Bang bang bang. Ximen Longting applauded: "You came to mislead my fiancée... If the misunderstanding fails, you will turn against me?"
Jing Jiaren's eyes were in a daze.
She finally understood how her mother's condition worsened and she was emotionally hurt time and time again.
Ximen Longting's love always hurt her like this... catching her off guard.
Ji Zihan stared at Jing Jiaren questioningly, obviously shaken.
Jing Jiaren suppressed her anger: "Ximen Longting, why do you just refuse to face reality?"
"Let me tell you what reality is." Ximen Longting suddenly picked up the notebook on the table.
Jing Jiaren understood what he was going to do: "Don't touch it!"
hiss--
The notebook was split into two and torn open with a strong force.
Jing Jiaren reached out to grab it, but it was too late——
The notebook was tied up with brown thread. When it was pulled apart, the entire notebook fell apart.
She had known that if the notebook were left in Ximen Longting, it would be destroyed, so she went to Ji Zihan. The result was still the same?
The notebook contains her experience of stomach cancer written down day and night...
She searched everywhere for information and partial houses, and compiled some recipes to prolong life.
It was easily destroyed by Ximen Longting.
What she feels is a pity is not her hard work, but that these things are really helpful to Ximen Longting, otherwise she would not put down her body and come to Ji Zihan, asking her to take care of Ximen Longting.
"You bastard!" Jing Jiaren suddenly grabbed the coffee and threw it on Ximen Longting's face, "I really want to wake you up!"
"..."
Coffee juice splashed in his face and dripped onto his hands and notebook.
The bodyguard took a breath, and Ji Zihan's eyes widened in shock.
Wilson kept his head down and said nothing, not knowing what he was thinking.
The atmosphere instantly became tense to the extreme...
"Mrs. Leng, I am very sober. The one who is not sober is you who has been pestering me!"
Ximen Longting's face was cold, and he slammed it hard, causing the disconnected notebook to scatter in all directions, flying all over the floor in front of Jing Jiaren.
Some of them were stained with coffee, and the dense handwriting was instantly revealed.
Guests nearby looked this way.
Ximen Longting shouted loudly: "Whatever you are looking at, get out of here!"
The bodyguard quickly stood up and chased away the guests.
Seeing this, the violin band also stopped playing.
Jing Jia's heart ached and she said slowly:
"Am I going to persist?"
"You keep asking me the purpose of doing this today. My purpose is very simple..."
"I just want to find a woman to take care of you on my behalf before I leave."
"If I care about you and care about you, then why do you keep pestering me?"
"Ximen Longting, you always have your own way...you never exclude me from your plans. You make decisions without me!"
"If you want to die, I won't stop you! As long as the reason you want to die is not because of me -"
Ximen Longting stared at her fiercely: "Without you, it has nothing to do with you."
Jing Jiaren nodded: "That's good, your life and death have nothing to do with me."
"..."
"It's good if you die. If you die, no one will threaten me anymore," Jing Jiaren curled her lips, "I won't have to live on the run every day. What's wrong with that?"
Ximen Longting's throat tightened and his Adam's apple rose and fell. He seemed to have something to say, but he still swallowed it.
"Take off the chain." Jing Jiaren suddenly raised her feet and placed her slender legs on the coffee table.