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

Ximen Longting picked her up and put her on the bed, took the sketchbook on the bedside table, and opened it.

Jing Jiaren's eyes were still indifferent and calm, without a trace of expression.

"I found it, is it fate?" Ximen Longting's eyes were deep, "You can't escape, Jing Jiaren, we are destined lovers."

"Destined?" Jing Jiaren curled her lower lip, but couldn't smile.

Open the first page of sketches, those papers that reflect her tears and love.

Ximen Longting stared at her and replied: "I don't need any future, you are my future."

Turn to the second page:

"If I smile, it must be because of you."

"..."

Page [-]: "Beauty, I've always been here and never left."

"..."

page four...

Jing Jiaren suddenly reached out and snatched the sketchbook, and tore off a few sheets with all her strength.

Ximen Long's red eyes tightened, and he grabbed her wrist——

Jing Jiaren held the sketchbook tightly, and if he snatched it, the remaining pages of the sketchbook would be torn up.

"Let go!"

"I drew this, and I can tear it up if I want." Jing Jiaren pushed hard, and another piece broke.

Ximen Longting seemed to be torn apart from his heart, he grabbed it back fiercely, even if it was torn, he could fight it back.

Jing Jiaren rushed over frantically, trying to hide from the sketch.

Ximen Longting held her shoulders and threw the sketchbook out...

Jing Jiaren's body was pressed on the bed.

She twitched for a moment, then became completely still in an instant.

Ximen Longting's tall figure looked down and stared into her eyes: "Lady, let's start over."

Jing Jiaren suddenly stretched out her knees and pushed hard against his lower abdomen.

He neither dodges nor evades.

She pushed it up with another knee, and another knee...

Then, the hand was also slapped, one slap, two slaps.

Jing Jiaren's grievances that had been suppressed for a long time were released. If she didn't vent, she might really suffer from depression.

"Is there no strength? It's so light." Ximen Longting lowered his eyelashes, "I still owe you 48 slaps. After today's slaps are over, all grievances will be wiped away?"

"Snapped."

"I know you are reluctant to hit me hard."

"Snapped--!"

"Very good, just fight like this," Ximen Longting laughed, "Vent out all your anger, after venting, we will be reconciled as before."

Jing Jiaren's hand froze suddenly.reconcile?

Ximen Longting held her hand: "Why don't you fight?"

"..."

He grabbed her hand and hit him on the face: "I did something wrong, I deserve it. You can punish me however you want."

"Master Ximen, if I remember correctly, you sent someone to change the potion yesterday, forcing the plastic surgery to fail..."

"I want you to beg me."

"I begged, and what you gave me was humiliation and embarrassment. After you took that video in France, you have to show it to Leng Lintian!"

"You guys are so close, I'm mad."

"Yes, you can humiliate me when you are angry, and you can disregard human life..." Jing Jiaren looked at him indifferently.

Leng Lintian gave his life to save her twice, but Ximen Longting put her in danger and ignored it, and even saved the surrogate in front of her...

She has no right to ask Ximen Longting to treat her well after breaking up with her and never forget her.

At least don't humiliate her like this, frame her...

"How can we reconcile as before?" Jing Jiaren smiled wryly, "Leng Lintian is dead, how can we reconcile as before—!?"