Chapter 127: Eternity, Death as the Boundary
He followed her three steps away, watching her snuggle in Gong Ye's arms, her pale face resting on the man's shoulder!
"Bang!" Nanchuan Shijue punched the wall, and blood dripped through his fingers.
Moss hurriedly took out his handkerchief, but was frightened by his sinister look and froze in place.
Gong Ye was in severe pain all over his body, and the bandages on his chest and waist were oozing blood.
Big beads of sweat slid down the bridge of his nose, and his face turned blue in pain...
Ning Fengsheng said coldly, "If you can't hold me, put me down."
“No…” He breathed in pain, “Shengsheng, I will never let go even if it hurts like hell in this life.”
The sunlight outside the revolving door of the hospital hurts my eyes.
Ning Fengsheng listened to the footsteps following closely behind him...
Nanchuan Shijue, you said you would let go, but you didn’t keep your word.
The assistant opened the door of the Bentley, and Gong Ye carefully put himself in the back seat. When he turned around, Nanchuan Shijue grabbed his neck and pressed him against the door.
"You think you've won?" He laughed coldly. "If you dare drive onto the road, I'll run you over!"
"Nanchuan Shijue..." Ning Fengsheng held onto the car door, squinting slightly at the glare of the sun. "Go back to your own home."
Nanchuan Shijue's fingers suddenly loosened, his heart suddenly torn apart: "You're driving me away?"
"Stop following me."
“…”
"I'm getting married."
I'm getting married... She uttered these five words softly, and they lingered in his ears like an echo.
Nanchuan Shijue was shaking with pain, but a twisted smile appeared on his lips: "Do you think I want to follow you?"
He gasped in pain, his eyes sweeping over the empty waist beneath her loose hospital gown. Vicious words spilled out of his mouth uncontrollably, "After all, palace dogs love to pick up things that others don't want..."
"Yes, I am the one you don't want. Since you have thrown me away, don't even think you can get me back."
The cold wind carried her voice into Nanchuan Shijue's chest, piercing his internal organs and causing them to bleed profusely.
"Nanchuan, come to the wedding." Gong Ye chuckled, leaning against the car door and smiling like a winner.
"If you come, I will definitely welcome you." Ning Fengsheng's mouth trembled as he tried his best to force out a bitter smile.
Nanchuan Shijue's soul was torn out in an instant...
"Congratulations." He heard his own hoarse voice, "Remember to hire a few more bodyguards, so that the wedding will not turn into a funeral—"
The Bentley drove away in a cloud of dust, and her pale beauty was reflected in the rearview mirror, broken like a rose ravaged by wind and rain.
Nanchuan Shijue...don't follow me anymore...
Different paths lead to the same destination, which is the most beautiful arrangement of fate.
Ning Fengsheng took out the antidepressants from his bag tremblingly, put two pills in his mouth and swallowed them.
…
At night, the whole city is immersed in crimson neon lights.
The LED screens on the skyscrapers played the same news in a loop.
"Gong Ye, the president of the Gong Group, and Ning Fengsheng, the daughter of the Ning family, will hold the wedding of the century next month!"
In the picture, antique wedding dresses worth 300 million yuan are laid out in a row, tens of thousands of pink and purple hydrangeas are piled up to form a flower gate, and under the aerial camera of the helicopter, the entire private island is arranged into a huge sea of flowers.
"Mr. Gong is such a love-struck man," two white-collar workers with exquisite makeup stopped to observe. "I heard that even the pearls on his wedding dress were flown in overnight from the Persian Gulf."
The glass window reflected the sinister face of Nanchuan Shijue.
He loosened his tie, his muscles tensed beneath his dark-patterned suit, and his knuckles cracked the newspaper.
The CEO of Gong Group Spends Billions to Marry Ning's Daughter: The Wedding of the Century Will Be Held at St. John's Cathedral...
He suddenly kicked over a trash can on the side of the road, startling pedestrians and causing them to dodge in panic.
The cold wind blew up the newspaper, which just happened to stick to his shiny leather shoes, and the photo of Ning Fengsheng and Gong Ye hugging each other was crushed into the mud.
Damn, why is a dog pretending to be affectionate?!
The sky roared as dozens of helicopters flew in formation.
Gift bags filled with red envelopes and wedding candies were scattered randomly, falling on the nearby asphalt roads, trees, and lawns...
Each gift bag came with a piece of gold-stamped letterhead printed with the silhouette of Ning Fengsheng being held in Gong Ye's arms - he deliberately chose an old photo of her smiling in his arms.
The letterhead was handwritten by Gong Ye himself:
"I sincerely invite you all to witness this—Gong will unseal my beloved tonight. Shengsheng, I love you forever, until death. Miss Ning Fengsheng & Mr. Gong Ye."
"Mr. Gong is throwing money away!"
The crowd pushed and shoved their way into the streets!
The helicopter flew close to the skyscraper, with its hatch wide open and silk gift bags falling down.
People reached out to grab and snatch the gift bags, which contained red envelopes of different sizes.
It is reported that the smallest red envelope is 520...
The largest red envelope is worth tens of thousands of yuan and has not been opened yet.
The Rolls-Royce of Nanchuan Spyker glided across the Bund like a ghost.
In the rearview mirror, workers were hanging a billboard advertising Gong Ye's wedding on the top of the building. Ning Fengsheng's huge portrait was ten stories high. Her snow-white wedding dress was outlined with rose patterns, and a line of words was engraved on the hem of the skirt:
"Love is not a battlefield, and winning is not glory. Shengsheng, in front of you, I am willing to lose."
…
Deep inside the tavern, thick darkness was filled with the bitter aroma of whiskey.
Nanchuan Shijue was trapped in the shadow of the booth, his fingers stroking his lighter, the sound of metal opening and closing entangled with the sneer from next door -
"Tsk, everyone in the circle knows that Mr. Gong is very playful and changes women more frequently than he does socks."
"I heard there's a 'Museum of Exes,'" the man said, shaking his glass, his tongue hanging straight. "They put all the underwear of the women I've slept with in glass cases on display... Haha, there's every cup size, so exciting."
"What's that?" Scarface approached his companions. "Last month, a little celebrity slit her wrists for him, and the blood letter was spread out in front of the Gong family's door. Guess what?"
As everyone held their breath, he slammed the table, "That madman actually used blood writing to polish his shoes!"
Amidst the laughter, the middle-aged man in a suit lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Gong is really lucky. I heard that this young lady of the Ning family has been played to pieces by Young Master Nanchuan..."
"Master Nanchuan? Are you talking about... the Black Emperor of Beizhou?"
"Who else could it be? Young Master Nanchuan booked out the entire Times Square for her birthday, but now he's tired of it and just thrown it away..."
"If you ask me, how could Mr. Gong be interested in such dirty and worn shoes? He is always very picky about women."
"This is the old slut Nanchuan played with! You guys can't flatter that master even if you want to—"
Click.
The sound of the lighter cap suddenly closing was like a bullet being loaded.
Nanchuan Shijue stood up, the light streaming across his knife-like jaw. His expensive handmade leather shoes tumbled over the wine-stained floor, stopping three meters from the group.
He unbuttoned his cufflinks and took off his watch.
"Go on." The voice sounded like it came from hell. "Whore?"
The man in the suit turned his head drunkenly, and the moment he saw the man, he sobered up a lot.
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