts for an hour.
Ning Fengsheng discovered that his condition would only flare up after he was exposed to excessive stimulation, and his condition would worsen accordingly.
She didn't want to go back to Rose Garden, as that would only irritate her further...
She wondered how Lin Leixi would dare to team up with those models to teach her a lesson if it weren't for the support of Nanchuan Shijue.
Thinking about the "sheng" fashion show that was once named after her, if it was not for the instruction of Nanchuan Shijue, how could the image ambassador be changed?
Even sending her here to study today was just to humiliate her.
Ning Fengsheng, this relationship is in tatters, what are you still holding on to?
Just consider it as something I owe him, and pay it back...
She never liked to owe favors to others. Now she had repaid him for all the hurt she had done to him, and the guilt in her heart was alleviated.
Ning Fengsheng smiled bitterly and walked leisurely on the deserted streets, only to find that in such a big city, there was nowhere to go!
Suddenly she thought of a good place, quiet, where she could cry without anyone knowing, and talk to her loved ones.
Ning Fengsheng called Moss and told him not to pick her up. She hailed a taxi on the side of the road and went to the cemetery.
Dusk is falling.
Ning Fengsheng knelt in front of the tomb, stroking the cold tombstone with his fingers.
The person who loved her most in the world - her mother, is sleeping in the ground.
When she was 17 years old, a car accident took her mother away forever.
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