Jing Jiaren is a well-informed person. If Ximen Longting really hates her and doesn't want her, she will naturally not bother to stick to her...
But she knew that she was Ximen Longting's only hope for surgery.
She can't give up on him:
"Ximen Longting, what are you suspecting?"
"..."
"Whether you told me or not, I know it now. How long will you keep pretending?"
"..."
"Ximen Longting!?"
Jing Jiaren's hands and feet were cold and she had never been so sad.
Ximen Longting turned on the computer, called up the automatically recorded surveillance and watched it in fast forward, with a cold face.
"Stop looking..." Jing Jiaren rushed over to grab his mouse, "You have to go get treatment, you know?"
"..."
"Your illness is all because of me. I made you become like this." Jing Jiaren pulled his sleeve, "If anything happens to you, I will never get better in this life."
Ximen Longting threw her hand away and continued to press the mouse to fast forward, his expression was indifferent.
The white light of the computer hit his face...
She felt like he had never been so far away.
"Ximen Longting..."
"Shut up," he pressed his head in pain, "You are noisy, get out of here!"
Jing Jia's heart trembled, she turned around and walked to the window, opened it and looked at the hazy sky outside the window, breathing heavily.
From the time she learned about Ximen Longting's condition last night to now, she didn't know how many times she had shed tears.
Useless tears made her eyes sore.
She didn't know where she would be tomorrow, and for the first time she lost confidence in living...
Happiness is so far out of reach for her.
She needs to be strong: "Take your time and take your time. In fact, you didn't say anything last night. I'll go down and make you a bowl of hangover soup."
Jing Jiaren said in a hoarse voice, but Ximen Longting didn't even look at her and nervously controlled the computer.
Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly, did he have any ulterior secrets that he was afraid she would hear if he told them...
He was actually so nervous about what he said last night.
She even knew that he was cancerous. Is there anything more shocking?
Jing Jiaren walked out of the room silently and accidentally kicked one of her feet.
The servant was squatting at the door and fell asleep. What she was sitting on was the first aid kit.
Jing Jiaren avoided it and went downstairs.
She was quite familiar with everything in this villa and walked to the kitchen with ease.
In addition to making hangover soup, Jing Jiaren also made a bowl of pasta, poured tomato sauce on top and surrounded it with a heart shape.
I'm sorry she never trusted him;
I'm sorry that she never stayed by his side when he needed her;
I'm sorry she never returned his emotions;
I'm sorry that she broke his heart, didn't discover his illness earlier, and was the last person to know;
sorry……
Jing Jiaren lowered her wet eyelashes, remembering that she was in this quiet room at that time, and would ask Ximen Longting to eat on time every day, take medicine, and make some warm food that would be good for his stomach problems.
How much of a failure is she, even worse than a strange woman?
Jing Jiaren went out with the tray and saw servants and bodyguards kneeling from the stairs to the corridor on the second floor...
Jing Jiaren had a bad intuition: "What happened?"
"The young master is furious and wants to punish Mr. Wilson!"
Has he watched the surveillance video? Did he guess that Wilson did it?!