Chapter 282 Even a three-year-old child would come to coax you
"Click", the door lock was gently turned open, and the carved door was pushed open a crack.
A tender little hand stretched out from the crack of the door, cautiously exploring——
Throw down a gray kitten comfort doll.
The door closed again immediately!
Ning Fengsheng was startled and exchanged glances with the Nanchuan nobleman.
Nanchuan Island Forest?
Nanchuan Shijue's face darkened. This kid is here again! He's haunting us!
He had only been with Ning Fengsheng for less than ten minutes!
Moss, with his big eyes, couldn't even keep an eye on that kid! Just dig him out!
Ning Fengsheng was about to get up and go check, but his hand was tightly grasped by Nanchuan Shijue.
The man glared at her fiercely like a leopard possessing its prey—Ning Fengsheng, you just said you chose me! You said you chose me!
Ning Fengsheng was amused by his expression, and the door was pushed open again——
This time, the little hand threw in a big bag of snacks.
Nanchuan Shijue: “…”
Ning Fengsheng: “…”
Next, there’s a limited edition football signed by a star player;
An ugly but cute dinosaur;
A handmade airplane...
Seeing the door opening and closing, the owner of the little hand stuffed all kinds of snacks and toys in with a flattering look...
Nanchuan Shijue's expression changed from full of anger to calm and forbearing...
Ning Fengsheng's heart became unusually soft, and his eyes turned red again.
She found that she really loved crying.
I cry when I'm touched, when I'm sad, when I'm in pain...
The door was opened a final time, and the little hand paused, as if hesitating, before finally stuffing in a folded piece of paper that had clearly been torn from a picture book.
After doing all this, the little hand quickly retracted as if it had completed some important task.
The door closed again, and there was a rustling sound from outside, as if a little person was holding his breath, nervously sticking to the door to eavesdrop on the movement inside.
Ning Fengsheng bit his lower lip, shook Nanchuan Shijue's hand—
Nanchuan Shijue, look.
Your son doesn't know how to comfort you when you're angry...
He will just stuff his favorite things into your room.
Just like when a child is angry, adults will only buy toys to appease him, he used the child's way.
There was deathly silence in the bedroom.
Nanchuan Shijue stared at the toys intently, as if about to sneer, but the corners of his mouth drooped, and his heart ached...
Ning Fengsheng's gaze shifted from Nanchuan Shijue's red eyes, which were filled with shock, to the wrinkled apology letter filled with clumsy love.
"Your son is apologizing to you."
“…”
"He's trying to please you..."
Nanchuan Shijue’s jaw was tense, his eyes were covered with mist, and his teeth were clenched tightly: “What the hell does he want to please!”
"Are you really still angry?" Ning Fengsheng pulled his hand and shook it again and again.
Nanchuan Shijue didn't say anything. Damn, this kid must have learned it from me.
Don't think that if you try to please him like this, he will let Ning Fengsheng go - not even a hair!
"Even a three-year-old would try to coax you, Nanchuan Shijue...would you please stop being angry?"
Nanchuan Shijue exhaled cold air from his nose and said nothing.
"What's written on that paper? Don't you want to see it?"
Nanchuan Shijue turned his eyes away stiffly: "If you want to see it, just say it!"
"Yes, yes, you don't want to see it, but I want to see it..." Ning Fengsheng stood up and picked up the "apology letter".
On it were written a few large, crooked words in colored crayon:
"I'm sorry, Baba, please stop being angry, okay? I'm sorry!!!"
The handwriting is childish, the strokes are crooked, and there are a few pinyin substitutes...
There was also a crooked crying face drawn below, which almost took up half of the paper.
Ning Fengsheng gave it to Nanchuan Shijue. The man got awkward and kept shouting, "Tear it up! Even a dog wouldn't even look at it!"
But he glanced around twice quickly.
"Ning Fengsheng, look at your good son. He's so scheming at such a young age, yet he knows how to win people's hearts!" He sneered, grabbed the letter with his big hand, and stuffed it under the pillow.
"That's because he inherited Young Master Nanchuan's high IQ. You wrote the apology letter, you must be more scheming than your son... and you even included a love letter with a high fever of 39.5 degrees..."
Nanchuan Shijue: “…”
"He knows he was wrong and won't do it again next time... Can you please forgive him this time?" Ning Fengsheng softened his voice. "The little guy is still waiting at the door. Should I go and comfort him?"
Nanchuan Shijue fell silent, his blue-black eyes looking towards the door...
Ning Fengsheng smiled and moved the toys and snacks to the sofa before opening the door.
Outside the door, a small figure was curled up on the ground, like a frightened little quail.
Nanchuan Yusen buried his head and seemed to be crying.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the delicate and pretty little face immediately looked up——
Those big blue eyes, inherited from the Nanchuan Spyker, were filled with tears, and the little face was full of tension and anxiety.
Seeing Ning Fengsheng, his mouth pursed, tears dripping down his face. In his baby voice, with a thick sob tone, he timidly asked:
"Sisi... Is Dad still mad at me? Does Dad really not want me anymore?"
Ning Fengsheng's heart softened instantly.
She squatted down and hugged the little guy tightly in her arms: "No, Daddy will never give up Sen Sen..."
"Daddy has never been so mean to the baby..." Nanchuan Yusen cried sadly.
Ning Fengsheng patted the little guy's back gently: "Daddy is just sick, a little painful, and in a bad mood... He is not angry with the baby... Daddy has already received the apology letter you wrote..."
"Really? Daddy's sick?" The little guy shuddered and stretched his head to look into the room. "Can I go see Daddy?"
Ning Fengsheng hesitated. The wound on Nanchuan Shijue's back was too bloody. It would be bad for a child to see it...
"Dad's illness is contagious. You can't go in now. Can you wait a couple of days until he feels better before going to see him?"
Nanchuan Yusen sniffed his nose and asked crying, "Sisi, does daddy hate the baby anymore..."
"How could it be... Dad loves Sen Sen so much that he can't wait."
Moss and the doctor didn't go far, they stayed nearby...
The doctor is being brought in for treatment.
Ning Fengsheng did not follow in to disturb him. If she had not interrupted him, Nanchuan Shijue's wound would have been treated with medicine.
She carried the little guy back to the room, washed his face, kissed and coaxed him for a long time, and finally coaxed him to sleep.
Nanchuan Yusen was obviously frightened, and his little fingers were grabbing her nervously.
It seems... I'm really afraid of being abandoned.
Ning Fengsheng felt sad. He had been without a mother since childhood, and his father's love was everything to him - Nanchuan Shijue was his heaven!
He was really scared when he heard that his father didn't want him.
"Sen Sen, I'm your mother..."
How should I tell my baby the truth? I'm afraid...it's going to be hard for the little one to accept it right away.
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