Chapter 255 The young master stood up!
She clutched her phone, not daring to look up, let alone turn around.
My heart was beating wildly in my chest, as if it was about to break my ribs.
She could feel the presence of Lord Nanchuan, standing silently behind her.
Dusk was falling, and the last ray of sunlight struggled to fall on his angular face, making half of it dim and unclear, and outlining the other half with cold and sharp lines.
Those deep eyes were now as deep as a bottomless cold pond, with a thick, indissoluble ink surging inside.
It was a question, a storm, a repressed anger that was on the verge of erupting and almost swallowed her up.
It was as if silently asking: Are you leaving? The funeral had just ended, and you were crying for me to live longer? Are you going to abandon me without a trace?
Ning Fengsheng's scalp tingled when he looked at her, and he felt full of guilt.
We went back in silence.
Nanchuan Shijue leaned back slightly in his chair, his profile facing the neon lights passing by outside the window.
The flickering light outside the window cast changing shadows on his face, and he didn't look at her again.
Watching the car drive into the Rose Garden, Ning Fengsheng broke the silence: "Are you angry with me?"
"Am I qualified?" He sneered at himself.
"You just promised me... not to lose your temper easily..."
Nanchuan Shijue paused in smoking.
"I'm not angry." His voice was very low, as if he was trying hard to endure something. "You're in a bad mood, and you can't even smoke a cigarette?"
Yes, he didn't yell, didn't throw things, and didn't even raise his voice, but the cold air emanating from his body was enough to freeze someone to death.
"...Then you should smoke less. Smoking too much is bad for your health."
"You don't want me anymore, why do you care about my health..." He crushed the cigarette butt and pressed his brow in frustration, "You go in first."
Ning Fengsheng opened the car door and got out as if escaping.
Behind him, there was a crisp "click" sound of metal friction - the sound of a lighter being lit.
The small flame lit up briefly in the dim carriage, illuminating his cold and hard profile, and was then blurred by the slowly rising white smoke.
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"Baby, crawl over here! Look here!" Two servants shouted excitedly in the hall.
The little guy was lying on the ground, looking at the servant on his left who was shaking a rattle, then at the servant on his right who was holding a small seahorse, with no expression on his face.
That calm, even slightly scrutinizing look was completely unlike the reaction a baby of this age should have.
He seemed like a little adult, with an innate, almost cold sense of alienation.
"Ah, the young master is still so hard to please." The servant holding the rattle sighed.
"Yeah, it's usually better when the young master is around. No matter how we coax him, he won't budge."
Ning Fengsheng walked in from outside, with the cool breath of the night breeze on his body.
Hearing the noise, the usually cold baby suddenly raised his little head and stared at Ning Fengsheng.
Ning Fengsheng was shocked. This was the first time she saw baby Nanchuan.
The little guy has a chubby, milky white face, long eyelashes like little fans, and big black eyes that are blue.
She was about seven or eight months old, wearing a light blue puffy jumpsuit, revealing her arms and calves as white as lotus roots.
When Nanchuan Baby saw Ning Fengsheng, he seemed to have discovered something extremely novel and important—
The little guy who was lazy and had no interest in any toys just now suddenly became excited, and his little arms and legs paddled violently and powerfully!
"He...he crawled?! He crawled towards Miss Si!"
The servant was shocked and opened his mouth in disbelief.
What was even more shocking was that the little guy crawled in front of Ning Fengsheng and actually stood up tremblingly by holding her calves.
The chubby feet were shaking to maintain balance, and the little butt wrapped in a diaper was slightly tilted backward.
"Ah——!" the servant screamed.
"Stand...Stand up?! Oh my god! The young master has stood up!!"
"Eight months! He's only eight months old! And this is his first time standing up!!"
Amid the servant's almost voice-breaking screams, the pink little body miraculously stood for a few seconds, but then lost its balance and was about to fall back to the ground!
Ning Fengsheng instinctively reached out to hold him, and the scent of milk mixed with baby powder hit his face.
The little guy was held tightly in her arms, and his beautiful blue eyes met her face closely.
"So cute..." Ning Fengsheng couldn't help but exclaim, his heart almost softened.
Is this the baby she and Nanchuan Shijue have?
I can see the shadow of that man in the little guy's facial features...
She's so young, but her nose is already so high!
"Nanchuan Yusen...you know who I am? Why are you crawling towards me?" Ning Fengsheng's eyes were filled with tears of emotion.
The little guy tilted his head and opened his mouth, revealing his pink gums which had not yet grown any teeth.
Like the first crack in the surface of a river in early spring - a pure and clean smile spread across his pink little face!
"What a freak!" the servant exclaimed, covering his mouth. "The young master hasn't liked to laugh since he was born. He even needs the young master to scare him to cry..."
"Yeah, the young master is usually so aloof, but he actually smiled at Miss Si--!!"
Ning Fengsheng was touched by the little darling's smile and couldn't help teasing him: "Can you smile again?"
The little guy seemed to understand what she said. He grinned with his toothless mouth, chuckled, and buried his little face in her arms.
The servants pulled each other excitedly as if they had seen the ninth wonder of the world, unable to contain their excitement.
"Is it because Miss Si looks like Miss Ning..."
Ning Fengsheng held the baby in her arms, and a wonderful feeling, a throbbing sensation as if blood was connected, surrounded her.
The baby is still so young, but he is close to her and recognizes her as his mother?
There was a noise coming from the entrance.
Nanchuan Shijue had a cold face and stared at Ning Fengsheng coldly!
The little baby noticed the movement and immediately put his arms around her neck, burying his little face in the crook of her neck.
"Master! The young master just stood up and smiled at Miss Si..." The servant was so excited that he was incoherent.
Nanchuan Shijue raised his hand to signal for silence and walked forward.
When he bent down, his haute couture suit outlined a perfect waistline, and his bony fingers stretched out to the baby: "Come here."
Baby Nanchuan turned his face away, clenched Ning Fengsheng with his chubby little hands, and hummed in dissatisfaction.
Nanchuan Shijue's hand froze in mid-air, with a flash of astonishment in his pupils - this baby, who always opened his arms as soon as he stretched out his hand, now refused to let him in.
"It's rare that the young master gets disliked this day." Moss walked in, stifling a laugh and exclaimed in amazement, "Genes are amazing. The young master is exactly like the young master in appearance, temper, and personality. Even his clingy attitude towards Miss Si is exactly the same as the young master's when he was a child!"
Cold air strikes!
Nanchuan Shijue's face turned extremely bad, and he was about to forcibly take the baby away from Ning Fengsheng's arms -
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