Jing Jiaren looked him up and down: "I know you are very popular, don't think you can hide it from me."
Wilson's expression became even stiffer, and he said with a straight face, "If Miss Jing keeps entertaining me, I will go out first."
"Excuse me?" After a pause, she said in a deep voice, "Why don't you get married?"
"Some people are born to be servants, like me, people like me..."
Wilson's eyes flickered, and his heart hurt sharply from being pierced by thousands of arrows.
[Do you like me?] Under the moonlight, Fan Ni smiled mockingly and combed her messy hair with her fingers, [Are you worthy?]
[I just now became a Feng Lie person...]
[Wilson, some people are born to be servants, like you.]
【How can a person like you, a born inferior, deserve to have love? 】
…
Wilson snapped out of his memories in time, his face turned pale and he suddenly said: "My duty is to take good care of the young master."
"But starting from tomorrow, you don't have to take care of him anymore..." Jing Jiaren's voice was quiet, "You can have your own life."
"Miss Jing, are you really planning to——?"
"I'm just preparing for the worst, in case he really doesn't wake up."
"Then I will take care of the young master... for generations of the Ximen family, until the day my abilities run out."
"But……"
"Everyone has his own way of life. Your kindness is just trouble to me." Wilson lowered his head, neither humble nor arrogant, "I'll go change my clothes."
Jing Jiaren looked at his leaving figure and frowned, maybe she was trying to force others to do something difficult. Wouldn't it be more reassuring to have him take care of SUN?
In the morning, the sun spreads and warms the room.
Jing Jiaren curled up on the table, the laptop at hand showing the standby screen.
Suddenly her brows furrowed and she suddenly woke up from a nightmare, with beads of cold sweat on her forehead.
Jing Jiaren wiped the sweat with the back of her hand and had nightmares again. In the past few days, Ximen Longting had been in her dreams, but every dream had a terrible ending...
Her move brought the sit-up microphone to the floor.
Jing Jiaren picked it up, turned on the computer, and checked last night's results.
She recorded a whole night of recordings, and she couldn't tell how many there were. They were all placed in a folder called "Baby SUN".
In the future, when she is away, Wilson will be asked to open one of the recordings and play it to SUN.
My throat hurts so much that it's almost inflamed after talking for too long.
She only slept for two hours.
Jing Jiaren took a sip of water and looked at Ximen Longting's condition. His lips were all purple.
Wearing a blue dark striped hospital gown, he looks like an injured knight.
In addition to her, the people keeping vigil every night include doctors, nurses and two bodyguards... But Wilson, who was as close to her as she was, disappeared mysteriously that night.
Jing Jiaren packed the folder and handcuffed it with a USB flash drive.
Just then the door was opened, and Wilson walked in with a dejected look on his face...
"You came back just in time. There are important things in this USB flash drive. Please help me keep it safe..." Jing Jiaren turned around as she spoke and saw Wilson's expression, "Have you been drinking?"
"I went to see Master Leng last night," Wilson said, his eyes thick with dark circles. "He was very insistent. The only condition for helping Master Leng is that you go with him."
Jing Jiaren raised her lips coldly: "He is dreaming!"
She didn't understand that Leng Lintian had every chance to force her to leave, so why did she have to make a choice?