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

"I accidentally pressed the button and played your recording..."

"So you accidentally listened to it 99 times?"

So she listened to it 99 times?

Jing Jiaren didn't count, she only knew that she had been listening with a blank mind for a long time.

Jing Jiaren looked normal: "I was about to take a shower, and I pressed it when I took it off. You know, it's not convenient for me to turn it off again."

"That's a poor excuse. Can you make up a better one?"

"What's better?" Jing Jiaren's eyes widened, "I see, Master Ximen actually just wanted to hear it, and I couldn't help but listen to the recording because I miss you."

"So, do you miss me?" He asked in a cold voice.

"think."

Ximen Longting's chest was suddenly suffocated.

Jing Jiaren immediately said: "As long as I look in the mirror, I will think of you. Think of everything you did to me that night."

Ximen Longting's breath was cold, and he reached out to stroke her bangs.

Jing Jiaren turned her face away:

"Didn't you make me hate you? I hate you. How can I miss you?"

"..."

"I've been thinking even in my dreams, when will you come after me again and take me back. Are you regretting it again?" Jing Jiaren smiled wryly, "The more I think about it, the more afraid I become, and now, my worst fear has come true gone."

Jing Jiaren was indeed afraid, and her body convulsed slightly.

It is true that she has nightmares every day... dreaming that Ximen Longting treats her cruelly, or dreaming that something happened to Ximen Longting...

Ximen Longting's heart ached secretly: "Jing Jiaren, I want you to tell the truth."

"This is my truth. I know you just want a reason to get me back! Now I didn't give you such a reason, so you are angry?"

He strangled her wrist forcefully: "I will take it as you accidentally touched the mechanism and saw the secret inside and outside. You are already married, what are you still wearing my ring for?"

"..."

"To commemorate?" His voice was not loud, but powerful enough, "To commemorate our breakup!?"

"No, on the contrary. It's for myself to remember."

"..."

"Isn't the burn scar you left on my forehead just to remind me of you when I look in the mirror? This ring is the same. It always reminds me of what I have experienced with you." Jing Jiaren With a choked smile, "Looking at it, I will think of how happy I am now, and only then will I cherish happiness."

As Jing Jiaren said, she took out her right hand, and on the ring finger of her right hand was the wedding ring given to her by Leng Lintian.

"The left hand is sad, the right hand is happy."

Ximen Longting's heart ached more and more.

His face was expressionless, as indifferent as frost.

Jing Jiaren felt uncomfortable.

"This is what you taught me." She tried hard to look at him firmly, "And for me. The left hand is pain, and the right hand is happiness—"

"..."

"With comparison, I will cherish blessings even more."

Her words were like a big spoon digging into Ximen Longting's heart.

So, he rushed back from France non-stop just to let her stab him again?

"Are you satisfied with this explanation?"

Jing Jiaren's cold voice echoed in the hall: "Satisfied, will you let me go back immediately? My husband is still waiting for me at home."

She was provoking him on purpose.

Obviously, Ximen Long's blood-red eyes also showed that he had been stimulated.