Chapter 220 The Secret
Nanchuan Shijue's eyes instantly became dangerous: "What did you say?"
"Only Miss Si came close this afternoon..."
"Look for it!" He overturned the toolbox. "I'll search the entire manor to find it!"
It was a doll he made himself, based on the appearance of his and Ning Fengsheng's baby... accurate to every detail.
"Master..." Moss asked in a low voice, "Miss Si is still sick."
Nanchuan Shijue sneered: "Lock her up. Let her reflect on herself."
He picked up the tools and continued to repair the roof. Every crack seemed to mock his incompetence - he couldn't even protect a model, just like he failed to protect Ning Fengsheng back then.
Damn it, if that woman hadn't been so naughty...
…
The iron door of the basement slammed shut behind Ning Fengsheng, swallowing up the last ray of light.
Darkness surged in like a tide, instantly overwhelming her senses.
Ning Fengsheng rushed to the door and pounded on it desperately: "Let me out! I'm afraid of the dark!"
There was no response, only her own echo echoing off the cold walls.
"Nanchuan Shijue! Let me out!" She pounded on the iron door with all her might. The high fever blurred her vision, and the burning temperature of her forehead formed a sharp contrast with the coldness of the basement.
She slid down to the ground, her back pressed against the iron door, as if this would bring her closer to the light.
In the darkness, memories flashed back like a kaleidoscope - she had once been trapped in such darkness, and at that time Nanchuan Shijue would find her the first time, hold her in his arms and say "Shengsheng, don't be afraid, I'm here".
Now, it was he who pushed her into the darkness.
My fingers unconsciously stroked the little baby doll...
She wasn't supposed to touch his things, but she really wanted to see their baby.
She was just planning to take a look, but she was so unlucky that she was caught by him!
She knew Nanchuan Shijue's character very well. He was very protective of things related to "Ning Fengsheng" and usually wouldn't even let Moss touch them.
Just locking her up in the basement was considered a light punishment.
But she has a special fear of the dark, which reminds her of terrible experiences.
The dizziness brought on by the high fever began to take hold...
The damp basement air was thick with the smell of mold and dust, and each breath made her throat burn more.
There seemed to be the rustling sound of mice in the distance. Ning Fengsheng suddenly covered his ears and trembled all over.
Fragments of memories from five years ago kept flashing back—
Her father was in prison, her brother was put in the detention center, her mother died, and she was locked up in a dark underground place by her uncle for a whole month.
Dark, lonely, desperate waiting...
At one point I wanted to die and accompany my mother.
No one knew what kept her alive, and she met Nanchuan Shijue when she was sold to the club.
That hellish experience made her terrified of the dark.
Even if Nanchuan Shijue later cracked down on my uncle's group and sent him to prison, it could not make up for the shadow of that experience...
"Nanchuan...Nanchuan Shijue..." She murmured the name unconsciously, "Didn't you say...that you would be my sun..."
His fingers weakly slapped the iron door again, but he had no strength left.
Blood oozed from the broken skin, leaving mottled marks on the door.
Her consciousness became increasingly blurred, and the high fever made her thinking chaotic.
In a trance, she seemed to see a ray of light, and a vague figure walked towards her...
"Is that you..." She stretched out her hand into the void, but only grabbed nothingness.
Finally, the darkness completely consumed her consciousness.
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In the study, Nanchuan Shijue put the repaired roof back and covered it with a glass cover.
It was raining heavily outside the window, and the raindrops were hitting the glass violently, just like his restless heartbeat.
"Hasn't the thing been found yet?"
"Don't worry, young master. All the servants in the manor have been dispatched and are already searching... The ornament is small after all, and it's raining now, so we need to look for it more carefully."
Nanchuan Shijue had a cold face. He was about to return to Beizhou Country and had no time to remake it, otherwise he wouldn't have gone through so much trouble.
It’s all that woman’s fault!
"By the way, Miss Si's cell phone has been ringing in her room. I checked and it was a call from her home. Why don't we let Miss Si go back? Don't let her family worry..." Moss handed over a cell phone.
Nanchuan glanced coldly at the screen - three missed calls, two from "Mom" and one from "Ji Yanli".
The three words "Ji Yanli" inexplicably stung his eyes.
He did not forget the scene at school when the man and Ning Fengsheng walked one after the other under the cherry trees.
Nanchuan Shijue raised a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth, swiped his thumb across the screen, and hung up the phone.
"Does a fake person who likes to steal deserve the care of his family?"
He sneered and raised his hand to throw the phone into the trash can, but suddenly stopped.
An intuition made him change his mind.
This woman may have some unspeakable secrets in her cell phone!
He turned and walked to the desk, taking out the data cable from the drawer.
"Master, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to peek into other people's privacy, right?"
"You're talking more and more as you get older!"
Nanchuan Shijue never bothered to pry into the privacy of women other than "Ning Fengsheng", and he himself felt puzzled as to why he was so curious about this woman!
The blue light from the computer screen reflected on Nanchuan's chiseled face...
He easily cracked the password of the mobile phone, and the moment he opened the photo album, his pupils suddenly contracted.
——They are all his photos.
There were interviews with financial magazines, photos of speeches at business forums, and even a few screenshots from newspapers.
What shocked him the most was that the screen saver of his phone looked very familiar. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the profile picture of his personal WeChat account - the baby hand of him and Ning Fengsheng's baby.
Nanchuan Shijue's fingers tightened unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white.
This WeChat ID has never been made public and is only known to a very few people. How did she know it?!
The browser history is full of searches for his name: "Latest news on Nanchuan Shijue", "Wedding news on Nanchuan Shijue", "Nanchuan Shijue attends charity dinner", "Nanchuan Shijue Bai Yixun"...
My heart was beating wildly in my chest, almost breaking through the constraints of my ribs.
Nanchuan Spyker stood up suddenly, and the leather seat was knocked to the ground with a dull sound.
"Bring him up here immediately," he said, his voice frighteningly low. "I want to interrogate him myself."
When the bodyguard appeared at the door of the study holding the unconscious Ning Fengsheng, Nanchuan Shijue's eyes narrowed.
Ning Fengsheng's face turned blue, his messy black hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, and his lips were cracked and bleeding due to the high fever.
"Playing dead?"
"Miss Si was already running a fever and was locked up in the basement...she fainted," said Moss.
"Call a doctor." Nanchuan Shijue suppressed the urge to interrogate her immediately.
The doctor arrived quickly and Ning Fengsheng was sent back to the big bed in the guest room.
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