Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of footsteps came back from far and near.

Jing Jiaren was still numbly sweeping the debris on the ground...

She was suppressing the pain in her chest in a masochistic way.

She heard him coming in, and he walked up to her coldly, seeing the cut on her hand.

"Your blood stained my floor."

He knelt down and raised her chin facing her:

"Don't think I'll forgive you just because you make such a pitiful appearance."

He stopped the great pain in his heart and told himself that this was all her pretending.

Her acting skills are at their peak.

"No matter how pitiful you pretend, I will take revenge on you today!"

Jing Jiaren nodded: "Okay, how do you want to take revenge on me, before I leave, all at once."

"..."

"Our accounts had better be settled early, what I owe you - I will pay you back."

At this time, the door was knocked, and the servant came in with a small stove, with a frightened expression on his face: "Young master, young master..."

"Bring it up."

The servant brought the small stove to Jing Jiaren's side, and the flames danced wildly, as if forming a face.

It was Ximen Longting's bloodthirsty and brutal face.

She stared at Ximen Longting in surprise, not knowing what he was going to do.

He picked up a pair of small iron tongs and pulled out a ring in the fire.

The ring had a rose on it.

It was originally made of gold, but it has been burned red hot.

Ximen Longting stared at Jing Jiaren fiercely, a gloomy sense of intolerance flashed across his eyes.

But soon, that unbearable feeling was forcibly suppressed and swallowed by the flames of hatred.

Jing Jiaren had a vague premonition of what Ximen Longting wanted to do——

She looked at him in shock.

With his hand, he lifted her bangs violently, and with the other hand, he clamped the finger of the ring with pliers.

The servant covered his eyes in shock, not looking.

On the contrary, it was Jing Jiaren, with her slender black eyes staring wide open.

In those eyes, Ximen Longting's face was clearly imprinted...

In her mind, for some reason, she recalled what Ximen Longting said tenderly to him at this moment, and recalled the scene of their sweet cuddling last night.

[Whether you love me or not, Jing Jiaren, I love you.I love you so much.Only you can wear this ring, and no one else will be my Ximen Longting's wife except you. 】

【Meeting you, falling in love with you, and having you are the best things in my life. 】

……

"Zi..."

The skin was scalded and immediately made a slight sound, and a smell of being scorched came out...

Jing Jiaren's eyes were empty, she didn't cry out for pain, she didn't speak, she stared blankly at Ximen Longting as if she had been beaten stupidly.

The pattern of the ring was scalded fiercely on her forehead.

The pain from the burn was like a brand, burning hard on her skin.

She felt a thunderbolt of pain coming from her whole body, and she was about to faint...

In a daze, I heard Ximen Longting's dark voice:

"Remember this pain, remember that I am your first man."

"..."

"Jing Jiaren, you should never try to forget me." He sounded like a devil crawling out of hell, "I am Ximen Longting."

Jing Jiaren finally couldn't help it, and cried out in pain: "Ah——"

Ximen Longting's hands trembled slightly, and he dropped the pliers.

The ring also fell on the ground, and Gu Lulu rolled away a long way...

"From now on, once you see your face in the mirror, you will think of me. This is my revenge on you!"