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

Jing Jiaren's heart skipped a beat. It turned out that he was playing tricks on her. When she came back, she took a shower and changed into new clothes. She only smelled of herself. How could he smell some man's perfume.

"Tell me, who did you see." Ximen Longting rubbed her chin.

"If you push me again, I will ignore you."

"..."

"Don't even think about having a big meal." Jing Jiaren pushed him.

Ximen Longting remained motionless: "Do you think I'm still in the mood to have a big meal?"

He always had to ask the bottom line about everything about her, otherwise he would always be thinking about it and imagining it all the time.

Jing Jiaren was also very distressed, she promised not to lie to him again...

"You could hide something from me back then, why couldn't I hide it from you?"

Ximen Longting stared at her mockingly: "So you are punishing me?"

"You can think so too."

"Jing Jiaren—"

There was a knock on the door, and the nurse sent the surgery contract. Looking at the lingering couple on the bed, they looked a little embarrassed.

"Put the contract down, I'll let him sign it and send it over." Jing Jiaren tugged at her collar.

The nurse quickly put down the contract and ran away.

Seeing that his enthusiasm had completely cooled down, Jing Jiaren pushed him away: "Ximen Longting, how about we make a deal?"

Ximen Longting was like a downed bird, paralyzed on the bed and not speaking.

"If you sign a letter, I will give you a night of passion."

The figure on the bed moved slightly.

Sure enough, the pervert's nature has not changed...

"You'll be injured at that time, so you can't move around, if you're hungry," Jing Jiaren coughed, "Leave the exercise one to me."

Ximen Longting: "..."

"But I'm pregnant, so I move very slowly. If you don't dislike me for being slow..."

Ximen Longting turned over and looked up at her: "One sum for one night."

"One stroke?" Jing Jiaren was stunned for a moment before she understood, "Your name is so complicated!"

"It's not complicated, how much do you count."

Jing Jiaren wrote his name on the palm of her hand and counted: "The last name is 9 strokes...the first name is 19 strokes."

"It's only 28 strokes."

"Just?" Jing Jiaren stared, "If you really want to do this, the baby will die. Ximen Boss, your name is too precious!"

"It's only now that I know I'm expensive?" Ximen Longting stretched out his hand, "Here's the contract."

"For my sake, give me a membership price?" Jing Jiaren handed him the pen, "According to the word count, your name has one more word than ordinary people, and you've already made a lot of money."

"Add special service."

"What special service?"

"Think for yourself!" He said domineeringly and stiffly, "Since it's a night of passion, the focus is on passion, how can there be no atmosphere?"

"Okay, I agree, you sign."

Obviously he was going to have an operation, but she still begged him like she was begging an uncle.

Ximen Longting picked up the pen and looked at the contract that stated the risks after surgery... He had read this contract before, and he tore up the first one without hesitation.

He didn't mean to torture Jing Jia so that he wouldn't sign it. To him, signing this contract was very meaningful.

"What are you waiting for, sign it." Jing Jiaren urged.

Ximen Longting frowned and made up his mind to sign.

In triplicate, he signed them all...

Signing this contract means that he will never go back—give up his hatred.

"Jing Jiaren, do you know what this contract means to me?"