"Do you want to talk too much?" Jian Chenche said with a serious face, "If I find you bullying her again in the future -"
"Tsk, how dare we." Jing Jiaren relaxed and said with a smile, "Knowing that Meng Kui is your cherished treasure, Mr. Jian, we will definitely love and protect her together."
Jian Chenche's face was sullen, and he looked cool and silent again.
"But what you just meant was that you were willing to help?"
"explain."
"Look at our Mr. Jian, he's really willing to go to the sword or even the frying pan for little Mengmeng!" Wen Xinnuan applauded again.
Jian Chenche stared at Mengkui without saying a word. There was only willingness and doting for this woman in his eyes.
Jing Jiaren curled her lips in relief. Jian Chenche and Meng Kui didn't experience too many setbacks and misunderstandings. They got along smoothly and completely trusted each other so quickly. It's great.
"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you... I just want to know something about Ximen Longting from you."
…
Poisoning, research on antidote, frequent attacks, beetle poison...
Every word that entered Jing Jiaren's ears made her whole body collapse.
As expected, she still couldn't bear that Ximen Longting was suffering without telling her!
Wen Xinnuan sat on the sofa, no longer in the mood to eat dessert: "Jiaren, are you okay?"
"Mr. Ximen will be fine." Meng Kui sat next to Jian Chenche, and the couple held each other's hands to comfort her.
Jing Jiaren closed her eyes hard. All she wanted was simple happiness with Meng Kui. Why did disasters happen again and again?
"It's poisoning again," she took a deep breath, "What if we can't find an antidote?"
"..."
"Will he die in the end?"
"There are so many drug-making masters studying together, what do you think?" Jian Chenche said lightly, "Don't worry too much, it will pass."
"I don't believe it. If it were simple, Ximen Longting wouldn't hide it from me!"
"..."
"If it were so easy to make, you wouldn't have been able to develop it for so long and watch his disease getting worse little by little!" Jing Jiaren's voice suddenly became louder. The person she hated the most was herself. Why was she always the last to know? That person?
"Beauty... don't be like this." Wen Xinnuan sat over and patted her back to comfort her.
Jing Jiaren shook her head, pressed her painful temples with her hands and said, "I'm fine. I have experienced so many lives and deaths... Jian Chenche, please take me to see Ximen Longting."
"You want to see him?" Jian Chenche raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Why, if Mengkui is suffering from a toxic attack, don't you want to see her?"
"..."
"I can't help him with anything. The only thing I can do is to stay with him when he is in the most painful time and don't let him feel lonely." Jing Jiaren smiled faintly and her expression became calm and serious, "I know, Ximen What Long Ting wants to see most right now is me... Every minute without me is extremely difficult!"
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"Jing Jiaren!!!"
The servant's hand was suddenly tightly grasped by a hand. The man on the bed half sat up violently, clutching the servant's hand tightly, and his red eyes opened with bloodshot eyes!
"Young Master...I, I am not the Young Madam!"
"Lin, I think it's better to cuff him with chains." Ji Ziang picked up the broken hemp rope, "The eighth one has been broken."
The blood vessels on Ximen Longting's body were bulging, and his face was ferocious...
Her short hair was soaked, and sweat slid down her forehead.