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

Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised, and immediately sat up: "Give it to me now?"

"In a few days," he stroked her hair, "I'll have someone make you a lady's pistol."

"It's that toy gun you gave me just now?"

"It's true this time."

"That doesn't need to be specially ordered. I just want a normal pistol. You can give it to me now."

Ximen Longting lowered his eyes and asked, "So urgent?"

"You still don't understand—what I want is trust, not a pistol!" Jing Jiaren looked away coldly, "You never trusted me."

Ximen Longting touched her cheek: "Even if you really want my life, I will give it to you."

"..."

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid that if I die, how will your mother and son live? So I want to survive and take care of you."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

At first, she was shocked when she heard the first sentence, but his second sentence immediately made her feel that she lost her credibility, and it was just a sweet talk to deceive the girl.

"I'm sleepy and want to rest. Don't you have work to do? Go do it." Jing Jiaren lay back sleepily.

What's the use of waiting to give it to her in a few days, she will be gone in a few days...

Ximen Longting pinched her nose: "Didn't you ask me to accompany you today?"

"No need now!"

The morning was not over yet, and she hadn't been taught much about shooting.

Ximen Longting ordered Wilson to pick a pistol as light as possible from the arsenal.

After a while, Wilson brought the selected ten pistols for Jing Jia to choose, and she immediately cheered up.

Wilson reminded: "It takes a lot of force to load and pull the gun. The young master is worried that you won't be able to load it, so the ones you choose are all without manual safety."

Jing Jiaren frowned: "It means that it can be used without loading it?"

"Yes, but it's easy to misfire and dangerous. Ms. Jing, please be careful and don't carry it with you at ordinary times."

"How can it be so easy to misfire a gun..." Jing Jiaren chose, "Are these real guns?"

Ximen Longting casually picked up a handful, shot, "bang", the rose on the window sill was immediately hit by the stamen, and the incomplete flower petals fell down...

Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip, with complicated emotions in her heart: "Are you really willing to give your life to me?"

"A gun has 5 bullets." Ximen Longting stared at her with his lips drawn, "I'll give you 5 chances to kill me."

"..."

"If you can't kill me five times, it must be God's will. Should you fall in love with me?"

"You still think I'm going to kill you?"

"I don't know, you are the most ruthless and cold-blooded woman in the world..." He twisted a bunch of her hair, and kissed her on his lips.

"Since you think I'm going to kill you, why did you give me the gun?"

"To gain your trust."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

He still doesn't believe her, but, in order to gain her trust, he is willing to risk his life?

Jing Jiaren's mind was in a mess: "I want a pistol, but it's for self-protection... Don't worry, if I want to kill you, I can use a dagger, a kitchen knife, or any number of ways. I don't need a pistol."

"Besides a pistol, do you think you can kill me in other ways?"

"Even if it's a pistol, you caught me before I even pulled the trigger. Besides, I couldn't aim properly."

"I teach you."

"I don't want to kill people," Jing Jiaren picked up a pistol and played with it, "I just want to learn how to shoot my feet." Jing Jiaren was a little surprised, and immediately sat up: "Give it to me now?"

"In a few days," he stroked her hair, "I'll have someone make you a lady's pistol."

"It's that toy gun you gave me just now?"

"It's true this time."

"That doesn't need to be specially ordered. I just want a normal pistol. You can give it to me now."

Ximen Longting lowered his eyes and asked, "So urgent?"

"You still don't understand—what I want is trust, not a pistol!" Jing Jiaren looked away coldly, "You never trusted me."

Ximen Longting touched her cheek: "Even if you really want my life, I will give it to you."

"..."

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid that if I die, how will your mother and son live? So I want to survive and take care of you."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

At first, she was shocked when she heard the first sentence, but his second sentence immediately made her feel that she lost her credibility, and it was just a sweet talk to deceive the girl.

"I'm sleepy and want to rest. Don't you have work to do? Go do it." Jing Jiaren lay back sleepily.

What's the use of waiting to give it to her in a few days, she will be gone in a few days...

Ximen Longting pinched her nose: "Didn't you ask me to accompany you today?"

"No need now!"

The morning was not over yet, and she hadn't been taught much about shooting.

Ximen Longting ordered Wilson to pick a pistol as light as possible from the arsenal.

After a while, Wilson brought the selected ten pistols for Jing Jia to choose, and she immediately cheered up.

Wilson reminded: "It takes a lot of force to load and pull the gun. The young master is worried that you won't be able to load it, so the ones you choose are all without manual safety."

Jing Jiaren frowned: "It means that it can be used without loading it?"

"Yes, but it's easy to misfire and dangerous. Ms. Jing, please be careful and don't carry it with you at ordinary times."

"How can it be so easy to misfire a gun..." Jing Jiaren chose, "Are these real guns?"

Ximen Longting casually picked up a handful, shot, "bang", the rose on the window sill was immediately hit by the stamen, and the incomplete flower petals fell down...

Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip, with complicated emotions in her heart: "Are you really willing to give your life to me?"

"A gun has 5 bullets." Ximen Longting stared at her with his lips drawn, "I'll give you 5 chances to kill me."

"..."

"If you can't kill me five times, it must be God's will. Should you fall in love with me?"

"You still think I'm going to kill you?"

"I don't know, you are the most ruthless and cold-blooded woman in the world..." He twisted a bunch of her hair, and kissed her on his lips.

"Since you think I'm going to kill you, why did you give me the gun?"

"To gain your trust."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

He still doesn't believe her, but, in order to gain her trust, he is willing to risk his life?

Jing Jiaren's mind was in a mess: "I want a pistol, but it's for self-protection... Don't worry, if I want to kill you, I can use a dagger, a kitchen knife, or any number of ways. I don't need a pistol."

"Besides a pistol, do you think you can kill me in other ways?"

"Even if it's a pistol, you caught me before I even pulled the trigger. Besides, I couldn't aim properly."

"I teach you."

"I don't want to kill people," Jing Jiaren picked up a pistol and played with it, "I just want to learn how to shoot my feet."