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

Ximen Longting's pupils constricted, and he looked at the Baiqiao not far away. Jing Jiaren's body with her back turned was curled up in a small ball, crying like a child.

"If you become a puppet, what will happen to her and the child? You have more to do." Leng Lintian clapped his shoulder twice.

Ximen Longting grabbed his wrist violently, as if twisting his hand, but the movement froze halfway.

He shook off Leng Lintian's hand as if bored: "Die!"

Leng Lintian smiled and walked forward, still with that strange look.

"Leng Lintian!"

Two men stand with their backs to each other.

Ximen Longting's hands were clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands were throbbing, and a voice was forced out from between his lips and teeth: "Thank you—"

The smile on the corner of Leng Lintian's mouth was even bigger, his eyes were blurred and empty: "Ximen, I'm not for you."

"Go away, before I kill you."

Ximen Longting's fist landed in the air in vain.The reason why he was so furious was because he saw Leng Lintian's strong love, no less than him.

How could he bear that in this world, there was another man who loved her so much.

He was the one who should love her the most.

……

Jing Jiaren hugged her knees with her hands and buried her face between her legs. She didn't know how long she had been crying.When she felt her legs start to go numb and slowly straightened up, she suddenly saw a figure sitting beside her.

Jing Jiaren's eyes widened in surprise, and Ximen Longting sat beside her, looking into the distance.

"Ximen Longting?" Jing Jiaren was at a loss, "When did you come?"

"For a long time."

"Then...why didn't you call me?"

"You're crying so intently, dare I disturb you?" Ximen Longting's tone was as sarcastic as ever, raising his voice, turning his face to stare at her, the messy tears on her face really made her feel bad.

"Have you cried enough? Let's go!" Ximen Longting stood up, saw that she was still sitting on the ground blankly, took off his men's coat and put it on her shoulders.

Jing Jiaren looked at him dully, is this really the Ximen Longting she knew?

She would sit silently beside her and watch her cry for an hour?

Shouldn't he have pulled her up and asked her viciously—why are you crying?

"Not going back yet?" Ximen Longting asked, staring at her deeply.

Jing Jiaren rubbed her knees, trying to stand up, but her legs felt weak.

"I don't have the energy..."

"Didn't eat at noon?" Ximen Longting bent down, picked her up horizontally, and stepped on the steps to cross the bridge.

Jing Jiaren leaned her face against his chest, breathed his breath, and murmured, "Ximen Longting, why don't you ask me why I sit here and cry?" This is not in line with his domineering CEO style.

Ximen Longting pursed his lips and remained silent.

"You don't have to worry about me, in fact, I—"

"This is the last time I forgive you for crying for another man, especially him Leng Lintian." Ximen Longting interrupted her and said in a hoarse voice, "No matter how good he is, you already have me. Remember You are Jing Jiaren of Ximen Longting!"

Jing Jiaren's heart sank, and she looked at him in surprise: "You know?"

Knowing that she was crying because of Leng Lintian, it was the first time she actually admitted in front of her that Leng Lintian was excellent.

"Did you hear it all?" Jing Jiaren couldn't help but tighten his shirt, "I didn't want to promise him and owe him this favor, but I..."<b