Chapter 95: The Curses Are Never Repeated
"You went on the road alone." Ning Fengsheng pulled out a dagger and kicked away his bloody hand.
"Heh, the heir of the Nanchuan family...will not end up like this."
The strong wind swallowed his last murmur, and he was forced to let go of the crevice and fall down.
The heir of the Nanchuan family? Him?
Ning Fengsheng wiped the fingerprints off the dagger and threw it down the mountain. He simply cleaned the blood off his hands and turned to leave.
…
Rose Garden.
The phone vibrated on the sandalwood table.
Nanchuan Shijue unlocked and locked the screen. Damn the spam message, it wasn’t her...
"Get rid of the spam company!"
Moss took a peek and said, "Master, this seems to be a scam message..."
Which blind fraud gang dared to send spam messages to the young master's phone!
For general business connections, please contact special assistant Mr. Li.
"Fraudulent company?" Nanchuan Shijue sneered, "Eradicate them completely!"
Young master, you are doing a good deed and getting rid of harm for the people. There have been a lot of overseas scams recently.
He grabbed a pen and signed the document, his ink seeping through the back of the paper, and the financial data reported by the secretariat was scratched out beyond recognition.
The clock just passed ten o'clock, and Ning Fengsheng had been away from home for more than two hours...
He loosened his tie irritably, feeling even more annoyed.
When the servant pushed the door open, he was staring at the computer screen, his fingertips tapping the desk unconsciously in a chaotic rhythm, like a countdown to some kind of collapse.
"Master, this is the perfume you requested." The crystal bottle was handed to him respectfully.
Nanchuan Shijue threw down his pen and stroked the word "Sheng" on the perfume bottle with his fingertips.
He pressed the nozzle towards the air, and a fine mist of water spread out. The fragrance floated in the air like an illusory hug.
Nanchuan Shijue closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but his brows were slightly furrowed - it was not her smell.
But this is the closest it's ever been.
"Are R&D companies a bunch of idiots?"
"Master, the fragrance of this person is really difficult to develop. I have tried my best..."
Nanchuan Shijue stood up and sprayed perfume all over the room almost roughly, and the scent of perfume quickly filled the entire space.
A faint fragrance, elegant and clean, tried to cover up the fact that she was not there.
He took a few deep breaths and finally sat back in his office chair with his fingertips against his temples.
The video conference of the shareholders' meeting has been automatically connected.
The executives on the other side of the screen nervously reported their quarterly figures, but he didn't listen to a word. Until a certain number was off, he slammed the table and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Redo it."
“…”
"What's the point of me raising a bunch of good-for-nothings like you?!"
“…”
Nanchuan Shijue was angry for more than ten minutes, and he kept cursing at people.
Moss smacked his lips as he listened. At that time, any dog that passed by would be slapped by the young master.
The meeting ended in dead silence. Nanchuan Shijue threw away the documents. The handwriting on the contract was distorted into blurry black lines in his eyes.
He hadn't slept all night last night, and his eyes were slightly blue, but his mind was terribly clear—
The ticking of the clock was like torture, and he was repeatedly whipped by the increasingly intense anxiety!
He looks very sleepy, but he can jump up and curse at any time!
Moss returned, holding a handbag.
"Master, Miss Ning's belongings are all here."
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly looked up and snatched the bag away, searching through the contents with her fingertips - lipstick, cell phone, keys, ID, wallet, and the antidepressants she often took.
His knuckles turned slightly white, as if he was confirming some evidence.
"She didn't bring anything?"
"Yes, sir."
He clenched the medicine bottle tightly, his knuckles turning white, and took out a USB flash drive from his bag and frowned.
A USB drive? What information did she store there? Damn curiosity was brewing!
He forced himself to let go and put the USB drive back, as if he was afraid of being discovered if he was rummaging through her things.
"Master, you haven't rested all night. Why don't you take a nap?" Moss suggested. "When you wake up, Miss Ning will be back."
Nanchuan Shijue sneered. Did he not trust her, or was he extremely insecure?
Every cell in his body was afraid that she would abandon him and run away!
How much restraint does he need to exert to suppress the desire to investigate her whereabouts?
He took out sleeping pills from the drawer and swallowed two of them.
Half an hour later, his eyes were still open, and the patterns on the ceiling twisted into her name in his eyes.
Finally, he called his bodyguard.
"Use the electric baton to shock me." He ordered in a hoarse voice.
"Master, what are you doing..." Moss was shocked.
"She came back and woke me up."
The bodyguard came up with a stun gun, and under his terrifying gaze, he finally raised his hand.
Before he lost consciousness, he smelled her pajamas and let himself sink into chaos, like a stubborn and childish trapped beast, waiting for her to come home in his dreams.
Who knew that he had only been asleep for less than an hour when he heard the servant's joyful announcement from downstairs!
"Miss Ning is back!"
Moss hurried downstairs and saw Ning Fengsheng changing his shoes at the entrance: "The young master thought you would be back after dark, so he just went to bed."
Ning Fengsheng was relieved: "So well behaved? No noise or trouble?"
Moss didn't dare say that the young master couldn't sleep even after taking sleeping pills, so he used an electric baton to shock himself unconscious.
Nanchuan Shijue didn't wake up until the middle of the night. If he hadn't seen Ning Fengsheng sleeping soundly in the second bedroom, he would have definitely gotten furious.
…
morning.
Ning Fengsheng opened his eyes and saw Nanchuan Shijue in a suit and tie holding a breakfast tray.
The man had a neatly tied tie and a pet collar around his neck. His fair skin and red lips were sharp and beautiful, and his right hand was wrapped in a bloody bandage.
"The temperature is just right." Nanchuan Shijue brought the oatmeal porridge over and stirred it gently with a silver spoon.
Ning Fengsheng half sat up and found his body was cold. He looked down and found that his nightgown had been untied, revealing a large area of his body!
She frowned. This must be the masterpiece of Nanchuan Shijue...
The man stared at her intently with knowing eyes, his voice becoming hoarse: "Master. Shall I feed you?"
Ning Fengsheng gathered up her nightgown. Was he checking if there were any traces of other people on her body, or was he peeking at her to quench his thirst...?
Anyway, the look in his eyes at this moment made him want to swallow her in one bite.
"No, I haven't washed up yet."
"You want me to carry you over?"
"I have my own legs."
Ning Fengsheng walked towards the bathroom, and Nanchuan Shijue stuck to him until the door closed in front of him.
The man was standing by the door. When she opened it, he leaned over, the golden bell swaying around his neck, practically wagging his tail. "Master, kiss?"
"……don't want."
"Hold me?"
Ning Fengsheng stared at him. His face was full of hunger, and he wanted to say "I want to sleep with the master..." in the next second.
"Nanchuan Shijue, stay one meter away from me."
He wanted to be a toy dog himself, and he is not allowed to be kissed or hugged without his owner's order.
Not to mention more intimate actions.
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