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

Jing Jiaren's breathing was uneven, she turned her face away, and didn't want to answer.

Ximen Longting stroked her face with the back of his hand, and she immediately opened it with resistance...

The aura exuding from her whole body was "Ximen Longting, get out of here, I don't love you, and I don't want you".

"beautiful woman……"

"Go, get out of my sight immediately."

"Remember the 38 slaps I owe you?" Ximen Longting's Adam's apple fluctuated up and down. After so many years, he should have paid her back long ago.

Jing Jiaren's face was cold: "I've lost all my memories about you... I don't remember anything at all."

Ximen Longting said in a deep voice: "I remember, I haven't forgotten! What I owe you, I should have paid you back long ago!"

Suddenly there was the sound of glass breaking on the ground.

The tall figure suddenly knelt down on the broken glass...

The servant on the side screamed, what is His Majesty the King doing?

Jing Jiaren turned around and saw him kneeling on the broken glass, her whole face immediately turned pale: "What are you doing?"

"I want you to know how I feel when you are hurting yourself!"

"..."

Jing Jiaren looked at his knee, sharp glass shards pierced his knee, and blood dripped down.

"Get up..."

Ximen Longting raised his palm, and slapped, a cruel slap hit his face.

"This palm means that you have no relatives and no one to rely on in England."

Snapped--

"This palm is from your ten-month pregnancy, and I, Ximen's seed is left!"

Snapped--

"This palm, it's you standing in front of me, I can't recognize it just by changing your identity..."

Jing Jiaren obviously didn't understand the meaning of Ximen Longting's words: "What are you crazy about, stop it!"

Snapped!

Ximen Longting slapped him harder, but his handsome face was calm and indifferent, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.He stated insensitively:

"This palm is a cruel torture for you on the island."

"This palm, you are suffering from paranoia and depression because of me."

"With this palm, you hurt yourself on your arm..."

……

There was clapping of applause, every palm was ruthless, and Jing Jiaren couldn't stop it at all.

"Don't hit Ximen Longting, I beg you," Jing Jiaren yelled in horror, "Why are you still standing there, why didn't you stop him?"

Neither of the two servants dared to step forward to obstruct it, this is the king...

The corner of Ximen Longting's mouth hooked coldly, and he slammed another palm on his face.

The corners of his mouth were slightly swollen, and a trace of blood remained on the split part.

"This palm—"

Jing Jiaren had already grabbed his wrist, got off the bed, and was about to kneel on the ground.

Ximen Longting supported her knees with his hands, preventing her from kneeling down: "Jing Jiaren! Stand up for me!"

"Ximen Longting, I hate you..." Jing Jiaren's fists hit his shoulder intensively, "Why did you treat me like this, you are a devil..."

It infiltrated her life pervasively, forced her, and tortured her.

Ximen Longting's throat was low, like the sound of a broken violin: "I will compensate you for everything I owe you!"

"I don't want such compensation!"

Ximen Longting wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, Hei Jun's face was slightly swollen, but because of his dark complexion, it was hard to see how many slaps he had been slapped.

"I can't bear it? I can't wait to kill myself!"

Thinking of the cruelty he had inflicted on her...

"Ximen Longting, get up!" Jing Jiaren tugged at his arm, tears streaming down her eyes.