Jing Jiaren asked the servants to carry all the gifts back, but without Ximen Longting's personal orders, no servant dared to listen to her.
The bodyguards were also preparing to put Jing Meilin into the car and send her out of the country immediately.
"Let me go, I won't leave, I won't leave!"
"Let her go -" Jing Jiaren's order had no effect at all, she closed her eyes in silence, "Give me half an hour, and I will convince you young master."
"..."
"In half an hour, if I can't make sense, will you take her away again!?"
The bodyguard didn't want to offend Jing Jiaren, so he had no choice but to agree awkwardly: "It's only half an hour, and we will send her away as soon as the time is up."
Jing Meilin stared at Jing Jiaren with red eyes: "If I were sent away, you know what I would do."
"That's enough, don't threaten me!"
Third floor, living room.
Wilson stood guard at the door and looked happy when he saw Jing Jiaren coming: "Miss Jing, you are finally here."
Jing Jiaren raised the corners of her lips mockingly. The person she least wanted to see was him, so why did she have to see him?!
Wilson reminded: "The young master is in a bad mood today. He drank a lot and refused to see anyone. I think only you can find a way to appease him."
"That's ridiculous, what can I do?"
"Miss Jing just needs to say a few nice words to make the young master happy——"
When does she not make that devil happy? Once she makes him angry, all innocent people will suffer!
"Miss Jing, when the young master is angry, you must not confront him head-on," Wilson said worriedly, "and don't make him unhappy."
"I see."
Wilson opened the door carefully and Jing Jiaren walked in.
A very strong smell of alcohol came over her. She hated men who drank the most!
There was a huge ice bucket on the coffee table, with several bottles of wine standing in it. There were also a few bottles of wine that had their corks opened. A stern man was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass in his hand, with blood-red eyes, and drank it.
The skirt of her clothes was wide open, revealing her honey-colored firm skin.
When Jing Jiaren came in, her crimson eyes were like a leopard staring at its prey, staring at her.
Jing Jiaren sighed: "I gave her that skirt."
"..."
"Did you hear? I gave it to Jing Meilin, it has nothing to do with her."
Ximen Longting's eyes flashed secretly: "I know."
"You knew that and you beat her? And you sent her abroad?" Jing Jiaren said incomprehensibly, "If you have a temper, you get angry at me, but why do you always attack the people around me?"
Ximen Longting raised a strange smile: "I can't bear to part with you."
Jing Jiaren didn't understand for a moment.
I couldn't bear to do anything to this woman, so I started with the people around her and tortured those people to give her a warning.
"Because I can't bear to beat you." He repeated in a very serious voice.
Jing Jiaren's heart skipped a beat. Seeing the heartache flashing in his eyes at that moment, she felt her heart suffocate.
But she quickly restrained herself.
He was reluctant to hit her because he was afraid that if he hurt her, she would not be able to give birth to his child. If he really cared about her, he would also respect her relatives and friends.
"The responsibility is mine and has nothing to do with her. It's just a skirt. Why are you so angry over such a trivial matter? Let her go!"
"Just a skirt?"
Ximen Longting's smile was even more strange. In her eyes, of course it was just a skirt.
She could ignore his hard work and reject him as usual.