Aunt Qu sighed. Ever since Jing Jiaren was sent back by Wilson's people yesterday, her mental state has been very strange.
She persuaded Jing Jiaren for a long time before letting her rest and sleep...
Who knew she suddenly disappeared this morning.
Aunt Qu walked towards Jing Jiaren: "Miss Jing, let's go back to the room first."
In Jing Jiaren's world, she saw Wilson walking towards her and said stiffly: [Miss Jing, the young master wants you to leave immediately, the young master doesn't want to see you.]
That's right, everything now is Jing Jiaren's illusion.
In fact, after Ximen Longting woke up, he ordered not to see her again and asked Wilson to send her away forcibly.
"Can the problem be solved without seeing me? You will never listen to my explanation..." Jing Jiaren grabbed Leng Aofeng's hand, "Why don't you ask me why I came to England?"
Leng Aofeng's face turned extremely ugly, and he reached out to touch Jing Jiaren's forehead: "Is she sick?"
"I don't know. Something was wrong with her since she came back yesterday. I didn't pay much attention at the time..."
"Come back yesterday?" Leng Aofeng said coldly, "Where did she go yesterday?"
"This... I don't know, it seems like someone sent me back."
Jing Jiaren grabbed Leng Aofeng's hand and put it against her face.
She had obviously been crying for a long time, and her tears kept flowing, dripping into his palm: "Ximen Longting, I'm sorry."
Leng Aofeng's palms were moist and his heart ached sharply.
"Ximen Longting, I really love you."
Leng Aofeng's long eyelashes trembled, and his heart felt as if it had been cut by a sharp knife.
Always calm, he growled at Aunt Qu: "Still standing? Go call the doctor!"
"Okay Mr. Leng, I'll go right away."
Leng Aofeng's hand pressed the back of Jing Jiaren's neck and exerted slight pressure.
With tears streaming down her face, she suddenly felt dizzy and closed her eyes heavily...
Leng Aofeng got out of bed, picked her up and took her back to her original room.
…
"From your description, it seems that Miss Jing is suffering from a mental illness."
The doctor checked Jing Jiaren's body, his eyes were heavy, "She is healthy all over, so she must be mentally ill."
Jian Chenche was sitting on a chair. He had seen Jing Jiaren sick before and heard her mention it.
That time when he went to Leng's house, Jing Jiaren stabbed him with scissors——
"I don't care what method you use, just cure her." Leng Aofeng sat beside the bed, staring intently at Jing Jiaren, who was lying on the bed with a pale face, and his hands clenched into fists could not stop shaking.
The doctor hesitated: "You have to find a specialized psychiatrist for mental illness. I'm afraid I won't be able to treat it."
"Contact the most authoritative psychiatrist immediately."
"However... mental illness is generally treated with relief, and there is no possibility of a cure," the doctor said carefully, "You must be mentally prepared."
Jian Chenche was sitting on the sofa far away, with a deep expression on his face.
How could his condition get worse at this time, when he is about to play a game?
Fortunately, Jing Jiaren’s participation is not needed in the production now... Her design has been completed ahead of schedule.
"Miss Jing is awake." Aunt Qu reminded.
Jing Jiaren's fingers moved slightly and she coughed...
The wet eyelashes were still stained with tears.
When she opened her eyes and saw a room full of people looking at her, she frowned slightly: "What happened? Why are they all stuck in my room again?"
Seeing that she was awake when she spoke, everyone was obviously relieved.
Aunt Qu tried to explain: "You just ran to Mr. Leng's room and regarded him as the eldest young master."