Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go-Chapter 786 - 787: If You Won’t Drink, Get Lost
"Is there anything else you haven’t yet tried? Show me everything you’ve got." Beitang Yao drew out a cigar, and the beautiful woman beside him lit it with a smile.
Xia Qingqian was stunned. Why did Beitang Yao become even colder upon seeing her in this outfit? It wasn’t even her idea to dress this way; Mu Liubing had insisted she wear this to meet Beitang Yao, assuring her he would help.
Had something gone wrong?
"Young Master Beitang, I really need the money!" Xia Qingqian swallowed her pride and endured Beitang Yao’s unrestrained ridicule and mockery. She was willing to bear an eternal infamy if it meant having a chance—she didn’t have the luxury of time for hesitation. Mr. Xia was still waiting for her to save his life!
"Drink that glass of wine on the table, and I’ll immediately write you a check!" Beitang Yao looked down at her, lying prostrate like an ant beneath his feet, and spoke coldly.
Xia Qingqian looked up in shock, her clear eyes shimmering with tears and a hint of confusion.
"If you don’t drink it, then get lost!" Beitang Yao accidentally made eye contact with her, and an inexplicable anger rose within him.
Xia Qingqian, trembling in fear, fell back onto the carpet custom-made for the French Royal Family. She bit her lip hard, lowered her head, and said with difficulty, "I’ll drink it..." As long as she could save Mr. Xia, what did it matter if she had to bark like a dog? Drinking a glass of wine was nothing.
She walked over and drank the glass mixed with various liquors. The spectators, seeing her obedient and lowly like a servant, burst into laughter. Some women even poured their drinks over her head.
Tears mingled with the red wine slid down her cheeks, and her shame-covered eyes were hidden by her disheveled hair, making her expression unreadable.
Everyone reveled in her misery, except Beitang Yao, who watched her coldly.
However, the resentment that had built up in his heart seemed to find an outlet in punishing her. An urge to destroy the woman in front of him suddenly rose.
Since she liked dressing up as the woman who had brought him great shame, he would comply with fate once and exact his revenge for the humiliation he had suffered!
"Yao, don’t go too far. She’s not that person!" Bai Junhao couldn’t stand it anymore. The girl’s fragile and helpless voice reached his ears, and he immediately tugged at Beitang Yao’s sleeve.
"I need amusement, and she needs money. We’re both getting what we want; it’s not excessive at all!" Beitang Yao sneered.
After Xia Qingqian crawled a full circle, Beitang Yao looked at her, a faint cold smile on his lips. He then turned to the computer in the presidential suite, opened his email, and printed out a contract.
"Take this agreement, read it over, and sign it if you have no issues."
She took the document in fear, the plain black and white text revealing the demands and restraints imposed on her.
During the contract period, she was to have no contact with other men and would become his exclusive plaything without the right to refuse. Otherwise, she would owe ten times the breach of contract penalty. The stated amount was two million from the auction.
Xia Qingqian went through the contract terms, her hand trembling as she held the pen. A tear fell onto the paper, slowly spreading on its faint scent, and with shaking hands, she wrote her name: Xia Qingqian.
It was a contract equivalent to selling herself. Her freedom and thoughts would be under his control, but it was also this slavery contract that could save Mr. Xia.
