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

Ximen Fenglie got on his horse, and with that tall posture again, he pulled the rein and turned around.

Before leaving, he took a deep look at Ximen Longting. There was a hint of meaning in his eyes, but he couldn't understand what emotion he was trying to express.

Ximen Longting clenched his fists, eyes full of anger.

Jing Jiaren stood beside him, holding his fist...

It seems to be watching Ximen Longting leave on horseback more than 20 years later.

After all, Master Ximen has lived so many years longer than him, and his emotions are more hidden and elusive.

"Ximen Longting, don't be angry."

"..."

"Master Ximen will come to see your mother. Remembering the anniversary of her death is better than not knowing anything, right?"

"..."

"Besides, he doesn't need to do this for you to see? If he did it for you specifically... It proves that he wants to reconcile with you, and he regrets it. Isn't it better?"

Ximen Longting pursed his thin lips and looked away.

"No matter which way you look at it, it's a good thing. Mother Fanny will probably be happy too."

Ximen Longting did not speak, bent down to pick up the pocket watch and held it in his hand.

Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief... It seems that he has figured it out.

He is always impulsive!

But Jing Jiaren knows Ximen Longting very well, he is only impulsive towards people and things he cares about, and he is also indifferent and indifferent to those who don't care about him.

But every time Master Ximen was mentioned, he was very uneasy.

In fact, in his heart, the role of father is very important...

It's just a pity that he didn't have any paternal love that he had been thinking about, and he became a lifelong enemy.

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Ximen Longting wiped off the dirt on the pocket watch, and the gauze on his finger was covered with yellow mud, so he had to use his sleeve to wipe it off.

The man who usually loves cleanliness carefully wiped the pocket watch clean and hung it back on the tombstone.

It can be seen that he cherishes everything that belongs to Fanny...

Even though he has always been very clear that the poor maternal love that Fanny once gave him all came from Ximen Fenglie.

When they left the courtyard, the lawn behind them suddenly sprayed water.

Sprinklers are intertwined with brilliant spray...

Along the road, the courtyards of every house are sprinkled with water and lush with flowers and plants.

Probably there will be sprays of water regularly every day, so these flowers and plants can still grow on their own without the care of the abandoned hut...

So the ground along the road is full of flowers, all kinds of wild flowers, very beautiful.

Jing Jiaren took his arm and walked for a while: "Aren't you going back in a carriage?"

"..."

"Still feeling bad? Shall I go on a walk with you?"

Ximen Longting looked ahead gloomyly: "I want you to come over today and see my bad side."

"How could it be so bad, I feel closer to you instead."

"Jing Jiaren, what did you say in front of the tombstone before you left?" Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes and slowly recovered.

I remember that before the woman left, she deliberately knelt in front of the tombstone, clasped her hands together as if she was talking about something, and he urged her several times before she left.

"It's what a daughter-in-law would say to her mother-in-law."

"What's that saying!?"

"You can't listen to..."

"Jing Jiaren, you'd better not speak ill of me! She will never believe you when she faces me... and she will hate you!" Ximen Longting squeezed her hand, squinting his eyes threateningly.

"How is it possible... How can I be willing to speak ill of you, and it's too late to praise you."

"..."

"Ximen Longting, I actually said a few words to Fanny's mother on your behalf."