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

Ximen Longting suddenly swung a punch, and the strike was so fast that Dong Gongziche's body that had just stood still was slammed to the ground again.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and strangled his teeth with one hand.

"Your Highness—"

Several guards rushed over, and some guards pointed their guns directly at Ximen Longting's hand.

Jing Jiaren raised her lips coldly: "Ximen Longting, you are so beautiful."

Donggong Ziche was supported to stand up, and said with a calm smile, "Mr. Ximen, I'll give you a week to think about it. If you can't give me an answer by then, don't blame me for being rude."

Ximen Longting's red pupils were like blood, and his fists were clenched.

Before he could punch again, a waxy voice sounded: "mama!"

Star was held in the arms of a guard, his hands desperately stretched out towards Jing Jiaren.

Jing Jia's heart was startled, the corners of her eyes were sore, layers of guards blocked the adult wall in front of her: "Donggong Ziche, where do you want to arrest him, let him go!"

Ximen Longting grabbed two guards and threw them out. Before he could pass through the human wall, more guards rushed towards him, surrounding him in a turbulent wave of soldiers.

Dong Gongzi's gradually fading voice came——

"Mr. Ximen, don't forget our agreement, I will give you time to think about it."

"mama———!"

"Star! Damn it, get the hell out of here!" Jing Jiaren desperately tried to get out of the crowd, but she could only watch helplessly as Star was carried away.The scene was a bit chaotic for a while, Ximen Longting was in a fierce fight with the guards.

"Wilson! Take her away."

"Yes, sir."

"Miss Jing, be careful." Wilson was sent by Ximen Longting to protect Jing Jiaren, stopped her in front of Jing Jiaren and sent her to the sofa to rest.Jing Jiaren suddenly turned around and ran towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. Standing in front of the window and looking at the yard outside, Dong Gongziche walked past with a large number of densely packed teams.

Jing Jiaren's finger was firmly pressed against the window, even if she smashed the glass now and chased it out, so what?

This is Donggong Ziche's territory!She can't even kill a chicken!

Outside the hall, Donggong Ziche's carriage left with his team, and the guards here were ordered to retreat soon after.

Ximen Longting's face was slightly stained, and he punched the goal post hard.

He stood there for a long time, until Jing Jiaren came over and carefully wiped the wound on Ximen Longting's face with a clean square handkerchief.

Jing Jiaren looked at him deeply: "Ximen Longting, you have been injured again... You promised me that you would not let yourself be injured again."

Ximen Longting pulled her long arm and threw her into his generous arms.

Jing Jiaren buried her face in his chest, and took a deep breath: "However, that punch you just punched was really beautiful. Donggong Ziche deserves it."

Ximen Longting remained silent, and hugged her tightly, wrapping her arms around her tightly.

"What is the deal between Donggong Ziche and you?"

"..."

"No matter what decision you make, I have the right to know."

"..."

"I will find a way to know, but I hope you will tell me yourself."

Ximen Longting hugged her even tighter, and said after a moment of silence: "He wants to use my influence on the ground to help him fight the old East Palace together."

Jing Jiaren raised her delicate face: "Why did you refuse? Didn't you always want to attack Master Donggong?" Although, he was her father.