"It's really not..." Ye Xin was frightened. The living room was big enough and there were too many people. She shouldn't be able to monitor her setting fire.

Her movements are very careful, very careful...

And judging from Jian Chenche's tone, he probably had no conclusive evidence and just suspected it was her.

Ye Xin felt uncomfortable, Jian Chenche just gave her a slap in the face because of suspicion.

She fell downstairs, and he had no mercy at all.

Ye Xin's cheeks were burning with pain. She had never been slapped before, but it was because of Mengkui.

"Jane, how could I do such a shameful thing? I can't possibly hurt her."

Jian Chenche stood on the penultimate step and looked at her coldly from a high position: "You know who you are."

"I……"

"If you trouble her again, I will make you miserable!"

Jian Chenche bent down and pinched her chin, wanting to crush her with hatred.

Ye Xin's expression became even more painful: "Jane, it's really not me..."

"..."

"I am a guest invited by Mr. Ximen, not your servant. You treat me like this... without any proof or certificate, and just spread your anger on me... it's too much." Ye Xin regarded Ximen Longting as his backer.

Move out.

Of course, if the owner knew that she was responsible for the fire, the consequences would be even more disastrous.

However, luckily nothing happened and Ximen Longting had no time to pursue...

On the one hand, Ye Xin was upset that she had been carried away from her rationality, almost getting burned and harming others and herself.

On the one hand, jealousy and anger are still raging and burning——

Mengkui was lucky enough not to be injured this time. Next time, she won't be so lucky.

…

Mengkui sat blankly in front of the makeup mirror, her eyes dull, and she combed her long hair with a golden comb.

Her eyes were very red and swollen from crying. She actually hated herself for being so cowardly.

Suddenly there were several knocks on the door, Meng Kui pursed her lower lip, it's so late, who is it?

Before she could react, the door was opened from the outside, and a deserted figure walked in.

Mengkui will only open the inner lock before going to bed...

"Who!?"

Mengkui turned around and was surprised to see that man's figure appearing under the dim wall lamp. He had a handsome face, soft black hair, and the outline of his face was as cold and forbearing as ever.

Mengkui almost thought she was being deceived, was it Jian Chenche?

"You, you...Mr. Jane, are you drunk again!?"

Without saying a word, Jian Chenche walked to the side and sat down on the green-black sofa. He was solemn and silent, twirling the ring on his ring finger with one hand.

There was no conversation, and there was an unusually stiff atmosphere in the air.

After a long while, Jian Chenche turned the ring out and placed it on the coffee table...

The golden ring has no extra decoration on the ring body. The carvings are retro and old-fashioned. The ring is also a bit old, but the texture can be seen to be very delicate. It is an item from the last era.

Mengkui's eyes were red and swollen, and she didn't dare to get close...

He was afraid that if he got too close, he would see traces of her crying.

Jian Chenche sat there and waited for a while, his expression getting worse and worse: "Why don't you come over?"

Normally, Mengkui would rush up to him and talk a lot. She had already taken the initiative to pick up the ring on the coffee table and asked him what it meant.

The light was very dim, Mengkui took a few steps closer nervously, but there was still a long distance between her...

"Mr. Jane, are you sure you are not drunk?"
Chapter completed!