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

Jian Chenche's nerves were torn, he hated a woman repeatedly saying to leave and appearing in front of him again and again.

What she said was contradictory, which proved that every word of her was not credible.

Unfortunately, the balance in his body was still shaking.

"I'm pregnant with a baby now, and it's impossible for you to touch me again..." Mengkui defended herself softly, "I didn't know you were also assigned to this room."

"..."

"If I knew, I would definitely ask to change the room."

After the words fell, Meng Kui bit her lip again.It's useless to change rooms.

Since it was arranged by the young master, Mr. Jian will be arranged wherever she lives...

The icicles surging in the space made her very uncomfortable.

She had completely given up, and it was hard to even look at Jian Chenche.

"Then you... you sleep here, I'll go out."

"..."

Mengkui covered the quilt with only one head exposed, moving on the ground like a spring roll.

Jian Chenche sat on the bed indifferently, watching her move slowly.

No one likes the feeling of being designed, he seems to be played by this woman from the beginning to the end.

"Sorry, Ms. Meng, the young master has an order. Neither you nor Mr. Jian can leave this room tonight. Please rest."

As soon as he opened the door, he was stopped by the guard outside the door.

The door closed in front of her, and the lock was knocked from the outside.

Meng Kui stood there blankly, stiffness and embarrassment welling up from the soles of her feet.

How much Jian Chenche hates her, she showed it clearly tonight, and she has completely recognized herself...

But what to do, what can she do?

Feeling powerless like never before...

Mengkui stood in front of the door with the quilt rolled up, not daring to turn her head back, she kept fiddling with the lock and knocking on the door softly.

"Enough acting?"

Jian Chenche's tepid voice came, she hadn't acted enough, he had seen enough.

The cold voice was full of impatience.

Mengkui knew how annoying she was at this moment: "I really... have no freedom..."

"..."

"I'm just a servant. It's not that I want to design everything... I never wanted to design you."

"..."

"I was also surprised that the child came."

"Accident." Jian Chenche's expression was indifferent and serene, his lips were full of sarcasm, "Time is neither fast nor slow, it just happens to be at this time."

"Because it was an accident, so it's something I can't control! If I really wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have tried everything to let you go..." For his freedom, she betrayed her master and took her life. No more.

Jian Chenche raised her lips: "Let me go, use desperate means to capture me. You think your charm can control me to turn back."

Mengkui looked at him in shock - she knew he would misunderstand her, but he misunderstood her so deeply.

"You thought...you didn't look back for me, that's why the young master brought you back—I never thought that I would have such a charm to make you come back. You think I let you go, it was all a carefully drawn scam?"

Jian Chenche stared coldly.

They even knew the details of the bed affair Ximen Longting so clearly, how could they trust him?

"You think the child was designed by me. I knew that the child was pregnant, so I let you go at this time..."

Mengkui cried, "I didn't even know... I was so powerful, I became a complete scheming girl."

"Is not it?"

The rhetorical question of just four words negated all that Meng Kui had done to him.