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

Jing Jiaren didn't even give him a chance to look back at him, she went straight to the door, opened it and left.

She knew that it would be disrespectful and irresponsible to leave Father Jing when he was ill...

But now Ximen Longting needs her more.

It's just one night, nothing will happen to Jing's father, he has a nurse and Leng Lintian to take care of him.

But Ximen Longting is different, that stubborn man...

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In the high-end club suite, the lights were dimmed, the tea table was overturned, and some glasses and red wine bottles were smashed to the ground.

The sofa was cut by pieces, and some cotton was exposed. Ximen Longting sat there with his body tilted, his collar was torn open, his face was sunken in darkness, only the breath of evil and madness was radiating out.

Wilson was meticulous, and specially sent bodyguards to wait for her at the entrance of the club.

The door opened, and Jing Jiaren was invited in by the bodyguards...

"Miss Jing, you are finally here." Wilson said with the expression of seeing a savior, "the young master is over there."

"Why don't you turn on the lights?"

Jing Jiaren frowned, only seeing a vague figure in the darkness.

She fumbled for the switch at the door, clicked, and turned on the light at once.

The bright crystal lamps illuminated every corner of the room, and Ximen Longting was lying on the sofa with a face of drunkenness, still holding a bottle of foreign wine in his hand, sleeping crookedly.

Being harassed by the lights, Ximen Longting's bloody red eyes suddenly opened, and he roared, "Turn off the lights!"

"Ximen Longting?"

In Jing Jiaren's memory, it was the first time that Ximen Longting was so drunk.

"Get out, get out of here..."

He kicked his foot, but unfortunately, everything that could be kicked over by him has already been kicked over...

His long legs kicked off the nothingness in the air, and lifted them to the ground again.

Jing Jiaren leaned forward, trying to snatch the wine bottle from his hand, but just touching his hand, he waved at her.

The force of that fist hit Jing Jiaren's abdomen, she froze her brows in pain, and fell down on the sofa in the side seat, almost being thrown out...

Jing Jiaren cried out in pain, "It's me!"

Her voice sounded close, and Ximen Longting was recognizable.

He narrowed his eyes and scanned Jing Jiaren's face, measuring her face back and forth like a machine code, his handsome face became stiff and tense.

Jing Jiaren held his hand again, this time he didn't open her.

She snapped his fingers: "put down the wine, don't drink it."

Ximen Longting's fingers were stiff and clenched tightly.

Jing Jiaren opened his fingers one by one, but found that they couldn't.

"Ximen Longting, let go!" Jing Jiaren lost her temper, "I'm leaving if you don't let go?"

Hearing the word go, his pupils constricted, and he reacted slightly.

Wilson came over, but Jing Jiaren was unable to resist: "Miss Jing, are you okay? The young master seems to have really lost his head from drinking."

"..."

"It's better for you to leave first."

If Ximen Longting hurt Jing Jiaren while losing his mind, after he regained consciousness, the first person to punish him must be Wilson!

The moment Jing Jiaren stood up, Ximen Longting let go of his hand suddenly, and the foreign wine fell to the ground——

His big palm grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Jing Jiaren bumped into his hard chest and almost passed out.

"Don't go!" he growled!

"You're hurting me..." Jing Jiaren frowned in pain, "Let go, my bones are about to break..."