Chapter 248: Blessing Children to Make a Lot of Money
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"I am the Duke of Nanchuan, and you will always be my Ning Fengsheng..."
"I am Mr. Nanchuan, and you are the free Ms. Si..."
Ning Fengsheng turned over in bed and stared at the ceiling.
As soon as she closed her eyes, Nanchuan Shijue's handsome and almost sharp face would appear before her.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, the condescending look he gave people—
Even though she hated the smell of cigarettes, she missed the faint scent of tobacco wafting from him.
"Nanchuan Shijue, you are really difficult to deal with..." She knocked her head, trying to drive the man out.
But I remembered the scene after he returned to the Rose Garden, polishing those shoes over and over again, applying shoe polish himself...
"It's really crazy." Ning Fengsheng sat up suddenly, his long hair hanging messily on his shoulders.
The digital clock on the bedside table read 2:17 AM. She had been trying to sleep for three hours.
She walked to the window and opened the curtains.
The back garden of the rose garden is quiet and picturesque under the moonlight, and the red roses in the distance are dazzling.
She knew very well that a monument had been erected at that location a year ago, and the empty coffin of Nanchuan Shijue was buried inside.
Although it was a fake death, she was terrified...
The feeling of losing a loved one is more terrible than death.
She couldn't bear the death of Nanchuan Shijue, and couldn't bear any accidents, not to mention that they had a baby now...
"I can't think about it anymore." She pinched her arm hard, and the pain made her a little more sober.
Normally at this time, she would distract herself by doing exercises until she was exhausted and fell asleep naturally.
Thinking about this, Ning Fengsheng turned on the computer and went to the question bank to find some test papers.
The printer hummed, spitting out one mock test paper after another.
Ning Fengsheng sat at the desk, studying mathematical formulas, chemical reaction equations, English grammar...
She filled in the answers mechanically, forcing her brain to focus on the question itself.
However, starting from the very beginning of the question, her pen tip began to lose control.
Nanchuan Shijue… Nanchuan Shijue… Nanchuan Shijue…
When she came to her senses, she found that the answer section was covered with these four words.
The handwriting was so strong that it almost penetrated the paper, as if it was carving the name into the fibers of the paper.
"Heh... You are indeed a domineering guy. Why are you pestering me like this?" Ning Fengsheng smiled bitterly and simply dropped his disguise, allowing himself to frantically write the forbidden name on the test paper.
One, two, three...
Until the desk was piled with papers with "Nanchuan Spyker" written on them, until her wrists were so sore that she could hardly hold a pen.
Outside the window, the night deepens.
Ning Fengsheng lay on the table, his cheek pressed against the names whose ink had not yet dried, and had a dream.
In her dream, she was standing in the center of a solemn mourning hall, surrounded by white roses.
In the center of the mourning hall hung the portrait of Nanchuan Shijue. He was still handsome in the photo, with the familiar smile on his face.
"It's all because of you." A cold voice came from behind.
Ning Fengsheng turned around and saw Master Nanchuan standing there with a cane, his eyes filled with hatred. "How dare he disobey me and insist on being with you. Now that he's dead, are you satisfied?"
"You are the one who deserves to die. A father as vicious as you deserves to die the most..." Ning Fengsheng accused harshly.
"Shut up!" Master Nanchuan slammed the portrait to the ground, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. "It's better for him to die. I already have a grandson anyway... The Nanchuan family's bloodline can't be inherited by a coward. His death is just right..."
"Don't touch him!" Ning Fengsheng knelt on the ground, trying in vain to piece together the broken pieces. The sharp edge of the glass cut her finger, and blood dripped onto Nanchuan Shijue's black and white face...
"No!" She woke up screaming and found her face wet and her tears soaked the test paper on the table.
The names of those "Nanchuan Spykers" were blurred in tears and became unclear.
Ning Fengsheng wiped away his tears tremblingly, his head aching so much that it was about to split.
Perhaps Nanchuan Shijue's fake death cast a huge shadow on her, and she dreamed that Nanchuan Shijue was dead more than once.
Every time she woke up from a dream, she would feel uncomfortable for a long time...
The power of the Nanchuan family is unfathomable. If Master Nanchuan decides that she is a threat...
She had lost enough.
The death of her grandparents almost broke her down, and she couldn't afford to lose Nanchuan Shijue again.
Ning Fengsheng was absent-minded throughout the breakfast. The housekeeper called out to her several times before she woke up with a start: "What?"
"I mean, the Ning family has set up the mourning hall and is preparing for the memorial service for the two elders tomorrow." The housekeeper looked at her worriedly, "Are you okay? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Ning Fengsheng quickly glanced at Nanchuan Shijue and said, "I'm fine."
Nanchuan Shijue was sitting in the main seat, looking through the mourning hall arranged by the Ning family, and requesting changes to any areas he was not satisfied with.
"Didn't you sleep last night?" He looked up at her.
Ning Fengsheng subconsciously touched his swollen eyes: "It's okay... Let me take a look at the funeral hall."
Nanchuan Shijue pushed the iPad in front of her.
Moss served breakfast and reported, "There's a lot of noise going on over at the Ning family. Mr. Ning and his family are busy folding gold ingots and making wreaths. They're very busy."
Ning Fengsheng was slightly stunned: "Dad... is he so filial?"
As I recall, my father has always been cold towards my grandparents, especially after he remarried, he rarely went home to visit them.
Moss couldn't help but laugh. "It's said that folding 9,999 gold ingots by hand can bring blessings to the deceased. Mr. Ning is hoping that the elders will bless the Ning family to make a comeback! He even invited a Taoist priest to perform a ritual. It's very mysterious."
Ning Fengsheng was speechless. It turned out that she was overthinking it...
"Alas, poor Ning family elders... They have toiled all their lives and never had a moment of leisure. When they had time to spare, they slept with the mountains. Sleeping with the mountains is not idle either, as they bless their children to make a lot of money..." Moss actually recited a poem.
Ning Fengsheng was originally in a heavy mood, but he was almost amused by the housekeeper's impromptu creation.
She pursed her lips and said, "A few dollars' worth of incense, but tens of millions of wishes... Grandpa and grandma are dead, not immortals. I'm afraid Dad's wish will not come true."
"That's right," Moss said with a wry smile. "You should be making this wish to the young master. What's the point of asking for the ancestors' blessing? It's better to ask our young master for a generous hand."
Ning Fengsheng was flipping through the photos on the tablet and glanced at Nanchuan Shijue when he heard this.
Who knew that the man had been looking at her the whole time, met her gaze, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you want me to help him?"
"I don't think so." Ning Fengsheng immediately denied it.
The fire on the ranch almost burned her to death, and her relationship with Ning's father was severed.
"It was Miss Ning who asked the young master to stop interfering in the Ning family's affairs, so when the Ning family went bankrupt, the young master stood by and watched."
Ning Fengsheng was surprised. In the year since she left, the Ning family had gone bankrupt?
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