Chapter 8 Nanchuan Shijue...I love you
As he spoke, his fingers had already cut open the hands-free.
"Three days later, at ten in the morning, at the same place, the Nanchuan Group's account book, or the forged remittance record. Shengsheng, I will marry you the day he is sent to prison."
Gong Ye's gentle voice uttered the most vicious and cruel words.
Nanchuan Shijue threw the phone with all his might, and it smashed to the ground, cracking the screen.
"Ms. Ning, how much fake evidence do you need to send me to jail?" Nanchuan Shijue sneered, smashing his crystal ashtray to the ground. "Or do you want me to teach you how to forge it myself? I'm curious, would Gong Ye still want you even though he knew you were pregnant with my child?"
Ning Fengsheng's eyes widened as his collar was suddenly grabbed.
Nanchuan Shijue pressed her head against the debris on the ground: "Don't put on such an innocent face. You always deceive me... Ning Fengsheng, why don't I just kill you and then die. Will that satisfy you?"
Ning Fengsheng closed his eyes resignedly, not having the strength to resist.
"If you're so anxious to become a palace lady, why not try on mourning clothes first!"
When her face was about to be rubbed into the handful of broken glass, he grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and threw her onto the bed.
Nanchuan Shijue ripped his clothes roughly and knelt on the bed with one leg: "Does it feel good to humiliate and enjoy yourself in front of the most disgusting people every day?"
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"Ning Fengsheng, can I make you feel good again?"
She hated being touched by him the most. Every time he touched her, it was like being tortured.
Of course, she wanted Gong Ye to guard her body again and again, preferably giving it to her completely and pure as jade.
Unfortunately, she miscalculated. Not only did she lose her body, she also became pregnant with his child.
"I don't want to send you to jail... I won't do that." Ning Fengsheng looked at his figure looming over him, and stretched out his trembling hands to hug his hot and tall body.
Nanchuan Shijue's shirt was wide open, and his strong abdominal muscles were pressed against her little face.
Ning Fengsheng had never been so intimate with him before. With tears on her face, she rubbed his abdomen back and forth twice.
Nanchuan Shijue's body was as stiff as iron, his back tensed, like a bow ready to be released.
"Whether you believe it or not, I will never work for Gong Ye again, let alone hurt you...Nanchuan Shijue, I've fallen in love with you." Ning Fengsheng choked with sobs, "I was stupid. I didn't realize how good you were before... I was blind and mistook a bad guy like Gong Ye for my lover. Now I'm sober. Can't you just give me a chance..."
Nanchuan Shijue looked at her with his eyes lowered, and her hot tears hit his heart.
"Nanchuan Shijue... I love you..." Ning Fengsheng raised her tear-stained face, hooked her small hands around his neck, and kissed him gently.
Nanchuan Shijue's pupils constricted.
When her trembling lips pressed against his, he bit the tip of her tongue.
"Miss Ning, your acting skills are wasted..."
Nanchuan Shijue laughed evilly, "The last time you cried under me, you called out his name..."
How long had it been since she said she fell in love with him?
Gong Ye is her childhood sweetheart. She has loved him for twenty years. How could she fall in love with someone else?
"Haven't you always wanted to marry me? If I marry you, you'll never let me go, okay?" Ning Fengsheng's face turned red from crying.
"Sure, go pick up the engagement ring."
"Really?" Ning Fengsheng's eyes lit up, like a drowning man grabbing a last piece of driftwood. "If I really pick it up, will you marry me?"
Nanchuan Shijue raised her tear-stained face and said, "Okay."
"You've never lied to me... You always keep your promises to me." Ning Fengsheng sniffed. "Is it the same this time?"
"If I can't find you in a week, get out of Rose Garden." Nanchuan Shijue's eyes were full of understanding. He left her and walked out of the living room.
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In the early morning, Moss found Ning Fengsheng curled up in the thorny vines, with his hand wearing a protective glove hooked and bleeding.
Even though she was wearing a thick layer of protective clothing and tried to be careful to avoid thorns...
Still inevitably injured.
"Ms. Ning, what are you doing..."
"Don't mind her," Nanchuan Shijue sneered, flicking off his cigarette ash. "Miss Ning is best at playing pitiful."
The figure hunched over in the back garden never stopped for a moment. At three o'clock in the morning, she was still searching with a flashlight in the moonlight.
His clothes were covered in blood and his shoes were stuck in the mud.
She pulled apart the thorny vines in search of...
Five days later, Ning Fengsheng was staggering and swaying, but he was still digging in the thorn bushes with perseverance.
There's no reason why I can't find it. It only took me three days last time.
"Master, Miss Ning has a lung infection. If this continues..."
"I won't die," Nanchuan Shijue said, holding his wedding ring against his lips on the second-floor windowsill. "After all, the blood I vomited is redder than hers."
On the sixth day, Ning Fengsheng collapsed on the bed with a fever of 40 degrees Celsius, his face pale and his wounds festering...
The doctor simply cleaned and disinfected the wound and applied medicine.
In her daze, she saw Nanchuan Shijue standing by the bed with a sneer on his face, his hand hooked with his new love: "The deadline is almost up. If you can't find Miss Ning, you should get ready to leave."
"Nanchuan Shijue... can you..." Ning Fengsheng tried to grab him in vain in mid-air, "Give me a few more days..."
"No." Nanchuan Shijue held the woman in his arms, very intimately. "You're so dirty... Even the substitute is cleaner than you."
Ning Fengsheng suddenly pulled out the IV tube and climbed out of bed with a high fever.
Nanchuan Shijue's pupils trembled violently.
She has always been stubborn, she was... and she still is.
Ning Fengsheng's ankle was still bandaged, and his body was covered with scratches of varying lengths and sizes.
She went downstairs to put on protective clothing, and ignoring the thunderstorm outside the window, she walked into the thorn bush again.
Moss chased into the rain with an umbrella: "Ms. Ning, you are seeking death."
"I must find it, time is running out, there is no time..." Ning Fengsheng was having a high fever and was muttering in confusion.
"You will never find it, because the ring... is in the young master's hands."
Ning Fengsheng's body, which had been bent for a long time, suddenly froze, as if it had been crushed by a heavy rock, and fell into the flowers...
Her body was pricked by the thorns, but she didn't feel any pain at all.
Her pale lips trembled slightly, and she laughed miserably...
The ring was in Nanchuan Shijue's hands. He just made a fake move that day and didn't actually throw it away.
Therefore, she would never find him, and he would never marry her...
Moss called a few servants and carried the dying Ning Fengsheng upstairs.
She had a high fever and fell into a coma.
In her dream, she saw the romantic and grand proposal scene held by Nanchuan Shijue for her...
He held her in his arms, leaned over to kiss her, and put the ring into her mouth: "Shengsheng, marry me..."
"Nanchuan Shijue, please let me go, why did you have to let me go..."
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