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

When Jing Jiaren took out her mobile phone from her pocket, she realized that Wilson had called her.

Jing Jiaren wiped away her tears, opened the door desperately and rushed out.

She felt that something happened to Ximen Longting, otherwise Wilson would not have called her.

But she didn't even have the courage to return a phone call.

She was afraid... she was afraid of her walking steps, her breathing, her flustered eyes...

In the intensive care unit, Wilson was standing in front of the window with his back turned, tucking in the quilt for Ximen Longting.

Jing Jiaren stood outside the door, watching the steady waves of the heartbeat device, adjusting her breathing, and arranging her messy hair and clothes, before she finally had the courage to open the door.

Wilson turned around when he heard the door opening, and looked at Jing Jiaren's tearful face in surprise.

"Miss Jing?"

"I... I'm back," Jing Jiaren raised her lips, her voice rustling, "Did you call me just now?"

Wilson glanced up and down at her rigorously: "Master Leng..."

"I'm fine," she said forcefully, "Call me? What's wrong with Ximen Longting?"

"The young master just woke up."

ever woke up?

Jing Jiaren rushed to the bed in surprise, but Ximen Longting closed his eyes again, and those eyes were sunken deep in exhaustion.

In the past few days, he was supplied with nutrient solution, and he looked thinner.

"Just for a moment," Wilson explained, "he woke up in a daze, looking for you...and calling your name."

Jing Jiaren choked her throat and bit her lips tightly.

Don't cry, I said I won't cry again in front of Ximen Longting...

"Maybe the young master didn't see you, and fell asleep again after being disappointed."

Jing Jiaren opened her eyes even more disappointed: "Why is it at this time...why not another time, I'll be with him every minute!"

Even if he usually goes to the toilet, he is the fastest. He is afraid that when she is not around, he won't be able to see her immediately after waking up.

"I don't know that either."

"Ximen Longting, do you have to be this bad? Torturing me like this..."

Jing Jiaren reached out and gently stroked his bangs...

His messy hair sticks out from the bandages.

"Maybe, he thought I was gone, so he woke up." Jing Jiaren said to herself, "Ximen Longting, are you afraid that I will leave?"

She took his bandaged hand, clasped it tightly, and kissed it on her lips.

"No, I will be with you. From now on...we will never, ever, never let go."

Her legs softened, and she squatted down beside the bed, kneeling on the ground, in an indirect kneeling position.

Wilson heard other meanings from Jing Jiaren's words, and asked tentatively, "Master Leng promised to save people?"

"I don't need him to save me!"

"..."

"Wilson, don't mention this matter again, I have my solution." Jing Jiaren stared at Ximen Longting softly, but there was a certain determination in her eyes, "By the way, you need to do something for me."

Wilson wanted to ask something, but he swallowed his curiosity after all: "Miss Jing just ask."

"I'm going to meet my dad and SUN tomorrow, Ximen Longting will ask you to take care of me."

Wilson was puzzled, at such an important time, she still had to leave?

"Can't it be a few days?" At least until the young master is out of danger.

"No," Jing Jiaren insisted, "because the day after tomorrow is my birthday."

And the day after tomorrow happened to be the three-day period for Ximen Longting's illness, what a coincidence.