Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go-Chapter 800 - 801: I Will Work Hard to Earn Money and Compensate You
Beitang Yao released Xia Qingqian, and a gleam suddenly flashed in his dark eyes like obsidian, "I bought you, not for you to come and apologize to me."
As he turned away, he glimpsed Xia Qingqian raising her hand to vigorously wipe the spot he had kissed. His brows furrowed slightly, and an inexplicable wave surged in his heart.
His angry and slightly cold voice exploded in her ear, "Xia Qingqian, what are you doing!" No sooner had the words landed, his tall and imposing figure quickly stood firmly in front of her. His deep and brooding eyes radiated a cold and terrifying light, like a venomous snake.
His expression was utterly cold, with a touch of anger, like an eternal iceberg, as if there were not a ray of sunshine in this world.
The next moment, the frail Xia Qingqian was forcefully pulled by Beitang Yao, losing her footing and stumbled towards a glass table.
Bang——
She fell along with the antique vase set on the glass table. Xia Qingqian’s face immediately turned pale, her pupils widened, and she bit her lower lip tightly. Her hand pressed against her side, aching from the collision.
The nearby servant was terrified, having witnessed Xia Qingqian’s waist hitting the corner of the glass table. It must have hurt terribly.
The servant hurriedly stepped forward to help Xia Qingqian up, asking with concern, "Miss Xia, are you alright?" Then, the servant glanced at the cold and ruthless Young Master to see his reaction.
But he stood there like an ice sculpture, his fallen hair just covering his chillingly cold eyes. The servant couldn’t see his expression, whether he was happy or angry? The Young Master’s treatment of Miss Xia was always unpredictable. Sometimes he was cruel and heartless, yet upon hearing something happened to her, he became extremely tense. Though the Young Master didn’t see it that way, the eyes of the servants saw it differently.
The housekeeper often explained that everything in the villa must be handled with care, and any mistakes were unacceptable. Now that Xia Qingqian had broken the Young Master’s favorite vase, the consequences were unimaginable.
Beitang Yao watched Xia Qingqian fall to the ground, casually turning his head to look at her sitting on the carpet, holding her waist with both hands, showing no mercy at all. Then his gaze fell on the shattered antique vase, and his face darkened, his hands slightly clenched into fists.
Next, his furious voice echoed in the spacious living room, "All of you, get out of here!"
Even Xia Qingqian straightened her back in fear, beads of cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. She also glanced at the shattered vase along with Beitang Yao.
Was that vase very important to him?
Xia Qingqian, ignoring the pain in her waist, squatted down to pick up the fragments, speaking softly, "Young Master, I will work hard to earn money to replace it for you..."
Before she could finish, Beitang Yao stepped closer and angrily kicked her, hitting her already injured waist. His voice was extremely cold, "Replace it? You can’t afford to! You can never afford it in your lifetime!"
He regretted not the vase’s intrinsic value, but that it represented his father’s love for his mother. When Beitang Group went public, his father spent five billion yuan to buy this Qing Dynasty Qianlong-era hollow porcelain vase, gifting it to his mother as a token of love.
