Ximen Longting put his ear to his ear and coaxed softly: "As long as you forgive me, I can do anything you want..."
Jing Jiaren opened his hand and said, "Anything is fine? You just like to talk!"
Ximen Longting heard something was wrong with her voice and immediately turned her body around and saw the tears in the corners of her eyes.
His face froze, and a sharp pain flashed in his eyes: "Jing Jiaren, why are you crying!?"
Why...she doesn't know why she...
"Because of this child?"
"..."
"You really want a child?" In his impression, she didn't like children.
"No, it's not a child, it has nothing to do with the child!" Jing Jiaren didn't know what to say, so she pushed him away and ran forward anxiously, as if to avoid something.
Her high heels hit the ground messily, and before she could take a few steps, her body lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground.
It's so embarrassing, Jing Jiaren now...
She fell to the ground and looked at her own shadow reflected on the clean and bright ground.
She admitted that she cried because Ximen Longting was so ruthless in depriving her children of their right to live.
Even though the child never existed, she used this to judge her in Ximen Longting's heart.
"Damn it!" Ximen Longting strode up to her, "Can't you wear shoes with heels?"
"..."
"Women have to wear these things... Jing Jiaren, don't force me to monopolize high-heeled shoes in the world and make all women lose the right to wear high-heeled shoes!"
Jing Jiaren stared at him with tearful eyes: "Yes, you are rich and powerful. If you are unhappy, you can take it out on the high heels all over the world..."
"..."
What about her? Where will she vent her anger?
If you don’t love her, why bother with her?
"I don't care why you cry... If I am wrong, what do you want me to do? Tell me? You are willing to punish me no matter what."
His fingers wiped the tears from her eyes...
Jing Jiaren pushed his hand away and pursed her lower lip: "Who said high heels must be worn by women? Men can't wear them?"
"..."
"Don't you like my shoes very much?" They were precious things that I had been carrying in my pocket just now.
Jing Jiaren took off her shoes, threw them in front of him, and said harshly: "As long as you walk out of the hospital wearing my high heels, I will forgive you."
"..."
"Can't do it?" Jing Jiaren nodded, "That's all."
Ximen Longting stroked her bangs, but she fought hard to knock them off, and shouted at him loudly: "Ximen Longting, you always say you love me more, but how do you do it!? Are you afraid that I will get pregnant with you?
Are you afraid that I will have a relationship with you in the future, that I will use your child to blackmail you, or something like that? Aren’t you willing to do anything for me, and are you even afraid of letting you wear high heels?"
"..."
"What you say sounds nice, but is there anything practical that can be done?"
Jing Jiaren wiped the tears from her eyes, pushed him away and stood up.
Ximen Longting frowned and finally understood the reason why she was crying - the child.
Jing Jiaren reached out to pick up the shoes and was about to put them on when a big hand had already hooked the shoes in her hand: "Whatever you ask me to do, I will do without any hesitation."
"..."
"Jing Jiaren, it's a pity that your feet are too small. How do you want me to wear them?"
Jing Jiaren's eyes were red and she stared at him stubbornly: "They are all excuses! If you can't do it, you can't do it!"
Wilson and a group of bodyguards stood more than one meter apart, hearing the master's conversation clearly...