Chapter 46 You haven't coaxed me yet
"Miss Ning didn't go out for a stroll on the street. She must be busy with something."
Ning Fengsheng finally understood that he was trying to find excuses for her, but also to save himself...
Nanchuan Shijue's face was twisted, and his face was full of questions:
"Where have you been? Where have you been this past week? With Gong Gou? Why did you come back only now? It's one o'clock. From the moment he made the call that Gong Ye received until now, she has been with Gong Ye the entire time?"
However, he didn't dare to ask a single question.
He was afraid that she would tell him an answer that would break his heart, that he would become furious and go crazy.
I will drive her out with my own hands——
She will never come back again—
Nanchuan Shijue's face was tangled and in great pain: "Why did you draw me... Ning Fengsheng, why did you draw me..."
Why let him see those drawings and make him have unnecessary expectations and delusions?
It made him ecstatic, and then pushed him into the hell of despair.
"You've been drinking."
"I've never been so clear-headed in my life!" He grabbed her shoulders and turned her over, lowering his head slightly, pressing his burning forehead against hers. "Tell me... torturing me like this, crushing my heart in your hands... are you happy? Do you feel a sense of accomplishment? Ning Fengsheng..."
Ning Fengsheng wanted to tell the truth several times, but when he thought of the intimacy between him and Lin Leixi, he felt speechless.
If he wants to create a misunderstanding, then I'll take this opportunity to completely separate...
When she met Gong Ye in the hospital, she had even thought of how to kill the man with a knife.
Let her do it herself. She will rest in peace only if she ends the life of that bastard with her own hands to avenge the hatred of her previous life.
He didn't want to drag Nanchuan Shijue into this, and didn't want Gong Ye's blood to dirty his hands - after all, he was about to become a father.
What's more, this grudge has always been between her and Gong Ye, and she has no right to ask Nanchuan Shijue to take action!
"Can't you just say something I want to hear...even if it's just perfunctory?"
Nanchuan Shijue held her tightly in his arms, fearing that she would disappear if he let go.
Ning Fengsheng felt bitter in his heart: "I hope you are happy."
"Happiness?" He seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. "You've made me suffer the most, and you say you want me to be happy?"
"That was in the past... That's why I hope you will be happy in the future..."
How can he be happy without her?
She says one thing but does another.
Now she didn't even bother to coax him. He had already set the steps, but she refused to stretch her legs and come down.
And she even said in a high-sounding manner that she hoped he would be happy...
"Ning Fengsheng... your heart is made of iron... you are so cruel..." Nanchuan Shijue smiled coldly. His broken heart had been hurt enough by her anyway, so this time would not make a difference.
He has never had the nerve to save face in front of her, so this time is no different!
A hot hand gripped her wrist. He wanted to say something, but his vision blurred and his body fell heavily downwards.
Ning Fengsheng watched him fall down, but he couldn't bear his weight and was crushed down.
Moss was quick to act and held onto one of the young master's arms.
At the same time, an inappropriate sound of hunger rang out...
It came from Nanchuan Shijue's stomach.
"The young master hasn't eaten for a few days..." Moss said with a bitter face, "He's in a bad mood, not eating but drinking strong liquor."
Ning Fengsheng: “…”
"Miss Ning is back, please take care of the young master!"
What can she do? He's not a three-year-old child.
Nanchuan Shijue seemed to be extremely exhausted and could barely stand. No wonder he staggered and swayed when he came over just now.
Ning Fengsheng pressed the call bell, waking up several servants, who worked together to help the man to the living room on the second floor.
…
Gold dust floated in the light filtering in through the velvet curtains.
Nanchuan Shijue was sunk in the black silk quilt, his pale finger bones crumpling the haute couture sheets.
The aroma of medicine mixed with the fragrance of porridge wafted in the air. The man's cold, pale face flushed abnormally. His eyes were so heavy that it seemed as if he could hardly open them, but he still glanced at her from the corner of his eyes: "Miss Ning, you are standing so far away, are you visiting the funeral home?"
Ning Fengsheng took a deep breath, stepped in, and his eyes fell on the cold porridge on the bedside table.
The man looked sick, with the corners of his eyes burning scarlet.
He actually went on a hunger strike for several days and almost fainted from hunger!
At this time, he still refuses to eat...
"Miss Ning, please persuade the young master..." Moss stood behind her with a bitter face, afraid that she would turn around and leave.
If he hadn't stopped her, Ning Fengsheng would have already left.
"At least let the young master eat something before leaving?"
Ning Fengsheng sighed. It was not easy to be the steward of a Nanchuan noble family. It was full of suffering.
She picked up a cool towel, but he blocked it with his hand.
Nanchuan Shijue stared at her with a pair of red eyes, still angry: "None of your business."
He just held her and wouldn't let her go, and now he says he doesn't want her to care?
"Then I'll leave." Ning Fengsheng retracted his hand, but was grabbed at the wrist.
Nanchuan Shijue's body temperature is really hot: "You haven't coaxed me yet."
“…”
"...I'm easy to coax." He sneered in a low voice, but his voice was soft and pleading.
Was it because of illness and hunger? Tonight, Nanchuan Spyker appeared fragile...
He was like a piece of glass hanging on the edge of a table, and it seemed that if he was touched lightly, he would tilt and shatter to the ground.
"I didn't go shopping..." Ning Fengsheng pursed her lips, looking at the despair in his eyes, she couldn't bear it and said, "I've been in the hospital these days. My grandma is sick."
"Miss Ning, please don't gasp for air next time you speak. Complete your sentence in one go."
The young master was not so anxious that he almost had a heart attack.
"Master, I told you that Miss Ning must have been delayed by something!" Moss grinned, happier than his master.
Nanchuan Shijue stared at her with his dark eyes, not knowing whether he believed it or not, but he didn't ask any more questions.
He knew very well that asking any more questions would only bring humiliation upon himself.
There was an eerie silence...
"Have you coaxed him?"
“…”
Ning Fengsheng glanced at the fever-reducing patch on the table, the packaging was still unopened.
A pile of fever-reducing drugs was scattered at the feet, along with an overturned medicine bowl.
"Can we eat now?" Ning Fengsheng asked in a low voice.
Nanchuan Shijue looked at her with scorching eyes: "There's still half that hasn't been coaxed."
"……what else?"
"Those paintings—" Moss reminded him. This was what the young master cared about most.
"I used it for practice, so I just drew it."
"You're lying!" Nanchuan Shijue's voice was hoarse. In the past, even when he forced her to do so, she refused to paint a single picture.
But now he has secretly painted so many paintings and hidden them.
If he hadn't missed her so much that he toured the studio where she often stayed and checked all her works, he would have almost missed these "evidences"!
"Believe it or not, eat it or not." Ning Fengsheng turned around and was about to leave.
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