Chapter 251 Young Master Nanchuan kneels down!
"My husband lent you money to save your life, and that's how he saved your life!"
Father Ning's face turned from red to white, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Speaking of which, why isn't Shengsheng here?" The eldest aunt frowned and asked, "It's such an important occasion today, and she's still hiding from everyone?"
"Yeah, ever since she was dumped by Young Master Nanchuan, I haven't seen her in public for a year..."
"I'm too embarrassed to see anyone. I didn't come back even when the Ning family collapsed. How filial I am."
"Shengsheng...she went abroad to study." Father Ning said in a low voice.
"That's a nice thing to say. Could it be that Master Nanchuan got tired of playing with her and threw her away? She can't let it go..."
"Kneel down!" President Zhou suddenly shouted, "In front of the two elders, I kowtow and admit my mistakes to the basic moral principles of being a human being!"
Father Ning looked up suddenly: "What?"
"If you don't pay your debt, kneel down and beg me for mercy. Otherwise... you might not be able to hold this funeral."
There was dead silence in the mourning hall.
Ning's father's knees began to tremble. He looked at the two solemn portraits in the mourning hall, then at the relatives and friends around him who were watching him eagerly, and finally slowly bent his knees.
The dull thud of foreheads hitting each other made the whole room silent.
"That's right." The woman sneered, "Like an old dog..."
A loud braking sound was heard.
Six luxury cars were parked neatly outside the gate, and twenty bodyguards in black filed in.
The door of the leading car opened, and a man in a black haute couture suit walked down with an umbrella held by his slender fingers. His leather shoes stepped into the puddles without even a splash.
Nanchuan Shijue.
He raised his hand to adjust his tie, with a white rose pinned to his collar. He looked like a sword drawn from its sheath, sharp, elegant, and deadly.
The dark blue eyes swept across the mourning hall, and the temperature suddenly dropped ten degrees.
But what was even more shocking was the woman in his arms - Ning Fengsheng.
She was wearing a black silk dress, her hair tied up in a low bun, and her plain face was pale, but it couldn't hide the pride in her bones.
"Shengsheng!" Ning's father's exclamation was stuck in his throat.
Everyone was stunned as they watched the lovely couple walk into the mourning hall arm in arm.
The rumored abandoned eldest daughter of the Ning family now exudes an aura of nobility that makes one dare not look directly at her.
The person in charge of Nanchuan Group, who has always only appeared on the covers of financial magazines, actually held an umbrella for her personally!
"Master Nanchuan, I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person!" Mr. Zhou's expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, and his waist was already bent thirty degrees.
Nanchuan Shijue didn't even glance at him, and gently brushed away the non-existent dust on Ning Fengsheng's shoulders with his fingertips: "Are you cold? I told you to put on an extra coat."
Ning Fengsheng's eyes swept across Ning's father's kneeling posture, and then looked at the IOU in Mr. Zhou's hand——
"Don't you understand the principle that the dead are the greatest? How dare you disrupt the mourning hall?" Her voice was not loud, but it made everyone hold their breath unconsciously - after all, her backer was Young Master Nanchuan!
President Zhou smiled awkwardly and put away the IOU: "Ms. Ning, we were just catching up with President Ning..."
"Does it require people to kneel down to reminisce about the past?" Ning Fengsheng frowned.
Father Ning rushed to her feet with red eyes: "Shengsheng, Shengsheng is back... Dad, Dad is sorry for you..." He suddenly burst into tears, "Where have you been this year? Don't you want your dad anymore?"
Ning Fengsheng looked at his father's gray hair, and his memory suddenly went back to the ranch ravaged by flames a year ago.
The fire was raging and she was trapped in the warehouse waiting to die, while Ning's father took Aunt Xue and Ning Shanshan and ran away without looking back.
At this moment, his tears dripped onto the hem of her skirt. She felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, but she still took half a step back calmly.
"Mr. Ning, I'm here to see my grandparents today," she said awkwardly.
Father Ning was shocked: "Shengsheng, what do you mean... Why are you calling me Mr. Ning... Are you really going to break off all ties with Dad?"
Ning Fengsheng looked at the mother and daughter standing in the corner: "Your wife and daughter are over there."
"Shengsheng——" Father Ning was about to grab her hand.
However, the terrifying gaze of Lord Nanchuan swept over him, frightening him so much that he shrank back.
"Shengsheng, Daddy regrets this past year, regretting it every day. Daddy really knows he was wrong..."
Ning Fengsheng didn't look at him again, but turned to look at Mr. Zhou and the others: "Are you here to mourn, or to disrupt the event?"
"Ms. Ning, please don't misunderstand. Paying back debts is only natural. We have no other choice but to do this..."
Moss took out his checkbook and asked, "How much does Mr. Ning owe you?"
Mr. Zhou immediately handed over the IOU.
Moss wrote with a sharp pen, tore off the check and threw it in his face: "All creditors, follow me to the side hall. Master's rule - don't spill blood in the mourning hall."
The creditors flocked to follow.
Father Ning suddenly rushed to the feet of Nanchuan Shijue: "Master Nanchuan, your kindness is so great..."
"Get out of here." Nanchuan Shijue raised his toes slightly and stepped on Ning's father's shoulder, "Don't dirty my shoes."
He was wearing the wolf-head leather shoes Ning Fengsheng had given him...
"Thank you, Master Nanchuan! Thank you!" Father Ning kowtowed heavily.
"I'm not helping you. You're not qualified." Nanchuan Shijue's voice seemed to float from the clouds, with an innate arrogance. "I just don't want some dirty things to ruin her mood."
Father Ning nodded repeatedly and turned to Ning Fengsheng: "Shengsheng, Dad was wrong. I was in charge of that fire..."
Ning Fengsheng interrupted: "Move aside, I'll burn incense for grandpa and grandma first."
Ning's father knelt down with tears streaming down his face and made way.
Ning Fengsheng walked towards the incense table, and his fingertips were shaking as he picked up three incense sticks.
Nanchuan Shijue took the incense, lit it, and handed it back to her.
When she was about to kneel down, Nanchuan Shijue suddenly grabbed her arm and kicked the mat in front of her.
"The ground is cold, do you want to have cold legs all the time?"
“…”
The man who was said to have only raised his glass and not stood up when the European presidents toasted him, actually knelt on the futon.
He straightened his back, looked solemn, and kowtowed three times side by side with Ning Fengsheng.
There was a gasp in the mourning hall, the Buddhist beads in Second Aunt's hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and Young Master Nanchuan knelt down! ?
From the side hall came cries of begging for mercy. After a while, the creditors came back with their faces covered.
Everyone, with bruised faces and noses, knelt down in front of the mourning hall in unison: "We are blind and have offended the mourning hall. Please forgive us, two elders..."
Ning Fengsheng looked at the falling incense ash, and vaguely saw her grandmother holding her hand when she was a child, fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan and telling stories under the osmanthus tree in front of the old house.
Nanchuan Shijue reached out and brought her to his side, blocking the floating paper ashes: "If you want to cry, lean on my shoulder."
Ning Fengsheng shook his head, straightened his back and burned paper for his grandparents.
Nanchuan Shijue always half-hugged her waist, and the warmth of his palm came through the thin fabric, giving her invisible support.
Father Ning's cries mixed with the creditor's pleas for mercy were very loud...
Ning Fengsheng frowned——
"You're disturbing her! Get out of here!" Nanchuan Shijue's eyes flashed with a fierce, bloody glint. If it weren't for today's special occasion, he wouldn't want to dirty this mourning hall...
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