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

But after Jing Jiaren dated Leng Aofeng, Jing Meilin's attitude towards Leng Aofeng changed drastically, and every time she saw Jing Jiaren, she was even more hurt.

"By the way, how are Jing Meixue and Jing Meihui?"

"They're fine."

Jing Jiaren didn't think much about it: "I hope you take care of your health too."

Jing Meilin's death was temporarily prevaricated like this.

……

Jing Jiaren placed the vase by the window, and a pair of arms suddenly encircled her from behind.

His breath of hot iron surrounded her, sniffing her neck: "The matter is clear, are you satisfied?"

Jing Jiaren poked his head away: "Stay away from me."

"It's depression, it's nothing to do with you. Still not happy?"

"I'm not unhappy." After a pause, Jing Jiaren asked strangely, "I never said that her death had anything to do with me?"

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened, and he changed the subject: "How much did you pay for the scarf?"

"Not much." Jing Jiaren pushed him away, went to the bed and picked up the sewing bag.

Ximen Longting came over and sat beside her, hugging her: "I would rather face the wool than look at me?"

"..."

"Don't you hate knitting scarves?"

"Yes," Jing Jiaren frowned, "I hate facing you more than knitting a scarf!"

Ximen Longting's eyebrows turned cold, he thought that she would be happy after solving these matters for her.

He wanted to be nice to her, to give her the best in the world... as long as she asked for it.

But she never asked what he wanted, just refused.

"Jing Jiaren!" Ximen Longting grabbed her chin fiercely, "What exactly do you want, and what can I do to make you happy?"

"I want you to disappear from my presence now."

"Why can you bear Leng Lintian?"

"Didn't you keep asking what Leng Lintian can give me? He can give me freedom!"

Ximen Longting said coldly: "I can give you the only love that is overbearing."

"The only love that is not domineering is what I want... Lovers also need a free and independent space. I can't stand you because you are always clinging to me."

Ximen Longting looked at her silently for a while, then his eyes fell on the knitted bag.

Inside were two different balls of yarn, and a pair of needles.

Because Mrs. Jing Jia needs to weave two pieces, but the beginning is more difficult, so let the woman take the lead.

"You want to knit two scarves?"

He remembered that when she wanted to ask the woman to do the work for her in the afternoon, there were two.

Jing Jiaren lowered her eyes: "Yes."

"There is another one, who do you want to weave it for?"

"..."

"I'm asking you, who do you want to knit another one for!?" Ximen Longting held her shoulder, shaking it violently, exerting strength.

Jing Jiaren's shoulders hurt slightly: "Look, Ximen Longting is like this. You can't control your emotions."

"Will you weave both of them for me?" He asked sarcastically, not believing that she would be so kind.

"As you can imagine, there is another one. I wove it for Leng Lintian."

Ximen Longting's gaze became even more sarcastic, as if he wanted to swallow her up.

"He is my husband, he saved me, what's wrong with me knitting him?"

"He is your husband, why don't you stay in my arms as usual?" Ximen Longting pressed her lips violently, gnawed her lips vigorously, and said in a low voice, "I can kiss whatever I want, Where do you want to kiss..."

His lips moved down domineeringly, kissing her chin and neck fiercely: "Kiss anywhere!"

Jing Jiaren pushed his head hard: "Jealousy is the lowest and most childish emotion!"