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

Jian Chenche shook the crystal trophy in his hand towards her, as if to say: You did it.

Jing Jiaren's heart is clear. This is probably the happiest thing she has done during this period of time. Her hard work has not been in vain, at least she has been affirmed...

The host smiled and held the microphone, and asked Jian Chenche's state of mind: "Excuse me, which one is your most satisfying work?"

"The next one."

"It is said that Mr. Jian is a perfectionist... None of such highly-rated works can catch your eyes?"

"My most satisfying work is in the final."

"Oh? What Mr. Jian means is that if we don't enter the finals, it seems that we won't see that amazing work..."

In Miaoman's piano music, Jian Chenche had a rare patience, answering the reporters' questions one by one.

Apart from Jian Chenche, two other teams also entered the rematch this time.

The rematch is the remaining 49 entries...

And the final was the bloody daisy.

In the backstage lounge, Jing Jiaren avoided the large group of reporters who wanted to get news, and entered from the back.

"Sister Bai, you just went to get the prize, why didn't you go?"

"Yeah, is your boyfriend jealous too?"

"Have you noticed? I've never taken off my mask since I came from the UK..."

Jing Jiaren wore a mask and sunglasses, and smiled faintly: "I have a cold recently, and I don't want to infect everyone."

"Come on, it's been almost 2 months, how can you catch a cold for so long?"

"I think it was your jealous husband who gave the order?"

As soon as Ximen Longting was mentioned, Jing Jiaren felt uncomfortable.

She said a few perfunctory words, and squeezed in front of Jian Chenche: "How is it? The rematch is this afternoon, and the other two pairs are not bad."

Jian Chenche threw the trophy to her...

Jing Jiaren was almost caught: "Hello."

"Take this trash home."

Rubbish?

Jing Jiaren couldn't help but laugh: "Mr. Jian's prize, which he worked so hard to get, is regarded as rubbish?"

Jian Chenche stared at her coldly, "There is no one recycling at the waste station, what is it if it's not garbage? Don't ask me to find someone to deal with it."

"Yes—" Jing Jiaren knew that he wanted to give her the trophy.

Jing Jiaren stroked it back and forth. It was a diamond-shaped trophy with something like a crystal ball on it.

The base is actually gold.

Jing Jiaren made a cushion: "This is the first trophy I have won in my life. It is very commemorative. If you really don't want it, then I will not be polite."

Jian Chenche curled his lower lip: "You bumpkin."

"..." Jing Jiaren, "I know you really want to give it to me, but I can understand that you can't save face."

"When you are sick, you don't distinguish between countries and times?"

The implication is that she is imagining.

Jing Jiaren froze for a moment, pinched her face, it hurt.

She herself couldn't tell whether she was imagining it or not—this award was too easy to win.

Jian Chenche took a step closer: "It's not easy to distinguish between reality and fantasy?"

"How to divide?"

"You must have him in your imagination, you can see if there is."

Jing Jiaren suddenly understood—that's right, when did she not have Ximen Longting in her paranoia?

I looked around, no, not even in the game just now.

While Jing Jiaren felt relieved, she couldn't stop feeling lost and sad.Ximen Longting, how can you be absent again and again at the most important moment in my life?

Even if we can't be together, I really hope...you are here at this time, even if you are far away from me.