Chapter 212 Who asked you to imitate her?
Half an hour later, Ning Fengsheng, standing in front of the fitting mirror, was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off her.
She was forced to wear a long white dress and black hair, and her small face was covered by an exquisite silver mask - exactly the same as her outfit in the private club.
Ning Fengsheng wanted to take off the mask but was stopped by the maid.
"The young master has instructed that you please maintain this attire when you meet him."
After passing through a long corridor, Ning Fengsheng was brought to a luxurious hall with a ceiling height of nearly ten meters.
Nanchuan Shijue was sitting on the sofa in the middle, his black suit outlining his perfect figure, his long legs crossed, and he was flipping through a document.
Ning Fengsheng took a quick glance and noticed that it was her student file...
When he heard the footsteps, he didn't even raise his head, his temperament was cold.
"The young master asked you to come here because he wants to hear you play the 'Seventh Night Ballad'." Moss handed over a valuable violin.
Ning Fengsheng's heart, which had been aching, felt a little better.
It turns out that Nanchuan Shijue is not interested in her body...
He's questioning her identity!?
Did he see her playing at the private concert? Her premonition that night was so strong, and he was there!
"Miss Si, if you just play one song, I'll let you go." Moss said respectfully.
"I'm not in a good mood today." Her voice was unnaturally cold. "I only play when I'm in a good mood."
"The reward given by the young master will be very generous..."
"You kidnapped me and expected me to cooperate with your performance?"
Nanchuan Shijue finally raised his head, and his dark eyes pierced straight at him like two sharp swords.
Ning Fengsheng felt a chill running down her spine, but she raised her chin stubbornly.
"Miss Si," Moss warned, lowering his voice, "if you refuse, I'm afraid the Master won't let you leave."
Ning Fengsheng suddenly took the violin and smashed it hard against the marble pillar.
The precious instrument made a cracking sound, and a bloody mark was drawn on her finger when the string broke.
"Now the piano is broken," she held up her bleeding fingers, "and my hand is injured too. Are you satisfied?"
"Ms. Si, why do you have to do this—"
The air in the hall froze instantly.
The tall figure suddenly stood up——
Nanchuan Shijue stood up from the velvet sofa, his black suit wrapped around his tense body, like a black panther ready to pounce.
He walked towards her, his shiny leather shoes stepping on the violin, making a teeth-grinding sound.
"You're looking for death!"
Ning Fengsheng's chin was pinched by fingers like iron pincers.
Nanchuan Shijue forced her to look up, and that handsome face like a god was right in front of her.
He was more than half a head taller than Ning Fengsheng, and his condescending attitude gave off a natural sense of oppression.
She could smell the faint scent of tobacco on him and see the black storm surging in his eyes.
Ning Fengsheng's heart tightened in an instant, and his eyes flickered: "Let me go!"
Through the masks, the two looked at each other.
Nanchuan Shijue's heart suddenly ached, as if it was being tightly grasped by her little hand.
This look...
Damn, that inexplicably familiar feeling of bitterness!
Only when Ning Fengsheng looked at him would his heart ache uncontrollably!
"Who are you?" his voice was low and dangerous. "Who told you to imitate her? Who taught you to play the violin like that?"
"Haven't you seen my student file?" Ning Fengsheng replied, "Si Yin, a junior in the Media Department at Yingde University...
"You're lying!" Nanchuan Shijue's hand suddenly moved down and grabbed her slender neck. "Why are you pretending to be her?"
"She?" Ning Fengsheng asked knowingly.
Moss whispered beside him, "Miss Si, your piano-holding posture, fingering, and even your various habitual little movements are exactly the same as our young mistress's..."
Young Madam? She's clearly not married...
Nanchuan Shijue, am I already your wife in your heart?
Ning Fengsheng's heart ached again: "I didn't imitate anyone! Let me go..."
"I'll ask you one last time, who taught you this?" he said, his voice thick with morbid persistence. "Who sent you here?"
As he spoke, he tightened his fingers and gently stroked her artery with his thumb, as if considering whether to cut it off directly.
From the moment Ning Fengsheng walked out wearing the mask and the white dress, it was 100% certain, without her even having to play a tune, that she was the mysterious woman who had performed in the club that night.
"The world is so big... we look alike... isn't that strange?"
"They look alike by coincidence, so why do the violins play exactly the same?" asked Moss.
Ning Fengsheng couldn't answer: "How should I know? I've been practicing this since I was a child."
"Did the old man send you here? Does he think he can control me by finding a substitute?" Nanchuan Shijue sneered.
Ning Fengsheng's nails dug into his wrist, but he couldn't move it at all.
"I... don't know... any old man..." She struggled to squeeze out the words, her vision blurring from lack of oxygen...
"Master... Miss Si can't breathe."
"Then let her die." Nanchuan Shijue acted like he was dominating the life of an ant.
"You forgot Miss Ning said she forbids you from killing..."
Shit, Miss Ning, Miss Ning, Miss Ning...
This old man’s catchphrase is “Miss Ning”!
Nanchuan Shijue cursed under his breath and threw Ning Fengsheng to the ground. He wiped his hands with a towel as if he was touching a virus. "Do you think I would allow someone exactly like her to exist in this world?"
"But Master..."
"The old man created a fake that was so convincing he almost fooled me!"
Nanchuan Shijue hated himself. How could he mistake this woman for Ning Fengsheng?
How can she deserve it!?
Ning Fengsheng was frightened. If she was linked to Master Nanchuan, she believed that the ruthless Lord Nanchuan would be capable of anything.
"No one sent me... I told you I don't know that old man!"
"Explain." Nanchuan Shijue was still wiping his hand. "Convince me."
"Is the Miss Ning you mentioned really that similar to me? I've never seen her... If this is true, perhaps we have some kind of relationship, such as blood relationship..." Ning Fengsheng had guessed this possibility.
There can't be two identical leaves in this world.
Even if people look similar, they can never be exactly the same...
But she and Si Yin are so similar that this is the only possibility.
"The young master had the same suspicion." Moss hesitated and took out the detector he had prepared in advance.
Ning Fengsheng knew that resistance was useless, so he simply pressed his thumb on the scanning area.
The instrument made a beeping sound, and a line of words popped up on the screen: "Fingerprint matching degree: extremely similar."
A retinal scan was then performed on her, and the results were also a match.
Moss gasped: "Master, could it be that Miss Ning really has an older sister or younger sister..."
Nanchuan Shijue's eyes became unfathomable.
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