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

It was as if the scar was still hot, burning his hand.

Ximen Longting withdrew his hand, his face was cold and hard, he was suddenly afraid that she would open her eyes, and she was afraid of the resentment and accusation towards him in her eyes.

Afraid that she would call the name "Leng Lintian"...

His red lips curled up into a more bizarre smile. Not only did he feel inferior, but he also became a coward!

He took out the ring, took Jing Jiaren's hand, and put it back on the ring finger of her left hand...

What he wants to give her most is the greatest happiness in the world.

But in the end, he gave her enough irreparable pain...

Even so, he didn't want to let her go!

"Go down, if there is any new situation in Leng Lintian, report to me as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Wilson backed off.

Ximen Longting's posture was stiff, and he stayed by the hospital bed for a whole night.

And Leng Lintian entered the operating room with the lights on all the time...

early morning.

Ximen Longting got up slowly, went to the terrace to light a cigarette, it rained all night, and the hospital in the morning was extremely cold and damp.

Ximen Longting took out his mobile phone, and heard the sound of getting up in the ward.

He suddenly turned back, Jing Jiaren was getting out of bed.

"Are you awake? Where are you going?"

Jing Jiaren's body froze, she walked forward without looking at him.

Ximen Longting shouted loudly: "Jing Jiaren, don't even think about leaving my eyes again—"

The direction Jing Jiaren walked was not the outside, but the bathroom.

Ximen Longting followed, and the door had already been closed forcefully.

"Beauty." Ximen Longting knocked on the door.

"..."

"let's talk."

"..."

"You really scared me last night..." He knocked on the door patiently, "Let's talk about anything, as long as you stop scaring me."

No sound came back to him.

Ximen Longting squeezed his fist hard, and the just lit cigarette crushed and fell to the ground.

Through a door, he sensed Jing Jiaren leaning against the back of the door, her figure mottled and falling like an ink cartridge.

"Don't torture me like this..." He knocked on the door again, "Jing Jiaren, how are you going to torture me?"

The knocking on the door grew louder.

"Open the door!"

There was a thunderous slam on the door.

Jing Jiaren covered her ears hard.

"I'll give you 3 minutes to calm down—"

The door suddenly opened, and Jing Jiaren stood in front of him with a blank expression. The next second, her arms were grabbed, and she was brought into a generous embrace.

Ximen Longting hugged her tightly for fear that she would disappear: "Do you know who I am? Do you still remember who I am!?"

"Is he dead?" Jing Jiaren's calm and leisurely voice sounded, as if she had accepted everything.

"not dead."

"I know he's dead, Leng Lintian is dead." Jing Jiaren's dull voice shook from his chest, "What happened last night was not a nightmare, it was real."

Ximen Longting hugged her tightly: "He's not dead."

"Go out, I'm very tired. Ximen Longting, for the sake of my collapse, please spare me, okay?"

Jing Jiaren's voice was extremely tired, "What should I do so that you can spare me?"

Ximen Longting's throat rolled hard, and he smiled hoarsely and bitterly.

"Why do you think I'm here? Do you think I'm still taking revenge on you?"

"Otherwise?" She was unusually calm.

"I saw the sketchbook."

Jing Jiaren's figure moved slightly.

Ximen Longting said word by word: "The sketch book you buried in the island beach."

"Impossible." It had been washed away by the waves, and he dug for hours.