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

Jing Jiaren grabbed Ximen Longting's tie: "I've said so much, you just focus on drinking the soup."

"You want to drink too? Shall I feed you?"

"Aren't you going to express your opinion?" Jing Jiaren tugged at his tie.

Ximen Longting raised his thin lips: "What do you think?"

"Ximen Longting, do you know something?" Jing Jiaren stared at Ximen Longting questioningly, seeing his calm expression, she felt that something was being hidden from him.

He was not at all curious about the affairs of the Donggong family.

"I do know a little, not much."

"Then you just said about the treasures of the Donggong family?"

Ximen Longting scooped up a spoonful of soup: "Are you thirsty, drink some soup?"

"...I'm telling you something serious!"

What should Ximen Longting say, father Jing is not her biological father, but she is a descendant of Donggong?

This involvement, based on Jing Jiaren's intelligence, will lead to more things...

"If you want to know, let's pry Gong Zihua's mouth open and ask." Ximen Longting turned cold, "Wilson, catch him."

"Yes, sir."

"Wait!" Jing Jiaren had an idea, "He can run very well, and there are secret tunnels everywhere in the city... I don't think it's suitable for direct arrest..."

Ximen Longting put his arms around her waist and pressed her into his arms: "How do you want to catch her? Listen to you."

Jing Jiaren felt that she had to surround the hotel where Gong Zihua was staying and bring a tranquilizer pistol...

Before Ximen Longting sent people to take action, she repeatedly asked not to really hurt Gong Zihua.

Originally, he also wanted to catch Jayson. That old and cunning fox guessed in advance that he had offended Ximen Longting, so he hid first, or happened to hide and disappear.

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The villa's underground garage.

Gong Zihua was wrapped in several chains, handcuffed and anklets, and thrown in a corner.

Apparently shot with a tranquilizer pistol, he was in a stupor, his face was smudged from a fight with bodyguards, he had footprints on his body, and what appeared to be a bruised shoulder.

Jing Jiaren frowned, half bent down and lifted Gong Zihua's collar, trying to check his injuries.

"Miss Jing, be careful, don't get close to him..."

Gong Zihua's long eyelashes trembled, and he vaguely heard Jing Jiaren's voice ringing in his ears.

"He's injured, call him a doctor immediately."

Ximen Longting's cold voice came: "This is a small injury, I can't die."

"Ximen Longting, you promised me that you wouldn't hurt him...call him a doctor!"

"Who told him not to obediently catch him without a fight, and you are full of sympathy?"

"Are you calling or not?" Jing Jiaren frowned, her complexion turned pale.

Ximen Longting took a deep breath and waved: "Go and call the doctor."

"Also, you just throw him in this kind of place? Where's the bed? At least there's a place for him to lie down?"

One yard counts for one yard, Gong Zihua is indeed a prisoner, but there is no need to be treated like this?

Ximen Longting was full of hostility: "If you don't lock him in the underground garage, you still want to send him to the guest room and serve him well? Take care of him?"

Jing Jiaren stood up straight, staring at Ximen Longting with displeasure——

It was agreed before the arrest that it would not embarrass Gong Zihua, nor would it hurt him.

"Okay, go and bring a big bed here now," Ximen Longting ordered, "Wilson, find someone to decorate this place—satisfied?"