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

After calling the servant to make Jing Jiaren a cup of hot tea, he hurried out.

Jing Jiaren originally wanted to follow, but she had a big belly, which would only cause inconvenience... Wilson disagreed.

She also didn't want to become a trouble herself and delay the process of finding Ximen Longting.

Time passed little by little.

Jing Jiaren looked at the English-style wall clock on the wall from time to time, every minute and every second was the ultimate torture.

As she held her cold tea, a sense of foreboding enveloped her more and more closely.

Very flustered, so flustered that he couldn't sit still anymore, he paced back and forth on the ground.

The servant stands outside and looks out—

Originally, Mrs. Jing Jia wanted to stand outside to watch, but the servant said that it was very windy in the morning, and Mrs. Wilson had ordered her to stay inside before leaving.

While Jing Jiaren was restless, she suddenly remembered the window she almost knocked on when she came to the farmhouse that day.

Follow the memory to find the room and open the door.

Sure enough, as she expected, this is a study.

Even the facilities inside are quite different from what she imagined...

Although I have never been here before, I feel that there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity here.

Jing Jiaren walked to the desk and sat down on the chair, facing the window.

It seems that his smell still lingers in the air...

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, feeling a lot more at ease from the panic.

She tidied up the messy documents on the table, and a picture album was revealed——Ximen Longting had good painting skills, and she always knew it.

In the past, he also helped her draw oil paintings and sketches, which were all framed and placed in the submarine cemetery, and there were also hangings in the beach villa.

And this one is obviously just a scribble he made to vent his thoughts.

Jing Jiaren lowered her gaze, seeing the content of the painting, the tears she managed to stop fell down again.

She half covered her lips with her hand to suppress her sobs.

In this painting, she is standing outside the window, and the angle of view is exactly the position of Cong Jingjiaren.

That day, she was standing here, looking into the window...

The curtains are made of silk. Looking from the inside to the outside, it seems that the outside scenery can still be vaguely seen through a layer of gauze.

And once you get close to the curtain, it will be clearer.

But when she looked in from the window, she couldn't see Ximen Longting.

She began to regret infinitely. At that time, if she had knocked on the window or forced her way in, would everything have been different?

Jing Jiaren turned to the next page tremblingly.

I saw her standing outside the fence, bending over to pick daisies.

She passed by here that day, saw this daisy garden, and dug up a small piece of soil with daisies.

Jing Jiaren, you are really stupid, unforgivably stupid...

On the next page, Jing Jiaren is sitting on a hill with an easel.

It seems to overlap the sentence "she is looking at the scenery, but she is the scenery in his painting".

Jing Jiaren remembered that she was led into an alley by a black man at the company, he was the one who saved her, and he was the one who put the Band-Aid on her...

How could she have forgotten that in this world, only Ximen Longting would be considerate to her in every possible way.

She really wanted to go back in time and go back to the racing track. She walked in front of the racing car despite all obstacles and forcibly took off his helmet.

I really want to notice the sofa on the second floor earlier in the hall, and go straight forward to lift the curtain.

I even want to get up to meet him without any hesitation when I eat dishes that taste like Ximen Longting in the restaurant...

She was so regretful that she didn't know what to do.

He was always by her side, it was she who didn't find him and missed him.

How disappointed should he be?