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"You don't deserve to know my name." Jing Rong indifferently swept a glance at the old man, then quickly snapped his fingers at his bodyguards.

Very quickly, two of the bodyguards stepped onto the stage. With only two moves, they easily knocked down the old man and carried him out.

To be able to be Jing Rong's bodyguard, be it in terms of skill or personal qualities, he had to reach the level of a top tier assassin in the entire world.

… ….

The black Rolls-Royce was parked quietly in front of the bar.

Inside the car, a faint fragrance wafted about as lights lit up the area.

In the back of the soft carriage, Jing Bao'er crossed her legs and chewed on a piece of gum, a stark contrast to the upright Jing Rong who sat at the side.

Sitting beside him like this, she could even clearly ask him about the faint scent of Fan Si Zhe's perfume. It carried a faint fragrance of mint, refreshing to the heart.

"It's been seven years. Fourth Uncle is becoming more and more handsome …"

"A girl actually came to this kind of place to sell a set! You really aren't afraid of losing face! " He snorted coldly.

He was just like before, neither hot nor cold to her.

She was used to his attitude.

She remembered when she was young, she always liked to follow behind him and talk about marrying him when she grew up. He also did the same as he looked at her with a neither cold nor hot expression and told her, "I'm your fourth uncle!"

However, no matter how neither cold nor hot he was, she still liked to stick close to him and follow behind him. This was because since she was nine years old when she followed her mother into the Jing Clan, she had suffered the unanimous rejection from the Jing Clan. And Jing Rong, who had always been cold, was the best to her.

After all, she was not the Jing Clan's flesh and blood, she was just a small burden that her mother brought in after marrying into the Jing Clan. At that time, in the Jing Clan, other than Jing Rong, no one really paid attention to her.

Jing Rong was probably the only ray of sunshine left in her childhood.

From the age of nine, marrying the male god Jing Rong and becoming his woman had become her life goal.

Even after so many years had passed, her goal had never changed.

"What are you doing here? It can't be that you're always looking at me with good intentions, right? "Did you come to find me to buy a Tao-set?"

Jing Bao'er asked.

"My elder brother passed away not long ago. I am entrusted by my elder sister-in-law to bring you back to the Jing Clan so that I can be her companion."

"My mother? Ms. Song? Heh …! She still remembers me?! I thought she had already forgotten about me! " She thought that her so-called biological mother had long forgotten about her. After all, after so many years, ever since she mercilessly dumped her in her uncle's house, she had never contacted her mother again.

"I'm not going back. I want to stay in Ling Bo County." Her attitude was firm. She was like a puppet that could throw things out if she wanted to, and call them back whenever she wanted to. She was a person, not a puppet without any thoughts or emotions.

"Staying here to eat and wait for death?" He glanced at her without expression.

"None of your business." Anyway, I'm not really from the Jing Family, what do you guys care about me? " She sneered, a sharp pain in her eye.

"If you didn't stir up such a mess back then, Grandpa wouldn't have insisted on throwing you into the Ling Bo County. But you're just a twelve-year-old child, you're really lawless. Even beating up the son of the city's secretary, and you're still going to do it at a high class banquet."

"That's him asking for a beating!" A little brat that was the same age as her. When he saw her, he would pester her with all kinds of entanglement and entanglement. She resisted and even kicked him. If she didn't hit him, who else could she hit?

"Drive …" Jing Rong ignored Jing Bao'er, and only coldly looked at the dead machine while giving her orders.

The car then started moving towards the capital.

"Stop the car, I don't want to go to Beijing!" Jing Bao'er stubbornly said.

"..."

"Stop the car! If we don't stop the car, I'm going to jump off the bus!"

Just as Jing Bao'er finished speaking, the car was locked!

"Stop the car …!"

"Jing Bao'er, the person you have offended tonight is not a simple person. Are you sure you still want to continue living here …? Do you think that if you continue to stay here, you will be safe and sound? "

"Then I'll go somewhere else. In short, I don't want to go to the Jing Clan!" She didn't want to go back to that inhumane place.

"Return to the Jing Clan, your future is bright, stay here, you still have to continue with your current life. Not only will you have to constantly worry about your livelihood, you will also be bullied by aunt, cousins, and others. If you meet someone like today, do you think you'll be that lucky …?" Jing Rong said again.

"..."

Jing Bao'er was silent.

Jing Rong's words instantly rendered her speechless.

That's right, the current her had nothing. She was just like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in this cruel world, lacking the ability to contend against evil forces. If she really met a bad person, she could only allow herself to be slaughtered.

Today, it was fortunate that Jing Rong had stepped out and helped her resolve the crisis. If not for him, she didn't even know what would have happened.

However, if she were to return to the Jing Clan, everything would be different. Even if she was not the Jing Clan's blood relative or the real young miss, with the Jing Clan's support, no one would dare bully her. Most importantly, she did not need to worry about her livelihood.

Having climbed through society for so many years, at the age of nineteen she had already learned how to weigh the pros and cons.

Sometimes, a man's pride will only make him suffer.

She would stay at the Jing Clan and wait until her wings grew larger before leaving. Why not?!

Seeing that Jing Bao'er was no longer shouting and had turned silent, Jing Rong glanced at her and said, "Little girl, you sure have become smarter."

"..."

Jing Bao'er did not reply. The entire carriage was silent.

… ….

When Jing Bao'er and Jing Rong arrived at the Jing Clan's half mountain mansion s located in the wealthy area in the outskirts of the capital, it was already early in the morning.

Even at this time, this mansion was still dazzling from the outside.

In front of the mansion, countless bodyguards were guarding the entrance, patrolling the area.

As the carriage slowly entered, the familiar scene slowly appeared in front of Jing Bao'er's eyes.

It had been seven years since they last met. The trees in the yard were bigger and thicker than before, but the trees in the yard were still the same as before.

The black Rolls-Royce stopped steadily at the entrance to the main building.

Jing Rong got off the carriage first, and then, he personally opened the door for Jing Bao'er.

Following Jing Rong's footsteps, Jing Bao'er walked step by step into the familiar living room.

In the luxurious living room, the lights were brightly lit as if it was daytime.

Exquisite mahogany furniture, simple decoration, manifest the owner of the noble and taste.

At this moment, Jing Bao'er's mother, Song Limei, was sitting on a red wooden sofa, drinking hot milk.

"Bao`er, you're finally back." When he saw Jing Bao'er, Song Limei who could not restrain the excitement in her heart immediately stood up, and quickly walked in front of her, and tightly hugged her.