Chapter 250 He couldn't help her realize her wish
"Ahem, Miss Si, you don't know that this is very particular." Moss said with a smile, "The gold ingot must be completed by the young master alone. It tests the sincerity of the wisher and cannot be entrusted to others."
"Okay, grandpa and grandma will definitely see your sincerity." Ning Fengsheng spread his hands.
"If Miss Si also has a wish to make, you can fold your own."
Ning Fengsheng's mouth twitched: "Grandpa and grandma just passed away, and you all started making wishes. I don't want them to be too busy."
"That's right, Miss Si is really considerate."
Ning Fengsheng smiled, but last night's nightmare surfaced in his mind...
He has a bad heart and he's talking nonsense about not living long...
"Moss, will it really work?"
"Sincerity is the key to success. This matter is just to seek psychological comfort..."
Too.
Ning Fengsheng thought for a moment, then picked up a piece of gold foil paper and a pen.
With her back to everyone, she carefully wrote, "I hope that my grandparents in heaven will bless Nanchuan Shijue with good health and a long life."
After writing, she quickly folded the paper and began to clumsily make ingots.
Isn't this wish too much? She just wants him to live longer, even if... they can't be together.
"Hey, didn't Miss Si say that she didn't want the elders to be too busy? Why are you making a wish now?"
Ning Fengsheng's mouth twitched: "I suddenly remembered that my grandfather can't sit still."
Nanchuan Shijue: “…”
Moss tried to peek in several times to see what she had written, but was quickly blocked by Ning Fengsheng.
"Why don't you let me see it? It's so mysterious." Moss smiled mischievously, "Could Miss Si's wish be related to the young master?"
Ning Fengsheng's ears burned: "That's not it..."
Nanchuan Shijue's movements in folding the gold ingots were obviously slow, and he would look over here with a raised eyebrow from time to time.
It was obvious that both the master and the servant were very curious about her wish...
"Didn't Mr. Nanchuan just say that it won't work if you take it apart..."
"Miss Ning, do you want to fold 9999 too?" Moss asked.
"Um."
"You're only here now, it's obviously too late. Young Master has been folding since nine in the morning and has only made half of it."
"It doesn't matter. I've had enough sleep anyway. I can stay awake until night..."
Moss sighed, "The rule is whoever makes the wish has to fold it themselves, so helping out won't work. Otherwise, I really want to help."
"No help," Ning Fengsheng said immediately, "Not a single one of them is allowed to help me."
"Why has Miss Si become superstitious..."
Ning Fengsheng pursed his lips and did not answer.
She finally understood Nanchuan Shijue's feelings - when it comes to the person you love deeply, no matter how ridiculous the tradition is, it is worth trying, and no matter how small the possibility is, you want to believe it.
In the quiet space, two people, each with their own thoughts, only their hands kept busy...
Moss sighed, what a stubborn couple!
Not only did the young master refuse to listen, but Miss Ning also joined in the fun...
Until 11 o'clock in the evening, Nanchuan Shijue's body was stiff from maintaining the posture for a long time, and he was still folding the gold ingots numbly.
Moss resisted the urge to sleep and, while stringing the gold ingots with the red string, counted: "Ten more, and the young master's 9,999 gold ingots will be complete. It's done, congratulations!"
Nanchuan Shijue: “…”
"Ms. Ning is probably only halfway done. She won't really be doing it all night, will she?"
"Go to sleep," Nanchuan Shijue's face darkened. "We'll do it tomorrow."
"No, I'm not sleepy at all..."
"Ning Fengsheng--" Nanchuan Shijue blurted out her name.
Ning Fengsheng kept folding his hands: "It's no use being mean to me, you can't control me."
She has to go back to the Ning family to attend the memorial service tomorrow, and she is afraid that there won’t be enough time, so she wants to try to finish it tonight.
"Break it tomorrow. The gold ingots will be used for the burial the day after tomorrow." Moss advised.
"I have to go back to the Ning family tomorrow..."
"There's still time after the memorial service." Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were heavy. "Go to bed."
Her fingers were already red from being rubbed, and her arms were so sore that she could hardly lift them, but she continued stubbornly.
Each ingot carries her wish: Nanchuan Shijue wants health, longevity, and peace...
Suddenly, Ning Fengsheng screamed, and Nanchuan Shijue actually picked her up by the waist, threw her on his shoulders, and carried her upstairs...
"Nanchuan Shijue, please let me go... You are such a sinister person. You are controlling me now that you have broken it. I have slept enough during the day..."
"Do you dare to stay up all night and try?!"
Nanchuan Shijue threw her back to the room and repeatedly ordered her to go to sleep.
Ning Fengsheng had no choice but to fall on the bed and lie down obediently...
Half an hour later, she listened to the silence in the villa, with only the chirping of insects outside the window. She quietly got out of bed and returned to the banquet room.
She didn't know how long she had been struggling, but she had a firm belief in her heart.
With every gold ingot you fold, it seems like you are one step closer to realizing your wish.
At five o'clock in the morning, Ning Fengsheng was so tired that he felt dizzy and didn't even have the strength to walk back to the room. He fell directly on the chair and fell asleep.
In a daze, she felt someone gently holding her up.
The familiar breath told her that it was Nanchuan Shijue.
She wanted to open her eyes, but fatigue overwhelmed her like a tide.
The man's movements were extremely gentle. He placed her on the bed and carefully tucked in the corners of the quilt.
Ning Fengsheng was half asleep and half awake when she felt a gentle kiss on her forehead, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.
Nanchuan Shijue went downstairs and stood in front of the strings of gold ingots, thinking for a long time.
Finally, he couldn't suppress his strong curiosity.
What desire could make her so persistent and tireless? He damned wanted to know!
If it doesn't work after she opens it and looks at it, then he will help her realize her wish on behalf of God!
He took out an ingot and opened it carefully.
On the paper, the beautiful handwriting reads:
"I hope my grandparents are in heaven and will bless Nanchuan Shijue with good health and a long life. I don't ask to be with him, I just hope he lives well."
Is it really related to him?
Good health and a long life... Haha, these were wishes that he couldn't help her realize.
Nanchuan Shijue's cold eyes suddenly turned red!
Ning Fengsheng, how can I live well when you are not by my side?
Trembling, he pressed the paper against his chest, closed his eyes, and stood there for a long time.
His chest heaved violently, and his heartbeat was so loud that it seemed as if the whole world could hear it.
…
At the Ning family's house, white candles were burning brightly and the air was filled with the scent of sandalwood.
A sea of white flowers surrounded the black and white portraits. The two old people smiled kindly, witnessing the mess of human hearts in the room.
"Ning Zhenhua, do you still have any shame?" The man kicked over the wreath at his feet. "The old man valued his reputation the most when he was alive. If he knew his son had become a deadbeat, he would be so angry that he would die!"
Father Ning was hunched over, his suit collar stained with tea, and his lips trembled. "Mr. Zhou, please give us a few more days until the funeral is over..."
"You're really good at hiding. Are you planning to take your debt to your grave to pay it back?" The curly-haired woman showed the transfer records on her phone.
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