Chapter 68 The Young Master Bought All the Same Style
…
On the way home, Ning Fengsheng's phone vibrated several times. They were all calls from her grandfather, and she didn't dare to answer.
Fortunately, the phone was set to vibrate mode and Nanchuan Shijue didn't hear it.
When we arrived at the Rose Garden, the doctor was already waiting there with a medicine box.
Nanchuan Shijue's abdomen was bleeding and the blood had flowed onto his pants.
He sat back in a chair, his clothes open, peeling off the blood-stained gauze...
Seeing that the woman didn't care about his injuries at all and hurried into the bathroom, his face darkened and he turned on the monitor.
"Grandpa, I did break up with him. I didn't lie to you... I'm still with him for some reasons, so it's not convenient to explain to you now... Grandpa, don't worry. You have a heart disease, so you can't be anxious... I promise not to have children for him. Shengsheng has never lied to you since she was a child. You don't believe me?... I know you hate him... Didn't Shengsheng just have an abortion four months ago? You know I've always hated him... Okay, let's put it this way first. Don't let your imagination run wild. Take care of yourself. Grandma is sick now. You can't get yourself sick too..."
Nanchuan Shijue's lips became paler and paler, and every word Ning Fengsheng said was like a steel needle piercing his ears.
His body was shaking violently and trembling non-stop.
The doctor cut the loose threads and asked worriedly, "Master, does it hurt?"
Pain - like all my internal organs were crushed - the pain of all my bones being broken -
He was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out all over his body. He bent over and curled up on the ground.
"Master!" The doctor trembled with fear.
…
Ning Fengsheng knew nothing and was suddenly kicked out of the bedroom. She went downstairs and saw the servants busy making arrangements...
All the things previously bought for Lin Leixi were thrown away, and every item that once belonged to her was returning to its original place.
Even the toilet seat... was put back.
Ning Fengsheng was extremely surprised. Weren't these things packed up for her and put in the grocery room? She moved them outside the Rose Garden and set them all on fire!
Moss followed Ning Fengsheng downstairs and said, "Young Master bought all the same items."
"Same style?"
"Well, the ones you burned were the same ones you bought. The ones you left behind are the authentic ones." Moss was also speechless. "Every one of those items carries the memories of you and the young master. How could he really be willing to throw them away? He was just pretending..."
Ning Fengsheng was shocked.
In order to make it look good, did you buy the same item for everything?
However, Nanchuan Shijue is rich, and even if it is an out-of-print item, he can ask the manufacturer to produce it immediately with just a click of his fingers.
"It seems like something he would do," Ning Fengsheng smiled bitterly, stroking the objects with his fingers. "He's such a good actor, he almost fooled me."
"After so many years, don't you understand how the young master feels about you?"
Ning Fengsheng was so moved that his nose felt sore. That childish fool!
"You bought everything the same, but not the hard drive?"
"No, that hard drive was originally supposed to be in the young master's safe, so there was no replica... The servants took it by mistake when they were sorting it out..."
There is always a loophole in a hundred precautions! And the biggest mistake happened!
Ning Fengsheng felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, and was both angry and amused.
Suddenly her eyes fixed and she picked up a blue Venetian wine glass - the set of glasses had been broken into pieces on the ground on the night she was driven out of the Rose Garden.
At this moment, they are neatly placed in the most conspicuous position in the wine cabinet.
She squinted her eyes and observed the English words engraved on the cup -
"ShengSheng, I love you more than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow——Jue"
(Shengsheng, I love you more today than yesterday, but far less than tomorrow. - Jue)
Her eyes flickered as she recalled how he held her in his arms and they hand-fired this set of Venetian cups together, and how he had engraved the cups himself.
These souvenirs of their past all returned to their original places...
She admired and caressed each one of them.
The rose garden finally gradually regained its original appearance and was no longer cold and empty!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
