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

Three words came out of his mouth, he turned away, frowned heavily, the hand hanging by his side was trembling, clenched tightly.

Jing Jiaren quickly wiped away her tears, and the shampoo bubbles in her hands stuck to her eyes, which irritated and made her eyes hurt even more.

Her tears fell faster, and she wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

She looked like a wronged little girl.

Leng Lintian's heart tugged, and he almost reached out his hand...

Why can she control him with a word or a small move?

I don't want to be a marionette whose mind is manipulated by her anymore!

Jing Jiaren heard the sound of the door being slammed shut——

He left the room and left her here.

Jing Jiaren's weak body squatted on the ground. She was very tired for the past few days, her heart was exhausted, and her body was also exhausted.

Fortunately, she is about to prove everything and leave...

It's not too late to go to Ximen Longting now, is it?

……

In the afternoon, the huge living room was full of servants, all wearing complicated skirts, holding a bouquet of flowers, and surrounded the piano behind the piano.

Jing Jiaren also saw the nun, wearing a cape from head to toe, with a large cross hanging on her chest.

A black piano stands in the room, and daisies are piled on the sound of the piano.

The whole room has also been decorated, with fresh flowers everywhere.

The doors and windows are all closed tightly.

Jing Jiaren sat down on the piano bench, pressed her fingers on the keys, and waited.

Not long after, there was a sound of messy footsteps outside the door.

Bang, a group of people walked in from the opened door, led by Leng Lintian, a priest who was speaking in English, holding a Bible in his hand.

The corner of Jing Jiaren's mouth hooked helplessly...

Of course, she knew what she was preparing for this scene.All that was left was to place a coffin in front of her.

Leng Lintian, you don't believe me that much, do you?

Leng Lintian was dressed in a black dress, his face was solemn and calm, and something flashed in his eyes.

Black from head to toe, a pair of black leather shoes stepped on the ground and walked in front of her.

"You still have a chance to regret it."

Jing Jiaren raised her head and smiled: "Why should I regret it?"

"..." Leng Lintian closed his fingers again, "Would you rather die...to see him?"

Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised. Did he think that she wanted to die?

"I just wanted to prove to you..."

"Prove me what? Your love?" Leng Lintian turned around ridiculously, "Lady, you have proved enough!"

He sees too much...

Every time she snuggled into his arms and smiled happily, a knife stabbed him.

His rotten heart is broken and stinks...

"Jing Jiaren, I'll ask you one last time, do you regret it?" His eyes closed in pain.

Choosing to stay by his side made her feel miserable?Why don't you die?

Jing Jiaren's clear voice said, "No."

"Okay! I will fulfill you!"

He sat down on a single sofa opposite the piano, sitting lazily, with several servants waiting beside him.

Bang, the door was closed and locked upside down.All windows are also locked upside down.

These servants probably thought it was just a piano meeting, but they didn't expect to be buried with them—the sacrificial offerings.

What about Leng Lintian?Why is he here too?

Jing Jiaren looked at him in surprise, since he thought it was a song of death, everyone who listened to it would die.He should have left.

Do you want to accompany her...together?