Since it was lunch time, I decided to have lunch before heading back to city B.
When I saw Jing's father in the restaurant, it was obvious that he was depressed and had not slept all night. As soon as he saw Ximen Longting, he immediately felt the majesty of a father, as well as the love and sadness for his daughter's injury.
Jing Jiaren felt a little distressed: "Dad, you didn't sleep all night, did you?"
Father Jing's eyes glanced at Ximen Longting: "How can I sleep!"
If he were told who Ximen Longting was, he would probably be even more worried and unable to sleep.
The bodyguard opened the dining chairs and allowed the host and Jing Jiaren to take their seats.
Just as Jing Jiaren was about to sit down, Jing's father looked very sad: "Sit over here."
Jing Jiaren hesitated and was about to go over, but suddenly an iron rod appeared on her wrist and coldly pulled her to the chair.
Jing Jiaren staggered and sat down: "What are you doing?"
Ximen Longting's red eyes swept across the ground knowingly, full of dangerous warnings.
He was normal in the room just now, but in the blink of an eye, Ximen Longting's domineering and perverted style showed up again.
Jing Jiaren firmly felt that this was a prelude to the fact that they would not be happy together!
At the square table, Ximen Longting and Jing’s father sat facing each other——
"Dad, sit down first, why are you standing?"
Jing's father refused to sit down and said sadly: "Why on earth did you come to a place like this and be with... such a man."
Ximen Long Tingguan's expression was terrifying, and the murderous aura radiating from his body made it clear that he was not a kind person. Jing Jiaren was usually cold and arrogant, and Jing's father had never seen her be so groveling in front of anyone, so naturally he felt distressed.
Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip: "Sit down first and talk while eating?"
"You come here first and sit next to daddy."
"..."
"Beauty, come here!"
Jing Jiaren twitched her wrist and stared at Ximen Longting: "Let me go over and sit with dad?"
Ximen Longting glanced at him coldly, seeming to ask: Where am I?
"I spend all my time with you, so it's hard to see my father. He's old, should I stay with him?"
Jing Jiaren's tone was very soft. She rarely asked Ximen Longting for anything, not to mention it wasn't too much.
Ximen Longting suppressed his emotions and let go of his hand. Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief and went over to Jing's father: "Dad, please sit down first. Everyone in the restaurant is watching you."
Jing's father nervously held Jing Jiaren's hand, and the two of them sat down together. The scene of loving each other pierced Ximen Longting's eyes.
Jing Jiaren personally poured tea for Jing's father, served him soup and picked vegetables.
"Dad, you have lost weight, why don't you eat?"
Ximen Longting: "..."
"Eat it," he picked up the chopsticks and stuffed them into Jing's father's hand, "just eat more."
Ximen Longting: "..."
What's with that tight breath in the air? As soon as Jing Jiaren looked up, she saw Ximen Longting's vicious gaze.
Jing's father asked Jing Jiaren in a low voice: "He looks at me like that and I can't eat. Jing Jiaren, tell me who he is and why did you come here to be the receptionist?"
"He is... my boss," Jing Jiaren thought of a word, "I am currently composing lyrics, which are related to reception girls. I want to experience their lives, so..."
He glanced at Ximen Longting, hoping he wouldn't expose it.
The man held his chin up and his eyes were full of sarcasm, as if to say: Woman, even your father lied to you.
After all, Jing's father was innocent and looked at the two of them suspiciously: "Experience life? Are you lying to me?"