Chapter 230 If you love him, why run away?
"Love me..." Nanchuan Shijue stroked the last stroke of the word "love" with his fingertips and suddenly sneered.
If you love him, why run away?
Ning Fengsheng, if I hadn't seen your sketch, I might have been deceived by you forever...
I don't know how you came into this world.
Since you are Ning Fengsheng, why do you refuse to recognize me?
His fingers tightened, almost crushing the paper, but he loosened them at the last moment and carefully put the painting back in its place.
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Late at night, Nanchuan Shijue woke up from his light sleep.
In the darkness, his rapid breathing was particularly clear, and his chest rose and fell violently, as if he had just finished a marathon.
Turning on the monitor, only a wall lamp was on in the master bedroom. Ning Fengsheng was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly and deeply.
Nanchuan Shijue reached out and gently touched her skin with the back of his hand.
Through the screen, her skin was cold.
She slept next door, but damn it, she didn't want to see him!
Nanchuan Shijue suppressed the urge to hold her tightly in his arms.
Outside the window, the sky was still pitch black at 4:30 in the morning, with only the lights of the city in the distance twinkling like stars.
Nanchuan Shijue sat down at the desk and turned on the desk lamp. The warm yellow light illuminated his angular profile.
He took a piece of gold-stamped letterhead from a drawer and began to write a grocery shopping list.
"Seared foie gras with fig jam, French baked lobster, truffle pasta..."
The pen slid smoothly across the paper, writing down one of Ning Fengsheng's favorite dishes after another.
This year, whenever he felt the longing for his family flooding in like a tide, he would go into the kitchen and practice making these dishes over and over again.
"Spicy chicken, boiled fish..." When writing about these spicy dishes, Nanchuan Shijue's pen paused and he frowned.
He never eats spicy food, and every time he practices these dishes, he would choke and cough uncontrollably, and the whole kitchen would be filled with pungent spicy smell.
But he remembered the way Ning Fengsheng's eyes lit up when he ate spicy food. That kind of pure joy made him willing to endure any discomfort.
Ning Fengsheng...
I used to not allow you to eat spicy food for your sake, but now I make spicy food for you. Are you satisfied?
From now on, even if you want to eat arsenic, as long as you feel happy, I won’t stop you and I will eat it with you!
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At six in the morning, Moss walked into the kitchen and sighed deeply.
Who can cure the young master's love brain?
Nanchuan Shijue was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was standing in front of the stove, concentrating on stir-frying something.
There were a dozen servants and chefs helping out, passing seasonings and cutting side dishes, but the position of head chef undoubtedly belonged to the young master.
Moss was choked by the pungent smell and stepped back repeatedly: "Ahem... Master, Miss Si is still sick and can't eat such spicy food."
Nanchuan Shijue didn't even turn his head and said in a cold voice: "It won't have any effect if you take a small bite."
"A small bite? You might as well not eat it," Moss tried to persuade.
Nanchuan Shijue turned around abruptly, his eyes sharp: "I learned what she likes to eat, and I can't miss a single dish!"
"Miss Kesi said last time that she doesn't like spicy food. Did you confuse her taste with Miss Ning's?"
"Get out."
Moss was about to say something when he was choked by another wave of spicy food and tears streamed down his face. He could only flee the kitchen in embarrassment.
Looking through the glass door at the young master's back, whose eyes were red from the spiciness but he still insisted on stir-frying, I felt mixed emotions.
The young master is getting deeper and deeper into trouble and has already confused the two women. How can he help the young master?
In the kitchen, Nanchuan Shijue's lips were slightly red and swollen from tasting spicy food.
He personally taste-tests every dish to ensure it tastes perfect.
As time passed, the temperature in the kitchen became higher and higher.
Nanchuan Shijue's white shirt was soaked with sweat and stuck to his back.
His lips were swollen from constantly trying spicy food, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke.
"Master, please take a rest."
"No one is allowed to rest until it's done!" He followed Mrs. Ning's secret recipe and controlled the heat meticulously.
He failed thirty-seven times before he perfected this Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, just to replicate the taste in Ning Fengsheng's memory.
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"Miss Si, you're awake."
Ning Fengsheng opened his eyes and saw several maids in uniform standing by the bed, each holding something different - towels, warm water, fever-reducing medicine, a thermometer...
After giving her a physical examination, the servant pushed a wheelchair over and said, "The master has ordered that your foot is injured and you can't walk."
"You're in a wheelchair with such a small injury?" She lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, and several maids immediately knelt on the ground.
"The young master forbids you to touch the ground! He has a bad temper and is very scary when he gets angry..."
Ning Fengsheng froze, a wave of irritation rising in his chest.
She knew Nanchuan Shijue's domineering personality, and after she became pregnant, he wished she would never touch the ground again...
But she is "Si Yin"!
“…Okay.” She finally compromised and sat in the wheelchair.
After washing up, she was pushed into the cloakroom and changed into a goose yellow long skirt - "Ning Fengsheng's" skirt.
"Can I take off my wig now?"
This hair is the same length as "Ning Fengsheng's" hair, and the hairstyle is exactly the same!
Apart from the different texture of the hair, it looks exactly like "Ning Fengsheng" when worn.
"I'm sorry, Miss Si, without the master's order..." the maid replied tremblingly, "But if you feel uncomfortable leaving it loose, I can help you tie it up."
"Then tie it up..."
In short, she didn't want to be like "Ning Fengsheng"...
The servant quickly gave her a new hairstyle. Ning Fengsheng's heart sank as she looked at herself in the mirror - her wig was carefully braided into a side ponytail and hung in front of her chest, with an exquisite rose hairpin pinned on it, and the necklace engraved with the letters "SJ" was tied around her neck.
From head to toe, she was dressed up as "Ning Fengsheng".
A surge of anger rose from the bottom of my heart.
Jealous? My own jealousy?
She grabbed the scissors on the dressing table and was about to cut off the ponytail.
"No!" The maids screamed and rushed over, "Miss Si, please don't do this!"
“Let go!”
"The young master hasn't been this happy in a long time," the maid said tearfully, "We haven't seen him smile in a long time... He has a bad heart... To be honest, you and Miss Ning look so much alike... We can't tell them apart. Please, let the young master be happy for a moment, please..."
Ning Fengsheng's hand froze in mid-air——
"The doctor said my heart is failing and can't withstand the stimulation. I may not live long."
The scissors finally slipped from her hands.
The servant took the opportunity to kick the scissors away...
Ning Fengsheng had no expression on her face as she allowed the maids to continue her "transformation".
Nanchuan Shijue... How could you find a substitute...
The long dining table was filled with a variety of dishes, from appetizers to exquisite desserts, there were at least thirty of them.
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