Feng Sufei remembered that she had heard many times about Nanrong Huaian and his fiancée.
At that time, the people of Country H were paying attention to the stunningly talented young master Nanrong Huai'an, and they were envious of Nanrong Huai'an's fiancée.
At that time, I heard that the two of them had a deep relationship, and I also heard that Nanrong Huai'an doted on his fiancée. If she liked it, he would use a lot of material and financial resources to surprise her.
Feng Sufei's eyelashes trembled, and some complicated emotions flashed through her eyes. She thought, Nan Rong Huai'an really pampered someone!
But it was also three years ago that after she passed away as the queen and the country of H was torn apart, Nanrong Huai'an seemed to have been assassinated. He finally managed to save his life, but he suffered leg injuries and face injuries, was unable to walk, and his appearance was completely ruined.
Later, his beautiful fiancée also left him!
But Feng Sufei thought that these should be Nanrong Huai'an's wounds!
Even then, would it be difficult for him to forget his fiancée? Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many clauses in the marriage agreement with her. Could it be that he still cares about that person in his heart
Feng Sufei made various guesses in her mind.
After a while, she heard the sound of the chair sliding. It was Nanrong Huaian's remote-controlled chair "walking" forward.
Feng Sufei remained sitting on the sofa without moving.
Nanrong Huai'an walked for a while, seemed to think of something, turned around, fixed the mask in his hand, made a phone call, and called someone.
"Aunt Liu, Feng Sufei will be my wife from now on, the young mistress of the Nanrong family. Arrange for someone to take good care of her."
As the housekeeper of the inner house, Aunt Liu was a little surprised by what the young master just said, but as expected of an old man who has seen things before, she immediately said respectfully: "Yes! Young master, young mistress!"
Nanrong Huai'an said to Feng Sufei: "From now on, if you have anything to do, you can come to me. If you have anything to do with your life, you can also come to Aunt Liu. I will have someone take you to familiarize yourself with the environment and then rest."
Feng Sufei nodded.
After Nan Rong Huai'an left, Feng Sufei was still in a foggy mood. She felt that all this was still too unreal.
After Feng Sufei lay on the bed, she was still thinking about what the servant had just said.
They said that their young master likes to be quiet and does not like to be disturbed. No one is allowed to come near the study, their daily living habits and so on...
The corner of Feng Sufei's mouth curled up in a cold, self-deprecating arc. She felt that she didn't feel like she was married to Nanrong Huai'an at all, but more like someone who was living under the roof of someone else's house.
However, they originally agreed to get married. Perhaps in Nanrong Huai'an's heart, he never regarded her as his wife!
Feng Sufei closed her eyes. Thinking of what happened three years ago, her heart still hurt. She was ashamed of her grandma and failed to protect the country. She also lost herself.
She couldn't help but think of those blood and fires every time she closed her eyes.
Feng Sufei's face turned pale and she clenched her hands tightly into fists. Her strength alone was too weak. In order to take revenge and to make Si Jueshen suffer, so what if she stayed under the care of others in the Nanrong family for this year? She would no longer She is a queen, she can endure things that ordinary people cannot endure, and do things that ordinary people cannot do.
Feng Sufei's eyes flashed with cruel light, Si Jueshen, just wait, I'm coming!
After thinking about it, Feng Sufei might be really tired. She put the marriage certificate aside, lay down and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, she had a dream. She watched the twelve stars around her fall in front of her one by one. She watched them being burned to death one by one to protect themselves.