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

Jing Jiaren made mushroom chicken noodle soup with the cooperation of Aunt Zhang. As soon as it was served, she heard footsteps coming downstairs.

Jing Jia raised her head and looked at a servant: "Go and call the young master."

"Master?"

"The living room, he is going downstairs."

The servant was surprised, she didn't expect that she could hear Ximen Longting's footsteps from such a long distance.

Jing Jiaren squinted her eyes slightly, maybe the two of them had lived together for a long time, so they were very familiar with each other.

Even if it was far away, she could sense his presence.

Is this a kind of spiritual understanding?

And will this tacit understanding disappear with the long separation?Jing Jiaren didn't know.

She heard the footsteps across the empty hall, approaching the kitchen.

Every footstep was imposing and majestic, and she seemed to be able to see his walking posture and expression before her eyes.

"Why did you wake up so early?" Jing Jiaren greeted her, "It's only past 6 o'clock."

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "Tomorrow is the wedding scene, and there are still many things to prepare."

"So busy?"

"Why did you wake up so early," he was displeased, "didn't sleep much last night, don't sleep anymore?"

Jing Jiaren smiled: "I made you breakfast, chicken noodle soup with mushrooms, can you leave after eating?"

Ximen Longting looked at his watch.

"You stay with me in the morning and leave after lunch."

she asked.

Ximen Longting frowned: "I still have a lot of things to do in the morning."

"Is there anything more important than me?"

"Jing Jiaren—all my important matters are related to you," he pinched her cheek, "Aren't you clear?"

"I don't know, I don't know." Jing Jiaren shook her head, "I just know how long you haven't been with me. I woke up early in the morning and made noodles for you. You don't appreciate it."

She is trying to create time for the two of them to spend together.

She was afraid that if she left like this, Ximen Longting would regret for neglecting her for a while.

Ximen Longting, you fool, why don't you understand?

"Jiaren, do you like to embarrass me so much?" He pinched her face again, "Why haven't you been so clingy to me?"

"Can't I cling to you now?"

"Okay!" He took her hand, "Whatever you say is what you say. Eat noodles!"

"It's almost..."

The noodles were very fragrant, Jing Jiaren worked hard to make them, and Ximen Longting was very generous, eating more than half of them every time he ate them.

Jing Jiaren stared at him with chopsticks: "Is it delicious?"

Ximen Longting raised his head suddenly: "Alright!"

"What would you do with a nice word?"

"Jing Jiaren, you are proud and complacent, do you understand?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, "I don't give you full marks because I want you to have room for improvement."

Jing Jiaren didn't speak, but just stared at him warmly.

Ximen Longting took two bites: "Are you eating noodles, or watching me eat noodles? Huh?"

"..."

"If you don't eat any more, you will be mushy."

She just kept looking at him and didn't eat a bite.

Ximen Longting curled up his evil lips: "I'm so pretty, isn't it. I'm already so handsome that you can't bear it?"

Jing Jiaren couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "You've been getting more and more stinky lately."

"Why," he stared at her seriously for a moment, "Isn't your husband handsome?"

"Alright!" She imitated his tone.

"woman!"

"Ximen Longting, you are proud and complacent, do you understand? I don't give you full marks because I want you to have room for improvement."