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

"This ending was caused by him alone. Do you think I am harming him?"

"When he started gambling and cut off his source of income, he wouldn't be so deeply involved. It's like teaching a child to dote on him at the beginning, which is to harm him!"

Ximen Longting laughed strangely: "No wonder I have always doted on you and made you so unreasonable."

Jing Jiaren's back stiffened, and she bit her lower lip tightly.

"Why don't you talk, blame me, just keep talking!" He hammered on his chest angrily.

He had expected Jing Jiaren's attitude after finding out everything.I don't even think about who he did all this for? !

"Thank you." Jing Jiaren's voice was quiet.

"..."

"I know that you have always supported Jing Huatian out of good intentions. I also know that you made Jing Meixue a scapegoat for the sake of protecting me. I really thank you...for everything you have done for me."

Ximen Longting's heart missed half a beat.

She suddenly thanked him so silently, but he was at a loss.

"Thank you for your doting and tolerance..." Jing Jiaren shook her head and smiled, "I really have many shortcomings, which are very bad. I still don't understand why you like me when I am so bad where?"

"..."

Is it because I like her dignity that she will never bow to him?

Now his dignity has been almost wiped out, so his love is only "half a glass of water" left.

Jing Jiaren looked at him, and tears rolled down without warning.

She quickly wiped it off: "I came today to find out the truth...I'm not here to blame you."

"..."

"Jing Meixue is dead, you should have told me earlier."

"How about telling you? Can you bring her back to life?" Ximen Longting softened his tone, "You also know that I am because of you—"

"I know," Jing Jiaren interrupted softly, "but I can't accept it."

Ximen Longting stopped with his hand that was about to wipe her tears.

Like a stick hitting his chest, he heard the echo of pain...

"What do you mean?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's nothing... You pretend I didn't say anything. I'll go see how Uncle is doing." Jing Jiaren lowered her head and was about to open the door.

Pressing his fiery palms on the back of her hands, Ximen Longting raised her waist and hugged her from behind: "You want to break up with me?"

"..."

"Jing Jiaren, do you want to break up with me?" He kept hiding it, because he was afraid that she would not be able to accept it, and that she would separate from him.

Jing Jiaren's tear-wet eyelashes drooped: "No, why? You're thinking too much."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm not qualified to say break up at all," she laughed dumbfounded, "Could it be that if I say break up, you will never see me again?"

Ximen Longting's heart was picked up again, piercing like a sharp eagle's claw.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't say break up, I will be by your side."

Ximen Longting heard the mysterious voice in the words: "If I say break up——!?"

Jing Jiaren's throat tightened.

"Have you been waiting for me to say this all this time?!"

His voice was not loud, but it still made her eardrums ache.

"Ximen Longting, this is fair, the decision is in your hands." Jing Jiaren's voice trembled slowly, "As long as you don't get tired of playing with me, I'm yours. Once you want me to go, I will Go away obediently. Isn't this bad?"