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

The servant put the dinner plate beside the bed cabinet, expressionless: "Eat."

Jing Jiaren frowned and stared at this group of uninvited guests, how could she be in the mood to eat?

The servant called again coldly: "Please eat."

"What do you want to do? How long do you want to imprison me...Who is the master here, I want to see your master!"

Master Ximen is in France, so he will not deal with such trivial matters.

Jing Jiaren knows that she hasn't left China yet...

Judging from the Chinese food given to her every day and the books on the bookcase, she had already guessed.

Now, except for the bodyguards who are foreigners, the medical staff and servants are all Chinese.

"She won't eat, so let's check her first." The servant turned sideways.

Two bodyguards came over, forced Jing Jiaren to the side of the bed, and forced her to sit down.

The doctor first checked Jing Jiaren's physical condition to confirm the health of the mother and child.

Jing Jiaren has a strong will to survive, and she knows that she cannot just die in vain, so this week, no matter how hard the mental torture is, she will force herself to eat and rest to conserve her energy.

"She is in good health and the baby is healthy."

She heard the doctor say this to the servant.

The servant nodded: "Okay, you guys start to perform surgery on her."

From this, Jing Jiaren knew that among these people, this servant was in command.

"What operation?" She frowned and asked, "What operation are you going to do to me!"

"Miss Jing, if you don't want to suffer, just cooperate with us obediently."

"What's the purpose of shutting me up like this—"

"As long as you cooperate, we will release you soon." The servant replied blankly.

Jing Jiaren frowned, not believing that Master Ximen would let her go so easily.But he didn't kill her, which also proved that he shouldn't kill her right away.

The doctor took out an instrument and shot Jing Jiaren's face back and forth.

The red light hit her face, drawing a dividing line.

Another doctor took out a SLR camera, asked Jing Jiaren to sit upright, and began to take pictures of various parts of her face.

"Miss, please relax and don't frown."

"What the hell are you..."

"Don't talk either!"

After Jing Jiaren patiently cooperated with him to take the photo, another doctor came over, raised her jaw, and compared her face with a pen-shaped object.

Jing Jiaren noticed that their focus was on her face from beginning to end.

It doesn't matter whether it's taking pictures or checking the equipment.

She had a bad premonition in her heart: "Could it be that you want to give me plastic surgery by the surgery you are talking about?"

No one answered her, she was like a doll being played with.

Jing Jiaren began to struggle violently: "Tell me, what do you want to do to me!"

"Miss, don't move around...the inspection is not over yet."

"I don't know how to get plastic surgery, get out—you all get out of here!"

She violently raised her leg and kicked, and several bodyguards pressed her body.

The servant narrowed his eyes coldly: "It's up to you whether you want it or not."

Jing Jiaren's heart sank.

Is it really so...

"You want to live, this is the only way." She looked at the doctors in a businesslike manner, "How long do you have to check?"

"I still need some perspective pictures of her face bones..."

"Miss Jing, I advise you to cooperate well, otherwise you will be turned into an ugly monster at that time. You don't want such a pretty face-it will become ugly in the future, right?"