Jing Jiaren's heart trembled. It turned out that he was trying to trick her. She had specially taken a shower and changed into new clothes when she came back. She only smelled of herself. How could he smell any man's perfume?

"Tell me, who did you meet?" Ximen Longting rubbed her chin.

"If you keep pushing me, I'll ignore you."

"..."

"Don't even think about having a big meal." Jing Jiaren pushed him.

Ximen Longting remained motionless: "Do you think I'm still in the mood for a big meal now?"

He always wanted to get to the bottom of everything about her, otherwise he would always think about it and keep thinking about it.

Jing Jiaren was also very distressed. She promised not to lie to him again...

"You could hide something from me back then, why can't I hide it from you?"

Ximen Longting stared at her mockingly: "So you are punishing me?"

"You can think so too."

"Jing Jiaren——"

There was a knock on the door, and the nurse sent the surgery contract. She looked at the entangled couple on the bed with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Put the contract down. I'll ask him to sign it and send it over." Jing Jiaren pulled her collar.

The nurse hurriedly put down her contract and ran away.

Jing Jiaren saw that his enthusiasm had completely cooled down and pushed him away: "Ximen Longting, how about we make a deal?"

Ximen Longting was like a downed bird, slumped on the bed and silent.

"You sign, and I will give you a night of passion."

There was a hint of movement in the figure on the bed.

Sure enough, the big pervert will never change his nature...

"You'll be injured by then, so you can't move around. If you're hungry," Jing Jiaren coughed, "Leave the exercise part to me."

Ximen Longting: "..."

"But I am pregnant, so I will move very slowly. If you don't mind my slowness..."

Ximen Longting turned over and stared at her: "One stroke and one night."

"One stroke?" Jing Jiaren was stunned for a moment before she realized, "Your name is so complicated!"

"It's not complicated, just count how many."

Jing Jiaren wrote his name on the palm of her hand and counted: "The last name is 9 strokes... the first name is 19 strokes."

"Only 28 strokes?"

"Talent?" Jing Jiaren glared, "If you really do this, the baby will die. Ximen Boss, your name is too precious!"

"You know now that I'm expensive?" Ximen Longting stretched out his hand, "Bring me the contract."

"For my sake, give me a membership price?" Jing Jiaren handed him the pen, "Based on the number of words, your name has one more character than ordinary people, so you have already made a lot of money."

"Add special services."

"What special service?"

"Think about it for yourself!" He said domineeringly and stiffly, "Since it is a night of passion and the focus is passion, how can the atmosphere be missing?"

"Okay, I agree, you sign."

It was obvious that he was going to have surgery, but she still begged him like an uncle.

Ximen Longting picked up the pen and looked at the contract that stated the risks after the operation... He had read this contract before, and he tore up the first one without hesitation.

He didn't mean to torture Jing Jia so he didn't sign. To him, signing this contract was of extraordinary significance.

"What are you waiting for? Sign it." Jing Jiaren urged.

Ximen Longting frowned and signed with determination.

In triplicate, he signed them all...

Signing this contract means that there will be no turning back for him - giving up hatred.
Chapter completed!