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

"..."

Ximen Longting slowly lowered his hand holding the wrench, knocked the chair back, and repaired the pedals.

Maybe it was because of impatience, Jing Jiaren heard a sound of ping-pong-pong, he didn't seem to be repairing, but rather venting.

Jing Jiaren turned her head and looked out the window, feeling a stabbing pain in her heart from time to time.

It was as if the air was oppressive enough to suffocate her at any time.

Finally, the beating stopped.

Ximen Longting kicked violently several times, and the car sounded the alarm again.

Jing Jiaren remembered that he was wearing slippers instead of leather shoes...

"What are you doing!" Jing Jiaren grabbed his arm, "Stop kicking, you will hurt your toe."

Ximen Longting shook off her hand vigorously: "Get off."

"Ximen Longting, what are you worried about?"

"get off!"

"I know that you are not a man who is greedy for life and afraid of death. What is it that makes you refuse to have an operation?"

"I told you to get out of the car!" His eyes were piercing.

"What deal did you make with Master Ximen? Does he know about your condition?" Jing Jiaren stared at him with wide eyes, "He doesn't know, right? You didn't tell him anything?"

Even if Master Ximen doesn't love him, he is the only son of the Ximen family and the only heir in the future.

Master Ximen will not just watch him leave like this, he will definitely let him undergo surgery.

"Get out of the car," Ximen Longting roared tearfully, "Don't you understand?"

"I can get out of the car, and then? How long do you want to deceive yourself!" Jing Jiaren looked at him with red eyes, "Why do you keep me out of everything? Since you don't tell me, I will ask Ximen myself Master, what is the deal between you, I will tell him, his son's current condition..."

After Jing Jiaren finished speaking, she was about to get out of the car.

Ximen Longting suddenly grabbed her hand, and scolded darkly, "Where are you going to find him?"

Jing Jiaren knew that if she said she copied the number, he would find a way to smash her phone.

"I have been to the manor of Lord Simon of France, and I can go to 13 Oaks to find him."

"Do you think you can meet him if you want?! He will meet you? Stop wishful thinking!"

"It's not up to you to see me or not, I'll know if I try."

"Jing Jiaren!" Ximen Longting roared in a low voice, "You are a pregnant woman flying around, you want to die, no one will stop you!"

"I don't need you to stop me—since you are looking for death, my life is not up to you—"

Ximen Longting grabbed her shoulders angrily: "How can you force me to be willing?"

His tangled expression seemed to have reached the verge of pain.

Why didn't Jing Jiaren's heart ache: "I didn't force you, it was you who forced yourself. If there is any problem, let's solve it together?"

Ximen Longting stared at him fiercely, closed his eyes forcefully, and suppressed his emotions.

With the engine started, the pedals were still broken, and it was impossible to move an inch.

Ximen Longting finally gave up and opened the zenith of the convertible.

The wind blows in, and the sky after the rain is especially clear without any impurities.

Looking at the pure blue, it seems that all troubles are going to disappear...

Jing Jiaren's eyes were full of water, and she looked at the sky: "Since we can't leave today, why don't we enjoy our time together?"

"..."

"Master Ximen will not know that we are here, and my life will not be in danger. Why are you so stubborn to drive me away?"