Chapter 242 The Master personally selected it for you
The servants brought in the dishes one after another. The exquisite meals exuded an enticing aroma, but Ning Fengsheng only felt a heaviness in his stomach.
Nanchuan Shijue picked up the chopsticks and put them in her hand. The moment their fingertips touched, an electric current-like touch made both of them freeze for a moment.
"Why," he sneered, "Miss Si is still waiting to be fed by the servants?"
Ning Fengsheng bit his lower lip and slowly picked up the chopsticks.
She sipped her soup, Nanchuan Shijue's eyes fixed on her.
"How did you know I was in the cemetery?" She felt weak all over because of the stare.
Moss glanced at Nanchuan Shijue and said, "We checked the surveillance footage of the road section... Miss Si, why did you go to the cemetery?"
Ning Fengsheng's pupils constricted and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain.
Seeing her panic, Nanchuan Shijue said coldly: "If you don't want to talk, you don't have to answer. I won't force you. When you want to explain to me, I'm all ears."
He paused, his eyes becoming more dignified: "The prerequisite is to eat."
Ning Fengsheng had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks and whispered, "I'll eat."
Nanchuan Shijue leaned back in his chair and put some nutritious food that Ning Fengsheng loved on her plate. He said in a voice that didn't allow for rejection: "Eat it all."
Ning Fengsheng silently picked at the food on the plate.
"Ms. Si, I have to meet Mr. Ning tomorrow to discuss Mrs. Ning's funeral arrangements. If you fall ill first, I will have to distract myself to take care of you." Moss advised.
These words pierced Ning Fengsheng's heart like a needle.
She lowered her head and ate her rice in big mouthfuls, mumbling, "I will definitely not get sick."
"Then stop running around without saying a word. Do you know how worried the young master is about you?"
"..." Ning Fengsheng nodded, "Okay, I'll be obedient."
The corners of Nanchuan Shijue's mouth softened imperceptibly for a moment, then immediately returned to being cold and hard.
"By the way, the young master decided to arrange for Old Madam Ning's grave to be in the Butterfly Cemetery, next to Miss Ning's mother's grave. That's where you're going tonight."
Ning Fengsheng's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, his throat tightening. "But... the seat next to me is already taken."
"Move away." Nanchuan Shijue's voice was calm.
"Don't worry, Miss Si. The young master bought it for a large sum of money and the owner of the tomb is very happy." Moss said.
"Thank you..." Ning Fengsheng's eyes were red, and he had endless gratitude to Nanchuan Shijue.
Why didn’t I realize before that this man is so reliable?
How would she face her grandmother's funeral alone without him? She would be too fragile to bear it!
Nanchuan Shijue said in a deep voice: "Thank me? In what capacity?"
The air at the table froze again.
Ning Fengsheng's fingers clenched the napkin tightly.
She couldn't answer because she could neither admit that she was Miss Ning nor accept this favor as Ning Fengsheng.
"It's my duty to take care of my wife's family." Nanchuan Shijue said word by word, his eyes fixed on her reaction.
Ning Fengsheng's chest heaved violently, but he kept his head down and didn't meet his eyes.
Nanchuan Shijue kept staring at her, his eyes full of complicated emotions.
Ning Fengsheng felt like his willpower was about to collapse...
This man didn't force her to admit her identity directly. Was he waiting for her to speak up?
She stuffed food into her mouth without tasting it, her mind in a mess.
After finishing the meal, Nanchuan Shijue immediately ordered the servants: "Prepare hot water and take Miss Si to take a bath."
When Ning Fengsheng was brought upstairs by the maid, Moss was so excited that he danced with joy and couldn't help asking, "Master, why don't you just ask her directly? If she is Miss Ning—that's great, really great."
Nanchuan Shijue walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and lit a cigar.
The moonlight outlined his perfect profile and also illuminated the bottomless pain in his eyes.
"I have the answer. Does it matter whether I ask or not?"
"But... since she is Miss Ning, why don't you admit it?"
Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were cold and he sneered, "She's afraid that I won't be loyal... afraid that I'll want both."
Moss's joyful smile immediately collapsed and he stood still.
…
Ning Fengsheng discovered that all the toiletries and skincare products in the bathroom had been replaced with her usual ones...
There was even a comforting bunny stuffed animal on the big bed that she always loved to cuddle with.
She was sure that Nanchuan Shijue was not treating her as a substitute.
But...
I have recognized her.
"Miss Si, your change of clothes." The maid's voice came respectfully from outside the bathroom door. "It's already on the bed."
"I understand." Ning Fengsheng responded and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a soft bath towel.
The steaming heat slowly dissipated in the air. She raised her eyes, and her gaze was instantly attracted by the exquisite dress on the bed.
It was a sapphire blue dress. The fabric of the dress shone with the unique luster of silk, and it showed dreamy colors under the morning light.
At the hem of the skirt, small diamonds are inlaid like stars, and "js" is embroidered stitch by stitch.
Ning Fengsheng instantly remembered the starry sky gauze dress. Nanchuan Shijue had also personally sewn their English initials...
Her heart sank.
She studied it carefully and confirmed that the letters were hand-embroidered, and the embroidery technique was very different from the handwork on other parts of the skirt.
It looks like the work of Nanchuan Shijue.
Ning Fengsheng felt a pang of pain in his chest. His needlework had improved compared to before... but it was still not that great.
She could tell at a glance that it was embroidered by him.
That starry sky gauze skirt was burned. Is this compensation?
"The servant must have taken it by mistake. This is a gift for Shengsheng, right? It's from the Noble Nanchuan family, isn't it?" Ning Fengsheng muttered to herself, carefully putting the dress back to its original place.
…
In the dining room, the servants had prepared breakfast.
Today, Ning Fengsheng is going back to the old house to meet Grandpa Ning. He is in a much better mood than yesterday and even eats a few more bites of breakfast.
"Miss Si, good morning." Moss bowed slightly, his eyes lingering on her for a second, his brows furrowed. "Why didn't you change into that dress?"
Ning Fengsheng was about to grab the toast when his hand stopped mid-air: "Dress?"
"The sapphire blue one." Moss's voice was a little confused. "The master picked it out for you personally."
Ning Fengsheng felt dizzy. Prepared for her?
But that one clearly has their English abbreviations...
"Good morning, young master." The servants greeted in unison.
Nanchuan Shijue walked down from the second floor, his sapphire blue custom-made suit outlining his perfect figure.
The fabric of the suit glowed with a low-key luxury under the light, and the diamond pin on the chest also had the letters "SJ"—
Ning Fengsheng took a breath of cold air.
The man's handsome face was as perfect as a sculpture, with a pair of eyes as deep as blue ink under his thick eyebrows. At this moment, those eyes were coldly scanning her pink sportswear, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.
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