Chapter 275 He Will Only Marry Ning Fengsheng
Nanchuan Shijue clicked on an award-winning video and saw her smiling at the camera.
In the video, the reporter asked, "Ms. Si has a bright future now. What's the secret?"
She paused, her smile fading. "There's no secret, just... try to live."
Nanchuan Shijue pursed his lips tightly. In the past three years, he watched her stand higher and higher on the podium...
She is indeed talented and intelligent, but she is too naive and underestimates the dangers of the world.
In the dark side that she couldn't see, he cleared all obstacles for her...
Those investors who wanted to harass her were sent to jail;
Designers who copied her work were ruined;
A complete ban on journalists who tried to slander her reputation...
He is her most loyal believer.
…
In the middle of the night, the moonlight is quiet.
Ning Fengsheng fell asleep holding the little baby in her arms, her long hair spread on the pillow like black satin.
She was thinner than she was three years ago, with a clearer jawline, but also more dazzling, like a polished diamond, shining all over.
She was doing just fine without him.
Nanchuan Shijue stood beside the bed for a long time, staring at her face greedily.
"Silly woman, whoever you act most like a child in front of loves you the most..."
He allowed her to be willful and spoiled her into a bad child.
"Shengsheng, be my child forever. I will protect you."
He wanted to protect her from the wind and protect her from being ravaged by the world.
But he broke his promise and failed to protect her, causing her to suffer so much!
So, his "child" grew up and no longer needed him...
He brought this upon himself and he deserved it.
Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't help but raise his hand, his fingertips hovering above her cheek, just one centimeter away from touching the delicate skin.
"Ning Fengsheng, you would rather try your best to live... than want me."
He leaned over gently, his nose almost touching the top of her hair, greedily sniffing the familiar fragrance.
For the past three years, every night after Nanchuan Yusen fell asleep, he would return to Meiyuan and fall asleep holding that soft body.
Only with her by his side could he sleep peacefully.
So, should we be thankful that at least she is still by his side in physical form?
Ning Fengsheng turned over and opened his eyes drowsily.
Their eyes met.
Her pupils suddenly contracted like a frightened cat, her heart beat wildly, blood rushed to her head, and her face turned abnormally red.
Nanchuan Shijue? Was she seeing right? It was him—!?
Nanchuan Shijue's face froze. He tugged at a corner of the quilt covering Nanchuan Yusen with his big hand and turned away in a feigned indifference: "He likes to kick the quilt. Please, Miss Si, keep an eye on him."
Before Ning Fengsheng could come to his senses, the man had already left quickly.
Nanchuan Shijue tripped over something and stumbled into the door frame, making a dull sound.
"Bang!"
Ning Fengsheng sat up in fear, looking at his fleeing back, his hand unconsciously touching his heart——
In the corridor, Nanchuan Shijue punched the wall and sneered to himself.
Since when did he have to be so sneaky when looking at his own woman?!
…
The next day.
"The eighth day of next month. Master says the wedding date has been set."
The cigar between his fingertips burned to the end, but Nanchuan Shijue seemed unaware of it.
He pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, his movements as graceful as if he were performing a work of art: "Let him give up on this idea."
"Master..." Moss looked embarrassed. "Master has already arranged the scene. The church..."
"It's smashed."
"No one dares, young master! That's the century-old church of our ancestral home..."
"Ancestral home?" Nanchuan Shijue finally turned his head. His handsome, almost bewitching face was expressionless, except for the crimson blush at the corners of his eyes, which betrayed a bit of suppressed hostility. "He really knows how to choose a place."
"The master deliberately chose the venue in a century-old church, near his wife's grave. The master said..." Moss's voice lowered, "The lady must be present at the young master's wedding. He wants her to see you... happy with her own eyes."
"Huh. Happy?"
Is a business marriage built on family interests worthy of being called happy?
By holding the wedding in front of his mother's grave, the old man just wanted to declare to him who is the real controller of the Nanchuan family.
The hostility in his eyes became stronger: "No one dares to do it, I will do it myself."
Ancestral home, century-old church.
Dozens of servants were busy setting up the wedding venue.
"Bang——" The heavy carved wooden door was kicked open.
Nanchuan Shijue rushed in with eight black-clad bodyguards. Without saying a word, he kicked the champagne tower next to him.
The crisp sound of the crystal glass breaking echoed in the empty church...
“Smash it!”
Following his command, the bodyguards behind him also took action.
The lace tablecloth was torn to shreds, the silverware was trampled underfoot, and the hanging ribbons and light signs were smashed...
Nanchuan Shijue walked to the altar and looked at the bouquet made of ninety-nine tulips - his mother's favorite flowers.
A cruel arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he threw the bouquet to the ground. His shiny leather shoes crushed the delicate petals, making a mess on the ground.
A servant stepped forward to stop him, but was kicked away by him.
Ning Fengsheng, when I realized that the only thing I, a jerk with a very short patience and a bad temper, could hold on to the longest was that I loved you...
It is impossible for me to marry a woman other than you in this life.
Even if it's a wedding you don't want, I will never give it to someone else—
He didn't know how long he kept smashing things, but he stopped only when the entire church was reduced to ruins.
His finger bones turned white from the exertion, and the sweat oozing from his forehead slid down his perfect jawline and dripped onto his black shirt.
Get married? What the hell!
He took one last look at the mess, and as if that wasn't enough, he threw away the tinderbox.
The blue flames danced between his fingers, illuminating the crazy light in his eyes.
He casually threw the lighter towards the silk hanging next to him, and the flame instantly licked the fabric and spread rapidly.
"Master, are you okay..." Moss frantically took out medicine from his pocket.
Nanchuan Shijue was sweating all over and took the pills and swallowed them dryly.
Tsk, this heart is really useless...
After just a short while of activity, I felt so exhausted that I felt like I was going to die.
"Master, you look scary—"
"I can't die."
Nanchuan Shijue leaned against the wall, waiting for the pain in his heart to pass.
He masochistically enjoyed this pain, only feeling alive when he was on the verge of death...
If it weren't for that kid crying out for food, he would have already passed away to another world three years ago, carrying the vegetative Shengsheng...
Moss looked at the blazing fire in front of him and felt something was wrong. He thought the master was going to be furious!
"Master, why are you doing this? Even if you burn the church down, your wedding with Miss Bai will go on as planned..."
Nanchuan Shijue sneered, he would only marry Ning Fengsheng.
With any other woman, formal marriage is impossible - unless he is dead.
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