"I didn't say I wanted to change you... Ximen Longting, it's because you feel guilty and think I can change you, that's why you're so anxious."
"..."
"Otherwise, what are you afraid of?"
Jing Jiaren raised her chin slightly, her determined look made Ximen Longting feel so angry that his stomach hurt.
"It's time for you to take medicine too." Jing Jiaren said coldly, "You should take stomach medicine regularly if you still want to live and marry Ji Zihan."
"Jing Jiaren, it's not your turn to teach me what I should do!"
Although Ximen Longting said this, after a few minutes of silence, he raised his voice and called Wilson in.
Wilson quickly came in from outside and gave Ximen Longting the stomach medicine prepared 24 hours a day...
"Master, Miss Ji is outside."
"Let her go back."
"I tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave."
Ximen Longting growled irritably: Get out."
Just as Wilson turned to leave, Jing Jiaren called out to him slowly: "Wilson, wait."
Wilson had no choice but to face Jing Jiaren: "What's wrong with Miss Jing?"
Jing Jiaren looked at the blood on his sleeves...
She remembered Wilson being outside the cafe when she cut her leg.
"You picked up my notebook for me, right? Thank you."
"I don't understand what Miss Jing is talking about..."
"Bind it again and make a copy." After a pause, Jing Jiaren said, "I hope Mr. Ximen will copy it."
Ximen Longting stared at Jing Jiaren with a sinister gaze.
"You have a very good memory and a photographic memory. If you copy it once, you will have an impression." Jing Jiaren said, "In the future, you will have an impression of what you can and cannot do."
"Jing Jiaren, have you forgotten my advice? It's not anyone's turn to tell me what to do!"
"If you don't finish copying, I will punish you."
Ximen Longting frowned: "How do you punish me?"
"It hurts you."
Ximen Longting sneered, even if she beat him with dozens of sticks, he wouldn't feel the pain.
Jing Jiaren said slowly: "I mean, it makes your heartache."
"..."
The corner of Wilson's mouth moved, as if he wanted to smile. Because he had never seen the young master show such a helpless expression, wanting to get angry but trying his best to suppress it.
The so-called one thing reduces one thing...
Maybe Miss Jing was born to be the young master’s nemesis.
Ximen Longting clenched his fist hard: "Jing Jiaren, just think of it as something I owe you!"
Wilson first handed over the notebook he picked up: "Master, the notebook is scattered and the number of pages cannot be distinguished."
"I'll share it."
"And many of them are stained with coffee water and blood, and the handwriting is hard to read."
"It doesn't matter, give it to me, I can understand it." Although Jing Jiaren couldn't remember, she could guess the content by looking at the words in the notebook and connecting them back and forth.
Wilson gave the notebook to Jing Jiaren.
She patiently numbered the pages one by one...
Ximen Longting sat by the bed, staring at her concentrated movements, feeling a sense of frustration in his heart for no reason.
He doesn't know what to do with this woman. She is the most difficult woman to deal with in the world!
Jing Jiaren arranged her notebook and said, "Ximen Longting, you deserve this."
"..." He tore up the notes she had worked so hard to write, and he deserved it.
"Who told you to love me," she glanced at him, "you are destined to be abused by me."
"..."
"I deserve it too." She laughed softly, "Neither of us deserves sympathy!"