Chapter 10 Premonitions of Depression
"So what?"
"You planned it out from the beginning. You didn't intend to marry me."
"Oh. Marry you?" He sneered, raising his hand to crush the cigarette butt between his fingers, "Why?"
"Because..." Her voice began to tremble, "Because you clearly love me."
These words were like a knife, stabbing into Nanchuan Shijue's heart.
He suddenly pinched her chin with such force that it almost broke her bones: "Love?"
His breath sprayed on her face, carrying a strong smell of tobacco and blood. "A woman who killed her own child with her own hands, is she worthy of talking about love?"
Ning Fengsheng's pupils contracted violently: "I regret it too—"
"Shut up!" He interrupted her angrily, veins popping out on his forehead. "Now you're saying you want to give birth to my child?"
His thumb pressed hard against her trembling lips. "It's fun to tease me like a fool?"
Her body began to shake uncontrollably, a precursor to a depressive episode.
Nanchuan Shijue was keenly aware of her abnormality, and his heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.
But his words were even more harsh: "Why are you pretending to be pitiful? I'm going to marry someone else in three months, shouldn't you be happy?"
"Are you going to marry her because she's pregnant?" Her voice became softer and softer. "I can too..."
“Bang!”
Nanchuan Shijue slapped the antique cabinet next to him, and the expensive mahogany cracked.
His eyes were frighteningly red, but his voice became strangely soft: "Ning Fengsheng, do you know what I want to do most right now?"
He leaned over, put his thin lips next to her ear, and said word by word, "I want to strangle you to death, and then go to hell with your body."
This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
She recalled the scene of him frantically digging graves in her previous life...
Ning Fengsheng suddenly collapsed, like a rag doll with its soul sucked out.
Her fingers clutched her chest convulsively, her breathing became rapid and broken, and her tears fell to the ground in large drops.
Nanchuan Shijue froze in place.
He watched her curled up in a ball, her depression attack like a blunt knife, slicing at his heart again and again.
All the anger was extinguished in an instant, replaced by overwhelming panic.
"Don't pretend..." His voice suddenly became hoarse.
She passed out, her body shaking constantly, her nails scratching bloody marks on her arms.
Nanchuan Shijue suddenly picked her up and carried her sideways. The coldness of his touch made his heart skip a beat.
"Prepare the car!" He roared towards the door, the trembling in his voice betraying his fear.
The woman in his arms was as light as a feather, with tear marks on her pale face.
Nanchuan Shijue gritted his teeth, his jawline tensed into a sharp arc. He roughly wrapped her in his suit, but his movements were as careful as if he were holding a fragile treasure.
The moonlight shone through the car window, reflecting his scarlet eyes.
Ning Fengsheng unconsciously grabbed his shirt and muttered inaudible words.
Nanchuan Shijue hugged her tighter and bent down to kiss her forehead which was covered with cold sweat - the kiss was so light as if he was afraid of breaking her, which was in sharp contrast to his sinister expression.
"Drive faster!" he yelled at the driver, his fingers gently combing through her sweaty long hair.
The lights in the psychological clinic are so dazzling that it makes people cry.
Nanchuan Shijue stood outside the clinic and punched the wall, his knuckles instantly covered in blood.
He stared at the closed door, his chest heaving violently.
Three months left—
He closed his eyes in agony. Three months later, he would personally push himself into an abyss of no return...
…
When Ning Fengsheng woke up, she was lying alone on the swivel chair in the psychological counseling room.
The doctor said that it was Young Master Nanchuan who sent her here.
She was asked many questions and answered them all truthfully.
Depression, I have seen a psychiatrist before——
"I have been treating schizophrenia for ten years, Miss Ning. I'm afraid that's really your imagination." After listening silently to her story about her past life, the doctor gave his conclusion.
Ning Fengsheng smiled. If the experience had not been so heart-wrenching and unforgettable, she would have thought it was just a nightmare.
"I suggest that Miss Ning do more psychological counseling... I will report the results to Mr. Nanchuan."
Ning Fengsheng was extremely disappointed. Even the most authoritative doctor had given a conclusion. If she told Nanchuan Shijue about her past life again, she was afraid that he would regard her as schizophrenia.
If things go wrong, you might be sent to a mental hospital.
"I only had this one episode. I don't usually have these attacks... Could you please not tell him about this..."
"If Mr. Nanchuan hadn't asked in person, we wouldn't have disclosed any patient information to him." The doctor tapped the notebook. "He won't have seen this."
"What if he comes to the hospital? Can't you tear up that page of records?"
"I don't think he'd be bored enough to watch this..."
Ning Fengsheng thought about it and agreed. The former nobleman of Nanchuan would definitely come in personally, and he would want to hear the answer to every question the doctor asked her.
Instead of sending a driver to bring her over and then sending her away like this.
…
Rose Garden.
Nanchuan Shijue stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a burning cigar between his slender fingers. Amidst the smoke, his handsome, godlike profile exuded a cold chill.
"Is everything cleaned up?" he asked, his voice low and magnetic, yet chillingly cold.
Moss stood aside with his head bowed: "Master, according to your instructions, all of Miss Ning's belongings have been packed..."
"Have you bought the imitation?" He turned around suddenly, staring at the butler with his scarlet eyes like a wild beast.
"I've bought them all. They're all the same color and size. Don't worry, young master. I won't miss a single one."
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