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

At this moment, she saw several cars parked outside the farmhouse. Jing Jiaren froze. She hurriedly opened the curtains and saw Wilson walking down first.

Immediately afterwards, several bodyguards came down, holding a person.

It's Ximen Longting!

Jing Jiaren's heart was beating wildly, and she walked out quickly.From a distance, they saw Ximen Longting come in with their arms. There was obvious blood on his clothes.

He shouldn't be seriously injured, otherwise Wilson would have taken him to the hospital.

She comforted herself, but couldn't help being sad.

It was her who hurt Ximen Longting every time, it was her!

"How is he?"

"The young master has a chest injury, but luckily it's not serious...he's drunk."

"It's not serious? Well, it's a good thing it's not serious." Jing Jiaren said incoherently, "He drank a lot? Where did you find him?"

"Send him to the room first."

Ximen Longting was so drunk that he was unconscious, and was sent to the bed in the bedroom.

His face was thin, with scratches on his forehead, and the corner of his mouth was broken, bruised and purple...

It looked like he had a fight with someone else.

Several doctors brought from China came around and showed him.

"Why didn't you send him to the hospital?" Jing Jiaren clenched her fists, "He should go to the hospital."

Wilson sighed: "The young master never liked going to the hospital, he said it was too deserted and it didn't feel like home."

"..."

"If he can not be hospitalized, he insists that he will not be hospitalized. Even if he is sent to the hospital, he will be discharged. Wouldn't it be more troublesome to go back and forth?" Wilson looked at him, "Besides, his injury is not too serious."

Jing Jiaren's throat was choked, she remembered that Ximen Longting hated hospitals.

When he got stomach cancer, he refused to treat him no matter what, and he didn't want to be hospitalized after treatment...

After her persuasion, he reluctantly agreed, but the ward was not decorated like a ward, it was very warm, and there was her.

Jing Jiaren recalled the scenes from the past. They have experienced so much and faced life and death several times. Why is it still like this?

The doctor untied Ximen Longting's clothes and carefully opened the wound.

"It's true that the wound is not deep, but the opening is wide, and there is some inflammation..."

"Does he have a fever?" Jing Jiaren asked.

"There is no sign yet, but judging by the situation, a high fever is inevitable."

Jing Jiaren clenched her fists: "Then, what can I help now? Shall I make him some ginger tea?"

Wilson coughed: "Miss Jing sit down honestly, and when the young master wakes up, he will be the first to see you safe and sound. That's the only thing you can do."

Jing Jiaren froze for a moment, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

That's all she can do...

Sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Ximen Longting's hand, he noticed a crescent white circle on his ring finger.

The dent from the original worn ring is very clear.

He never took that ring under any circumstances.

But it's gone now—unless he took it off and threw it away.

Jing Jiaren's heart tightened for a while, it seems that Ximen Longting has made a big decision?

The ring is not important. If you lose it, you can find it again. If you can’t find it, you can make it again...

But some things are lost and may never be found again.

Jing Jiaren took his hand and kissed it on her lips: "Promise me, don't lose your heart..."

She didn't want him to turn back into the cold and heartless man who locked himself in the dark world.

The doctor skillfully treated the owner's wound.