Chapter 9 He was about to become a father...
"You are my life. If I let you go, I will die."
"As long as you are willing, all the women in the Northern Continent will line up to be your wife."
"Mrs. Nanchuan's seat is only for you!"
Liar, you said you would never lie to me, but you lied to me...
Ning Fengsheng's tears kept rolling down from the corners of her eyes, and a cold hand was gently wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Nanchuan Shijue... please don't leave... please don't leave me alone...
Ning Fengsheng held that hand tightly and pressed it against her tearful cheek.
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"Master, this is a bracelet woven with Miss Ning's hair." Moss presented a silver tray.
On the red velvet cloth, a bracelet braided with hair is wrapped with a silver bell and a red ribbon hangs down...
Nanchuan Shijue picked it up and looked at it for a while, then gently stroked it with his fingers. It felt like the texture of her hair, very silky, and had a faint fragrance that belonged only to her.
Opening the safe, he carefully put the hair tie away.
This cabinet is filled with things related to her...
There was a small string of beads made from her baby teeth, which was found in the Ning family's utility room.
There were her drawings, the first cookies she baked, and the lucky charm she had asked for at the temple... Maybe she had asked for it for Gong Ye, and he snatched it away as soon as he saw it.
There were also her handicrafts, the bed sheet from her first menstruation, her pregnancy diagnosis...
Nanchuan Shijue took out the diagnosis sheet. He had laughed to himself at this piece of paper for countless nights!
He thought that as long as they had a child together, she would never think of running away from him again...
The five-month-old baby was already taking shape, and he took her to do several ultrasounds.
Ning Fengsheng, how can you be so cruel?
Nanchuan Shijue crumpled up the diagnosis sheet and threw it into the trash can, then picked it up and put it back where it belonged.
Next to the ultrasound image, there was a pen-sized urn containing the baby's remains...
He was only one step late. When he kicked open the door of the operating room, he saw the bloody piece of flesh held in the doctor's blood-stained plastic gloves.
It's a girl, maybe a girl who looks like Ning Fengsheng...
Nanchuan Shijue's stomach churned and he suddenly felt like vomiting!
He held onto the door of the safe, vomiting so much bile that it was almost pouring out...
"Master, why don't you bury the young lady?" Moss watched from the side, tears welling in his eyes. "I'll contact the cemetery..."
"Shut up! Shengsheng is most afraid of the dark... Every time there's a thunderstorm and a power outage, she crawls into my arms." Nanchuan Shijue pursed his red lips and sneered, "This child looks like her. She's only five months old. Do you want her to stay in a dark and cold cemetery?"
Moss didn't understand. For five months, the hospital just threw the baby into the trash.
Only the young master would pick it up as a treasure and hold a grand funeral...
Although no one was invited to the funeral, all the necessary procedures were followed except for the burial.
This is a child who was abandoned without love, Nanchuan Shijue said, it is his fault.
If this child was Gong Ye's, Ning Fengsheng would be eager to give birth to it.
"Master, please don't think like that. The baby is only five months old and hasn't formed yet..."
"What do you know--!?" Nanchuan Shijue suddenly roared. If the child hadn't died, he would be born soon.
He was about to become a father...
He calculated the date and found that after ten months of pregnancy, she would be due in more than a month.
The electronic screen of the safe suddenly flickered, playing a four-dimensional color ultrasound video of the baby in Ning Fengsheng's belly...
The fetal heart rate monitor that was recording at the time was softly beeping. It was the baby's heartbeat...
Plop, plop, plop.
So fresh.
Nanchuan Shijue held the urn, lowered his back to the table legs and slowly slid down to the ground.
The electronic screen switched to another picture, a video of Ning Fengsheng riding a horse on the beach, the wind blowing her hair and long skirt.
She smiled happily, but when she looked at the camera, her face became cold.
She never had a good face towards him...
Nanchuan Shijue put the urn close to the screen and said in a terrifyingly gentle voice: "Look, Mom is playing hide-and-seek with you..."
Moss was horrified when he saw this scene - the young master's love was terribly paranoid, sometimes almost perverted, and his desire to control Miss Ning was also extremely hot. No wonder Ning Fengsheng was forced to the point of being unable to breathe and just wanted to escape.
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At night, Ning Fengsheng's high fever finally subsided.
She woke up from her coma and saw the IV bag dripping...
Today is the seventh day. If she fails to find the ring, Nanchuan Shijue will kick her out.
He always kept his word. What else could she do if he drove her away?
Ning Fengsheng sat up from the bed with difficulty, pulled out the soft needle, and looked around the huge villa. Finally, Moss told her that the young master was in the study and had locked himself in there all day.
"The young master is holding the young lady's ashes like that...not eating or drinking...Miss Ning, please try to persuade her."
"The young lady's ashes?" Ning Fengsheng was surprised. Where did the ashes come from?
"It's the five-month-old baby that Miss Ning aborted. It's already in its infancy. The young master keeps mumbling that it looks like you..."
Of course, the facial features are still unclear at five months old, so it is impossible for him to really look like Ning Fengsheng. That is just Nanchuan Shijue's wishful thinking.
Ning Fengsheng's body trembled: "He picked up the embryo...?"
"There was even a funeral. Miss Ning didn't like the child, so the young master didn't let you go."
"Funeral..." Ning Fengsheng's lips trembled. He was crazy, but this was something he would do.
After all, Nanchuan Shijue has done more crazy things...
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The darkness was like thick ink, permeating the entire room.
A strong smell of alcohol, mixed with the smell of tobacco...
Nanchuan Shijue stood in front of the French window, his figure outlined in a cold, hard outline. He held a burning cigarette between his fingers, the scarlet spark flickering in the darkness.
The moonlight reflected that breathtakingly handsome face, with thin lips tightly pursed under the high nose bridge, and the shadow cast by the brow bone obscured the pair of turbulent eyes.
The door was gently pushed open, and a beam of light pierced into the darkness.
"Get out."
Ning Fengsheng stood at the door, wearing a thin nightgown, barefoot on the ground, her toes slightly curled up due to the cold.
"Didn't you say that I shouldn't even think about leaving your hell?"
Nanchuan Shijue turned around suddenly, and the cigarette butt flashed a scarlet fire in the darkness.
In the moonlight, his eyes were filled with rage, and his jawline was so tight that it seemed about to break.
"Ning Fengsheng," he squeezed each word out through his teeth, "Don't force me to chase you away."
She walked up to him, the moonlight falling on her pale face, the shadow cast by her eyelashes could not hide the brokenness in her eyes: "Moss said the ring is in your hand."
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