Chapter 237 I will play this role well
The oil paintings hanging on the wall, the antique vases in the corner, and even the patterns on the carpet were once part of her life.
And now, she is just a passer-by, a substitute who will soon play her own role.
As he passed the master bedroom, Nanchuan Shijue's suppressed angry voice came from the half-open door: "What did I say before I left? If she loses a hair, all of you will get out!"
"Master, please spare me! I wasn't paying attention when I pushed the mistress out to bask in the sun yesterday, and a mosquito... bit her and she got a few small bumps." A maid explained in a crying voice.
"A few small lumps? You're looking for death?!" Nanchuan Shijue's voice was as cold as ice. "With her physical condition, even the slightest infection could be fatal!"
Ning Fengsheng looked through the crack in the door and saw Nanchuan Shijue standing by the bed, his back tense as a bow, and he was applying the ointment carefully.
The person lying on the bed was blocked by his body, with only a strand of long hair scattered on the pillow.
She recalled the time when she was bitten and Nanchuan Shijue was annoyed and applied medicine to her with heartache.
He also cut off the straw of the mosquito that bit her and locked it in a glass box...
"If you dare to suck my woman's blood, I will starve it to death!"
"Nanchuan Shijue, you are so childish. You might as well just slap it to death."
"Want to die? Not so easy! I want it to suffer a fate worse than death, and experience the cruelest punishment!"
"Miss Si?" Moss reminded softly, "Your room is in the front."
Ning Fengsheng suddenly came back to his senses and quickly caught up with Moss.
Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and she could almost hear the sound of blood hitting her eardrums.
Seeing another "self" lying there, being cherished and protected so angrily by Nanchuan Shijue, the feeling was so strange and suffocating.
The guest room was at the end of the corridor, and the maids quickly changed the bedding.
"Rest first. Dinner will be delivered to your room." Moss gestured for the maids to leave. "We'll leave at nine tomorrow morning to see the old lady at the hospital."
Ning Fengsheng asked nervously, "Grandma... I mean, Old Madam Ning... How is she doing?"
Moss's expression froze for a moment. "The doctor said she won't live more than three days. The old lady has fallen into a coma again. When she was awake, she kept muttering Miss Ning's name."
"She doesn't know that Miss Ning has become a vegetable?"
"The old lady is in poor health and can't stand any stimulation. For the past year, we have told her that Miss Ning is studying design abroad."
"I understand." Ning Fengsheng clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. "I will play this role well."
Before leaving, Moss placed the uneaten box of chocolate beans on the plane by the bed: "If you can't sleep at night, this chocolate will help you sleep."
After the door closed, Ning Fengsheng finally allowed herself to collapse on the edge of the bed. Tears flowed unconsciously. She had thought she would never return to Rose Garden in her lifetime, but she had never expected to return for such a reason.
She opened the box, grabbed a handful of chocolate chips and stuffed them into her mouth, letting the slight intoxication of alcohol numb her nerves.
…
The midnight wind blew through the rose vines in the rose garden, making a rustling sound like countless tiny sighs.
Ning Fengsheng tossed and turned in bed, with something like a hard stone stuck in his throat that he could neither swallow nor spit out.
"I can't cry here..."
If the crying reached the corridor, was heard by the servants, and then reached the ears of Nanchuan Shijue...
There is no one on the rooftop.
She could go there and cry as much as she wanted, let the night breeze dry her tears, and then pretend nothing had happened.
Ning Fengsheng walked through the corridor like a ghost and stepped onto the spiral staircase leading to the rooftop.
As soon as I opened the door to the rooftop, the night breeze blew towards me, carrying with it the unique fragrance of the rose garden.
Ning Fengsheng took a deep breath and was about to take a step forward, but suddenly froze in place.
In the center of the rooftop, a tall figure was leaning over to adjust the focus of an astronomical telescope.
The moonlight outlined his perfect profile, his high nose bridge, his thin lips, and his signature, somewhat sharp jawline.
What made Ning Fengsheng's heart stop was that there was a woman in an exquisite dress sitting in the wheelchair next to him.
The night wind blew her long hair like a waterfall, and the lace headband shone with a pearly luster in the moonlight.
That was "her." Or rather, "Miss Ning" in everyone's eyes.
Ning Fengsheng held her breath, thankful that the sound of the wind covered up the slight noise of her walking.
Her mind told her that she should leave immediately, but her feet seemed to be rooted and she couldn't move.
Nanchuan Shijue seemed unaware of the intrusion into his personal space.
He adjusted the telescope and turned toward his wheelchair, his movements incredibly gentle.
He bent down, put his arms under Ning Fengsheng's armpits and knees, and picked her up as if she were a fragile glass work of art.
"Ning Fengsheng, do you miss me?" His voice was low and gentle, completely different from the usual cold and aloof Young Master Nanchuan. "I miss you. Even though you are right next to me, I still can't help thinking about you!"
“…”
"The starry sky is beautiful tonight. I found the star of your mother."
Ning Fengsheng's fingers pinched into his palm unconsciously.
That star—it was his birthday gift to her, named after her mother.
Nanchuan Shijue adjusted the person in his arms to a comfortable position and let her lean on his chest.
He lowered his head, brushed the tip of his nose against the top of Ning Fengsheng's head, and took a deep breath.
"Ning Fengsheng, don't be sad. Grandma is not dead, she just went to her new home early."
Ning Fengsheng's vision blurred.
The night wind suddenly became biting, penetrating the thin coat and piercing into the internal organs.
She should have left, but the familiar yet unfamiliar scene attracted her attention like a magnet.
Nanchuan Shijue held the back of Ning Fengsheng's head with one hand and adjusted the angle of the telescope with the other.
"See? The brightest, most dazzling one." He whispered into the ear of the person in his arms, as if she could really hear him. "Grandma will soon become a star too... I'll buy another one and name it after her. That way you'll have two relatives in heaven."
“…”
"In heaven and on earth, only you, Ning Fengsheng, deserve to own the entire starry sky." His Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.
The next second, Nanchuan Shijue suddenly buried his face in the crook of Ning Fengsheng's neck, his shoulders shrugging slightly: "When will you wake up? Ning Fengsheng, you've had enough sleep..."
Is he crying?
That cold-blooded man cried silently while hugging a body that would never respond to him.
Ning Fengsheng's tears finally burst out.
She turned around and tried to escape, but in her panic she kicked over a pot of tuberose by the door.
The sound of the clay basin breaking was particularly harsh in the quiet night.
"Who?!" Nanchuan Shijue's voice suddenly became cold and sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
Ning Fengsheng froze in place, his heart beating like a drum.
"Get out!" He put the person in his arms down and strode towards the source of the sound. "If you dare to eavesdrop, don't hide!"
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