She would rather punish those around her than touch her even a bit——
Is it because of the blessing of having a baby?
She couldn't help but caress her upper abdomen with her hands. She lowered her eyes and asked, "Isn't he back yet?"
"Are you asking the young master?"
"Who else but him!"
"The young master is in the reception room..."
Jing Jiaren was surprised. She always thought Ximen Longting had gone out: "What is he doing in the reception room?"
"The young master has been drinking at the reception bar in the reception room since last night."
"Been drinking?"
"Yeah, always."
Jing Jiaren frowned, she hated drunk men the most. Especially Ximen Longting, who would get mad when he was drunk and lost his mind.
…
Wilson received the news and walked forward softly: "Master, it is said that Miss Jing is looking for you."
Ximen Longting's resolute back stood up, but he did not look back.
After about a few minutes, Wilson continued to ask what he wanted from him, and asked in a dull and cold voice: "What do you want from me?"
"I don't know. She just asked the servant."
"What to ask."
"Why haven't you come back yet? What are you doing in the reception room? Have you been drinking."
"what else?"
"there is none left."
Ximen Longting's stiff body moved and got off the bar chair. Because he had been sitting for so long and drank so much wine, his steps staggered.
Wilson hurriedly walked up to help him, thinking that it was Jing Jiaren who had the greatest influence. They had been persuading him all night, and Ximen Longting was still there as if there was no one around.
Jing Jiaren ate and read for a while, but her temples were so swollen and painful without sleeping!
And thinking that as long as she doesn't sleep, Jing's father and everyone in the manor will have to stay with her——
She was going to bed and rest for a while.
At this moment, the door was suddenly opened with a strong force, and the smell of alcohol rushed into his nose.
Ximen Longting's hair was messy, his dark red eyes were cold, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, as if the redness in his pupils had spread...
Jing Jiaren immediately stood up alertly, her whole body filled with silent defense: "What are you doing here?"
Wilson stood behind him to protect and support his master at any time in case he became unsteady.
"Miss Jing, I heard that you are looking for the young master." He frowned at Jing Jiaren, hoping that she would not provoke the young master at this time.
Jing Jiaren took a breath: "The child is yours. I swear, he is yours."
Ximen Longting's tall and strong figure had a hint of movement.
Jing Jiaren then said: "Of course I was wrong in hiding from you, but you can't always implicate innocent people. Let Leng Lintian go, okay? I really have nothing to do with him."
Ximen Longting's expression changed greatly in vain, as if the words "Leng Lintian" touched his Achilles' heel.
"You are looking for me just to beg me to let him go?"
His cold breath hit him.
"If it doesn't matter to you, why do you care about his life or death!"
The angry voice was not loud, but the teacups on the table seemed to be shaking slightly.
As early as the moment he came in, the servants were so scared that they shrank into the corner——
Ximen Longting was scary enough in normal times, but today he was like a wounded beast, as if there were bleeding wounds all over his body. He would tear anyone into pieces at all costs if he dared to come close!
Only Jing Jiaren dared to face this terrifying aura calmly.
"If I had a way to prove that I really have nothing to do with him, and the child is yours," Jing Jiaren stared at him steadily, "Would you just give up?"
"How can you prove it?" She would rather punish the people around her than do anything to her——
Is it because of the blessing of having a baby?
She couldn't help but caress her upper abdomen with her hands. She lowered her eyes and asked, "Isn't he back yet?"
"Are you asking the young master?"
"Who else but him!"
"The young master is in the reception room..."
Jing Jiaren was surprised. She always thought Ximen Longting had gone out: "What is he doing in the reception room?"
"The young master has been drinking at the reception bar in the reception room since last night."
"Been drinking?"
"Yeah, always."
Jing Jiaren frowned, she hated drunk men the most. Especially Ximen Longting, who would get mad when he was drunk and lost his mind.
…
Wilson received the news and walked forward softly: "Master, it is said that Miss Jing is looking for you."
Ximen Longting's resolute back stood up, but he did not look back.
After about a few minutes, Wilson continued to ask what he wanted from him, and asked in a dull and cold voice: "What do you want from me?"
"I don't know. She just asked the servant."
"What to ask."
"Why haven't you come back yet? What are you doing in the reception room? Have you been drinking."
"what else?"
"there is none left."
Ximen Longting's stiff body moved and got off the bar chair. Because he had been sitting for so long and drank so much wine, his steps staggered.
Wilson hurriedly walked up to help him, thinking that it was Jing Jiaren who had the greatest influence. They had been persuading him all night, and Ximen Longting was still there as if there was no one around.
Jing Jiaren ate and read for a while, but her temples were so swollen and painful without sleeping!
And thinking that as long as she doesn't sleep, Jing's father and everyone in the manor will have to stay with her——
She was going to bed and rest for a while.
At this moment, the door was suddenly opened with a strong force, and the smell of alcohol rushed into his nose.
Ximen Longting's hair was messy, his dark red eyes were cold, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, as if the redness in his pupils had spread...
Jing Jiaren immediately stood up alertly, her whole body filled with silent defense: "What are you doing here?"
Wilson stood behind him to protect and support his master at any time in case he became unsteady.
"Miss Jing, I heard that you are looking for the young master." He frowned at Jing Jiaren, hoping that she would not provoke the young master at this time.
Jing Jiaren took a breath: "The child is yours. I swear, he is yours."
Ximen Longting's tall and strong figure had a hint of movement.
Jing Jiaren then said: "Of course I was wrong in hiding from you, but you can't always implicate innocent people. Let Leng Lintian go, okay? I really have nothing to do with him."
Ximen Longting's expression changed greatly in vain, as if the words "Leng Lintian" touched his Achilles' heel.
"You are looking for me just to beg me to let him go?"
His cold breath hit him.
"If it doesn't matter to you, why do you care about his life or death!"
The angry voice was not loud, but the teacups on the table seemed to be shaking slightly.
As early as the moment he came in, the servants were so scared that they shrank into the corner——
Ximen Longting was scary enough in normal times, but today he was like a wounded beast, as if there were bleeding wounds all over his body. He would tear anyone into pieces at all costs if he dared to come close!
Only Jing Jiaren dared to face this terrifying aura calmly.
"If I had a way to prove that I really have nothing to do with him, and the child is yours," Jing Jiaren stared at him steadily, "Would you just give up?"