Chapter 4 The night the child’s heart stopped...
Gorgeous living room.
Pure black bedding, lingering with a dark and perverted atmosphere——
On the big bed where their figures had been entangled countless times, another beauty was lying.
"So soft..." Nanchuan Shijue's slender hands rolled over the woman's red lips, caressing them lovingly.
Through the deliberately open crack in the door, Ning Fengsheng's whole body was stiff, and his legs seemed to be nailed down and unable to move.
"Miss Ning, do you want to see the whole process?" Nanchuan Shijue tilted his head, and his deep and handsome face with distinct brow bones appeared vague and real in the light.
"You said the Rose Garden was built for me, but you brought back a cheap imitation. Mr. Nanchuan is really not picky..."
Nanchuan Shijue raised his red lips into a cold smile and stood up and walked over.
The black shirt was wide open, the buttons were pulled askew, and his chest was half hidden and half exposed.
"Get her out of here...her smell is going to stain this place!"
"Dirty?" Nanchuan Shijue grabbed her chin and said, "Take a good smell of my perfume. Doesn't it smell better than that dead body odor on you?"
He exudes a strong smell of hormones.
Fingers pressed on her pale lips...
The fingers that had just caressed the woman were still stained with bright lipstick and were smeared on her lips.
Ning Fengsheng felt suffocated and extremely humiliated.
"Shouldn't you be happy that you don't have to sleep with me anymore?" His fingers pressed sadistically. "The way you tremble every time you pretend to sleep makes me sick!"
In order to prevent him from touching her, she would use all kinds of tricks to avoid him.
I even pretend to be asleep every day before he comes back...
It turns out he knew everything.
"The smell of you makes me sick every time I breathe." Nanchuan Shijue's fingers slid to her collar. "Tsk, are you still wearing last year's garbage to protest?"
"Rubbish?" Ning Fengsheng's beautiful eyes widened. "You made this yourself."
"Take it off! Or I'll tear this garbage into pieces myself."
Ning Fengsheng was trembling with anger, his eyes red...
Since she saw him tonight, her eyes were filled with tears and she was about to cry at any moment.
It was more like he had bullied her.
"Are you going to take it off yourself or do you want me to tear it off?!" Nanchuan Shijue's eyes dimmed. He exerted force suddenly, and only the sound of fabric tearing could be heard...
"I'll take it off!" Ning Fengsheng lowered her eyes, her little face full of grievance.
Moss said he designed this dress himself and hired fifty famous craftsmen to make it...
Moonlight streamed in from the side window, gilding the starry-sky gauze dress with a silver edge. The diamond letters "SJ" (Sheng.Jue) on the hem rose and fell with her breathing, much like the beads of sweat rolling down her collarbone that night when he pressed her in front of the dressing mirror.
These are the English letters he sewed stitch by stitch, the initials of their names.
She had once felt irony in seeing these letters, like a brand he had carved.
To be frank, she stuffed it in the closet and never touched it.
But now she is much thinner, her waist is so small that the skirt looks loose on her.
"Don't make me wait!" His face was full of violence and cruelty.
Ning Fengsheng hooked her small hands around the zipper on her back and took off her starry sky gauze dress.
When the light gauze skirt fell to her feet, her bony body was revealed before him...
She has lost too much weight!
There is enough collagen on her face but it's not too obvious. Her body has shrunk several times and her waist is so slender that he seems to be able to hold it in one hand.
It looks like it will break if it is folded.
Nanchuan Shijue's pupils trembled violently for a few times, and his heart seemed to be hollowed out: "So, Gong Ye doesn't want you anymore?"
"What……?"
"Does he not want you anymore? That's why you tortured yourself into this state?" His voice was cold and his heart ached.
He knew every part of her body better than anyone else, and he could immediately notice the difference if she lost a few pounds.
Ning Fengsheng shook his head...
Although she was reborn, the torture in her previous life left her with a huge psychological shadow.
She has reached the point where she needs to see a psychiatrist and take medication to help her sleep at night.
She was in torment every day. She had a poor appetite for the past three months and lost a lot of weight due to the double torture of physical and mental pain.
"Get out! Get out of my sight right now. I feel sick just looking at you now." Nanchuan Shijue turned his face away stiffly. Her skinny appearance really shocked him.
"I'm so sorry for dirtying your eyes." Ning Fengsheng had a thousand words to say, but they were stuck in his throat. He staggered and turned away.
After she left, the figure froze for a long time, and suddenly, as if in great pain, its body bent.
One hand pounded hard on his chest, punching hard again and again.
His heart seemed to be broken.
Ever since I fell in love with this woman, my heart has been completely broken. I feel heartbroken from time to time and not a single day is peaceful.
Medicines are useless and doctors can't cure it.
He thought he was used to the pain, but she appeared in front of him again to stimulate him.
Heh... Ning Fengsheng, didn't you escape? Why are you back again?
Cup after cup of spicy wine was poured down my throat.
He needs alcohol to sleep every night...
Otherwise, he would keep thinking of the image of her stabbing the dagger into his chest and viciously telling him to die;
Thinking of the shocking cut on her wrist, the image of her bleeding in the bathtub:
I remembered her lying in the hospital, pale as snow, and telling him resolutely: Nanchuan Shijue, I'm having an abortion... It's your child, I'd rather die than keep it. It's like a tumor in my stomach, and I'm afraid it's growing bigger every day...
The night the child's heart stopped beating...his heart died with it...
"Master..." Moss reminded softly, "Miss Ning is still here. I've arranged for her to sleep in the guest room."
Nanchuan Shijue grasped the whiskey glass and gulped down the fiery liquor.
The other hand pressed on the beating heart.
This heartbeat...is louder than the funeral knell at their child's funeral!
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