After saying that, she looked at Ximen Longting expectantly, hoping to get his reward.

Ximen Longting raised his lips and stroked her head: "Are you so nice to me?"

"When did I treat you badly?"

Jing Jiaren took off his hand and kissed his palm.

God knows, her lips were trembling.

Realizing that she couldn't control herself, she quickly stood up and squatted on the carpet to sort out her shopping bags: "We have coats, shirts, sweaters, and leather shoes. Go ahead and try them on."

While he was burying his head, he forced back the tears in his eyes, tried hard to inhale and breathe, and stabilized his emotions.

When Jing Jiaren raised her head again, her smile was still bright.

"Not bad, I just realized now that you...have changed into a very decent outfit."

The clothes Ximen Longting wore restored his usual domineering aristocratic look...

They were probably the clothes Wilson brought to him, which he found from his previous residence.

Sure enough, Ximen Longting is suitable to wear clothes made of such high-end fabrics to show his noble bloodline.

Jing Jiaren clenched her bag tightly, and instantly felt that none of the clothes she bought were good enough for him.

Ximen Longting smiled: "Let me see."

"Okay, you go and change."

Wilson immediately picked up all the shopping bags and walked thoughtfully ahead.

Ximen Longting also got up from the sofa: "I'll go upstairs to change."

"Do you want me to give you a bath?" Jing Jiaren asked cheerfully.

Ximen Longting paused and turned his back to her: "No, I'll look at the documents first and then change after taking a shower."

"Okay... don't worry, you can change it anytime you want." The corners of Jing Jiaren's mouth stiffened, and she kept the smile on her face as she watched him leave.

Wen Xinnuan came over from the restaurant with a box of cakes: "Wow, it's baked, it's delicious."

"..."

"Hey, where are you going, Mr. Ximen?" When Wen Xinnuan saw Ximen Longting coming, she ran to get a cake to heat up without delaying the sweetness between the two of them, and she couldn't help but feel hungry.

When I came back, I saw Jing Jiaren sitting on the carpet with a strange look on her face, staring straight at Ximen Longting's back.

"Beauty, are you okay?" Wen Xinnuan snapped his fingers in front of her.

Jing Jiaren came back to her senses, maintained a decent smile and said, "Xin Nuan, I want to talk to you, come with me."

"Ah?...Oh."

Jing Jiaren had already stood up, walked through the hall, avoided the servants, and walked to the study on the first floor.

It was almost dark outside, so she didn't turn on the light and stood alone inside.

Wen Xinnuan followed up: "What's the matter? What's the secret? You want to come here to tell it?"

Jing Jiaren stood in the darkness, feeling a little out of control: "You... close the door."

Wen Xinnuan closed the door and was about to turn on the light——

"No, don't turn on the light." Jing Jiaren's voice completely collapsed, crying like a child, "That's it, don't turn it on."

"..." Wen Xinnuan realized something was wrong and walked into Jing Jiaren, "Jiaren?"

Jing Jiaren turned around suddenly and hugged Wen Xinnuan, her tears flooding uncontrollably.

She leaned on Wen Xinnuan's shoulder and cried wildly: "It's been 7 years..."

"What 7 years?"

"I've known Ximen Longting... It's been exactly 7 years now." Jing Jiaren pulled her tightly as if holding on to a life-saving straw, "I thought we were different from others and wouldn't have the seven-year itch.

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Chapter completed!