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

Soon Jing Jiaren figured it out.

The original music box was given to Master Ximen by Mother Leng. For Master Ximen, it is naturally a very precious thing.

The servants can't even touch...

And often, Master Ximen would pick up that box and listen to it when he missed Mother Leng.

As a stand-in, Jing's mother had naturally seen this box.

She didn't know the significance of the box to Master Ximen, she only knew that it was Master Ximen's treasure.

And now, he is willing to give her the music box——

Mother Jing took the music box and listened to piano music every day, and her condition was temporarily under control.

But this is not a long-term solution after all.

After a long time, Mother Jing never saw Master Ximen, and she always had doubts.

"Dad, are you making soup again?" Jing Jiaren often saw Father Jing in the kitchen and courtyard.

"Your mother is used to drinking this soup, and she can't sleep without drinking it every night." Jing's father was very happy when he came back from Jing's mother. .”

"To him? Why?"

"You are husband and wife." Father Jing has already filled a large bowl, "There are still many, you should remember to drink."

Jing Jiaren had no choice but to go upstairs with the tray.

To be honest, the two lived in separate rooms, and Jing Jiaren had never been to Leng Lintian's room, let alone boiled soup for him.

Thinking about it carefully, she didn't do anything for him, because she really resisted him from the bottom of her heart...

The door was half closed, Jing Jiaren was about to knock on the door when she heard voices coming from inside.

"The operation failed?" It was Leng Lintian's voice.

"The medicine for the surgery has been tampered with..."

Jing Jiaren quietly opened the door a little.

In a luxuriously decorated bedroom, Leng Lintian sat on a French sofa chair, with a floor-to-ceiling French lamp standing beside him.

The warm lamp shone on his extremely condensed face, and the smile on his mouth was completely gone.

"Have you investigated, who did it?"

One of his subordinates knelt down on one leg, pressed his hand on the ground and reported, "It should be done by Master Ximen's people."

"It's him again." Leng Lintian's expression was not surprised, as if Ximen had made troubles in many ways recently.

The soup in Jing Jiaren's hand was almost unsteady, and the half-closed door was blown open by the wind, making a creaking sound.

When the bodyguard came in, he forgot to close the door——

Leng Lintian looked up and met Shangjing Jiaren's eyes.

Seeing this, Jing Jiaren couldn't hide anymore, she pushed the door open with her shoulder, and walked in with a tray: "My father made some soup, let me bring it for you..."

Leng Lintian nodded, waved his hands, and the subordinate who was kneeling on the ground immediately got up and retreated.

Leng Lintian's serious face changed into a relaxed smile: "Honey, it's rare that you will serve me soup yourself. I'm really flattered."

He got up himself, took the tray and placed it on the table.

"Honey, don't do this kind of rough work by yourself in the future, what if you fall?" He turned around and held her hand.

Jing Jiaren retracted her hand unnaturally: "What were you guys talking about just now? The surgery failed. Was it the plastic surgery that failed?"

Leng Lintian frowned.

"Ximen Longting really did it?" Jing Jiaren shook her head, "I don't believe it."

"After returning from France, he opposed me in many ways."

"How do you know he's against you? Not someone else?"

"Don't forget that I can check, and he didn't want to hide it." Leng Lintian picked up an empty small bowl and filled half a bowl of soup, "He came here clearly."