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

Ximen Longting hesitated for a moment, got up and walked into the bathroom to rinse his mouth.

Jing Jiaren remembered the hangover soup...

He walked to the door with the bowl, and handed it to him after he finished brushing his teeth: "Drink this, and your head won't hurt anymore."

Ximen Longting took it coldly and threw it away.

He finally ate the spaghetti, but he didn't ask Jing Jiaren to feed him, and he didn't look at her during the whole eating process.

The air was stagnant, and Jing Jiaren cleaned up the house everywhere.

"After breakfast, let me clean it for you."

She picked up the soiled suit and shirt and said, "You smell like alcohol. How many days have you not showered?"

Ximen Longting didn't speak.

"After washing, change into clean clothes, and I will take you to a place?"

"I won't go to the hospital." He finally said, "You don't care about it."

"Why?" Jing Jiaren paused.

"No why."

"Ximen Longting, treatment is your only chance to survive, you can't give up!"

Ximen Longting curled his lips coldly: "Jing Jiaren, what do you think you are? You're not here when I need you, and when I don't need you... What are you doing back again!?"

These words pierced hard into her heart.

"You have lost the qualification to control me now!"

"You need me now, most of all." She said stubbornly, "I won't leave."

Ximen Longting sneered: "Are you saying my love is a burden?"

He was cold and ruthless: "Now you have become my burden."

Only then did Jing Jia know that she said his love was a burden, and it hurt so much.

Jing Jiaren's heart ached, but she told herself that these were all angry words from Ximen Longting to drive her away.

"No matter how much you scold me, I won't leave. If you have any scolding, vent it out...I scolded you so much before."

"What is this?" He sternly said, "Pay off the debt?"

"Yes, the love debt, I want to repay it to you." Just use the remaining half of your life to repay it.

He stared coldly at the watch on his wrist: "I don't need you to point fingers at my decision."

"I always knew you were a strong and stubborn person. I happen to be too. You don't listen to me, and I don't listen to you, so we always fight."

"..."

"But only this time, you have to listen to me."

Ximen Longting's voice became more and more indifferent: "You came back when I was about to die—are you sympathizing with me or pity me!?"

"Why do you think so?"

"Don't you want to escape?" Ximen Longting raised his head suddenly, "Escape from my side again and again."

Jing Jiaren was speechless.

"What are you doing now? If you didn't think I was going to die, you would come back!?"

"I……"

"I, Ximen Longting, don't need your pity!" He cast a dark gaze on her face.

"I've already said it's not pity." Jing Jiaren's explanation was so weak.

"Jing Jia..." Ximen Longting's complexion suddenly changed, and he pressed his hand on his stomach. In the next second, most of the spaghetti he had just eaten came out with blood in it.

Jing Jia was heartbroken, and hurried to him to pat him on the back, and handed him a tissue: "Are you feeling better?"

Ximen Longting opened her hand coldly.

He doesn't need anyone's sympathy, especially Jing Jiaren's...

He has never lived such a useless life, making the woman he loves worry about him!