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

"Second miss, it's Miss Jing who is here..." Aunt Qu said in person, "Jing Jia is Miss Jing."

Hearing the words Jing Jiaren, Ximen Longying's pupils suddenly dilated, and only then did they gain focus.

Seeing her dying, Jing Jiaren couldn't hate her...

"Jing...beautiful..." Ximen Longying murmured softly enduring the severe pain.

"Yes, Second Miss, she came to see you..." Aunt Qu broke down in tears.

Ximen Longying stared closely at Jing Jiaren - she changed her appearance, so Ximen Longying didn't recognize her just now.

"I didn't expect...at this time...the one who came to see me...is actually you..."

Ximen Longting's pale lips trembled: "It's you..."

Jing Jiaren frowned slightly, not knowing what to say.

"Are you here to see me...a joke?"

"You think too much," Jing Jiaren said softly, "I don't have that American time, so I came to see your jokes in the middle of the night."

"Heh..." Ximen Longying smiled.

Probably because of the severe pain, her lower lip was bitten. When she laughed, her lips were split, and her lips were red with blood. "Are you here to sympathize with me?"

Aunt Qu looked at Jing Jiaren nervously, for fear that she might say something nasty.

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath: "No, I'm here to forgive you."

"forgive?"

"Whether you need it or not, for the sake of the child, I forgive you for what you did to me before."

Ximen Longying frowned, as if she didn't understand, and stared at Jing Jiaren strangely.

The next second, she grabbed the quilt again, and the severe pain made her let out a shocking cry...

Jing Jiaren was not taken aback by looking for something, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Aunt Qu held Ximen Longying's hand tightly and kept calling her name: "Second Miss, you must hold on! I beg you to hold on!"

Ximen Longying's entire face was covered with sweat...

The pain seemed to be stronger and weaker at times. She cried out in pain for a while, then regained her composure, and stretched out her hand towards Jing Jiaren...

"Miss Jing..." Aunt Qu's pleading gaze.

Everyone in the room stared helplessly at Jing Jiaren.

She sighed, stretched out her hand, and held Ximen Longying.

"I don't want your...forgiveness," Ximen Longying said softly, "I just beg you, give Aofeng...to me."

"..."

"You already have my brother...why do you still fight with me..."

"I didn't argue with you."

"Yes, you don't have to fight, he is willing to be yours!"

"..."

"Aofeng...I really love him," Ximen Longying said intermittently, "I want to give birth to him...give him a home...why doesn't he want me?"

"..."

"Jing Jiaren...don't look at me so pitifully...I don't need you to be pitiful..." Ximen Longying grabbed her hand fiercely, "I know what happened to me...I know it's my own fault...this Everything is my choice."

Jing Jiaren leaned over slightly and looked at her.

It's the first time I've seen Ximen Longying at such a close distance...

"But I have never regretted it."

"..."

"Jing Jiaren, why do they all like you...Even God bless you?"

"..."

"Why have I been hated by everyone since I was a child... Heh." A gloomy light flashed in her eyes.Immediately afterwards, there was another wave of painful attacks, and she was so painful that the veins on her neck burst out.

I no longer have the strength to grab Jing Jiaren's hand...