So he pretended not to care.

When he got closer, he realized that Jing Jiaren's cheeks were beginning to swell. It was her subsequent reaction to being slapped.

Leng Lintian saw the corners of her cracked mouth and a little blood, and immediately knew what she had gone through.

In that villa, he met Ximen Longting again?

Leng Lintian's eyes dimmed, but he probably thought that the two of them must have had another quarrel, otherwise Jing Jiaren's eyes would not be swollen from crying.

Leng Lintian understood the personalities of these two people and was bound to find out why they were quarreling and why they had no future.

However, he could no longer tolerate Ximen Longting getting in between him and Jing Jiaren again.

Leng Lintian smiled gloomily and asked the servant to bring ointment and apply it on Jing Jiaren's cheeks and corners of her mouth.

His woman must never allow anyone to hurt her again.

"Knead her feet well and don't stop." Leng Lintian ordered several maids and strode out of the room.

In the study, he picked up his cell phone and called France.

The tall figure stood beside the complicated and winding curtains.

"You'd better take care of your son."

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes were gloomy, and his face was extremely evil: "If he dares to attack my wife again, I will do it severely. You don't want to end up with me and him, right?"

…

"You only have one son like him left. Do you want your Ximen family to have no descendants in the future?" Leng Lintian sighed and said, "I don't care. I will be ruthless, just as you did back then."

…

"I didn't expect that Mr. Ximen would go back as he got older. He was cruel and ruthless when he was young, but he regretted it in his old age." Leng Lintian's handsome face was full of a vicious smile.

…

"I have nothing to do with you."

Leng Lintian turned around, his face blurred in the darkness: "Don't mention the past again, let alone my mother. You don't deserve it."

He lit the cigarette, exhaled slowly, seemed to have thought of something, and smiled viciously and sadly.

Over there, France.

Mr. Ximen hung up the phone coldly, with dark red eyes. He looked at the newspaper, which showed a photo of Leng Lintian and Jing Jiaren at the wedding banquet.

That arrogant and cold face was exactly the same as "her" when she was young.

【I don’t pray for you to love me, I will stay with you...】

【Let me stay by your side, I am willing to be your substitute, and I will accompany you no longer alone.】

Mr. Ximen took out the cover of his pocket watch and opened it...

The melody of "Christmas Rose" opens again, melodious and sad.

Outside the window, heavy snow began to fall, as if time was taken back in time by a hand.

…

Two days later, the Ximen family's pregnancy contest started again. It is said that the last surrogate baby failed to continue the Ximen family's legacy.

Just like the last competition, not all ordinary people are eligible to participate.

But as soon as the news came out, it immediately spread like wildfire and became the talk of everyone after dinner.

Of course Jing Jiaren also knew the news immediately.

The servants in the villa all talk about it, and the news is overwhelming in newspapers and on TV.

She didn’t understand what Ximen Longting wanted to do. Didn’t he leave China? Why did the Chinese surrogate children qualify for the competition this time?

If he wanted a woman, he could choose at will, why would he hold a PK match with such great fanfare?

That night, when she was brought back, Wen Xinnuan disappeared.
Chapter completed!