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

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There was no need to go to the library anymore, and Jing Jiaren, who was idle, suddenly became at a loss.

She folded and folded the clean little clothes that SUN had changed, and held his used milk cup, thinking of the way he gurgled while drinking milk, with milk bubbles around his mouth...

He sat in the small tub and took a bath, splashing her with water.

He especially likes the sofa where he sits, and every time he has to imitate Ximen Longting to act cool, with his legs raised high.

Jing Jiaren picked up the racing car model...

It was an honor to be promoted to Sun's favorite toy, even to the point where he had to hug him to sleep.

Jing Jiaren controlled the remote control, and the racing car jumped around on the ground, bumping into tables and chairs from time to time.

Jing Jiaren's expression was blank...

Suddenly the sports car drove in front of a pair of long legs, hit the leather shoes and turned around automatically.

Jing Jiaren didn't seem to notice either, completely immersed in her own thoughts, fiddled with the remote control mechanically.

Originally thought that as long as SUN endured these few days, everything would be over on the wedding day.

Although I know that Ximen Longting's plan will not go so smoothly...

Anyway, there is a glimmer of hope.

Now it's different, the whole world is dark again, or worse.

Repeat Master Ximen's old way, he will kill SUN, the child in her stomach?

What happened that year?She racked her brains and couldn't think of any reason why Ximen Fenglie suddenly changed his mind and kicked off Jane's child.

If the time comes, is Ximen Longting willing to do the same?

The sofa beside her sank, and her big hand took away her remote control.

"If you don't know how to play, I will teach you!"

"No, I don't want to learn..."

"Don't want to learn? Then play with the remote control for a long time!"

Jing Jiaren turned her face away: "You know I'm worried about my son."

Ximen Longting pinched her jaw, forcing her face to look at him: "You don't trust me?"

"It's not that we don't trust... We originally chose to get married because we wanted to avoid Master Ximen's old ways. But after a long time, we are basically copying the chess game." Jing Jiaren stared at him sadly, "Then it is necessary to sacrifice so much, let's go on ?"

"You don't believe that I will turn the situation around at this wedding? Write a different ending."

"It's not that I don't believe you..." Jing Jiaren paused, "I'm afraid you can't afford to lose."

"..."

"The fate of the two sons," Jing Jiaren stared at him blankly, "If something happens, can we...can we be together without any grievances?"

The atmosphere is eerily quiet...

"Ximen Longting, you still don't understand? Master Ximen wants you to kill our child with your own hands!" Jing Jiaren's eyes turned red.

If the child died at Ximen Longting's feet, would they be together in the future?

"Even if I kill myself, I won't touch half a hair of you and the child."

"You're dead—what am I going to do!?"

"Then what do you want to do?" Ximen Longting said angrily, "Abandon the plan? Have you wavered? Or have you listened to him?"

"Honestly, Ximen Longting, are you not afraid?"

Ximen Longting pursed his thin lips and tensed his jaw.

"We can discuss a new way to avoid Master Ximen, isn't that safer?"

Ximen Longting frowned and leaned on the sofa, rubbing his temples: "It's late, there's no time to deploy."