Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go-Chapter 804 - 805: Can a Simple "Sorry" Solve Everything?
So he hurriedly left the place where Xia Qingqian had already lit the fuse; it wouldn’t take long before a volcano erupted, fierce and intense.
Sure enough, when Ye Feng reached the corner of the stairs, a loud door slam came from behind him, and even from that bang, one could perceive the owner’s anger.
Beitang Yao extended his powerful, slender fingers and clutched Xia Qingqian’s delicate neck, pushing her into the room, closing the door harshly with his other hand. The noise was so startling that Xia Qingqian couldn’t hear anything for a moment; her wide, almond-shaped eyes filled with panic.
At that moment, Beitang Yao, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, was icy and severe; his face dark and somber. The grip on her neck increased with added force, lifting her against the sandalwood door.
Xia Qingqian’s face turned pale blue with fright. She raised her hand to grasp Beitang Yao’s hand, unable to utter a sound, her elegant eyebrows furrowed tightly. Her almond-shaped eyes looked at the expressionless Beitang Yao in pain and despair.
"Didn’t you want to atone for your sins to me? Now that you’re facing death, shouldn’t you be happy? Why frown?" Seeing her face alternating between purple and white, his hand loosened slightly.
As Xia Qingqian struggled to breathe, the grip around her throat slightly relaxed. She seized the chance to gulp a few breaths. She then struggled to regain her voice, "Young Master, I’m sorry..."
"Sorry? Do you think a simple ’sorry’ can solve everything? You foul woman!" As he released his hand, she couldn’t brace herself in time, falling to the ground with her head striking the door, producing a loud noise.
She sobbed, "Young Master, if this can dispel the resentment in your heart, then I’d rather you choke me to death." Five billion, Xia Qingqian’s life, worthless in Beitang Yao’s eyes, wasn’t worth such an astronomical sum.
His thin lips curled slightly at the corners, appearing in a strangely wicked way. In his dark, bright eyes, clusters of blazing fire flickered, seemingly calm and bleak, but in the next moment, as if about to devour Xia Qingqian.
Like a trapped beast, he moved towards her with a dangerous aura, step by step, until he cornered her with nowhere to go. He leaned in, extending two slender, icy fingers, gripping her jaw harshly, "Then I’ll let you taste the feeling of losing something precious—"
His hand slowly moved to the back of her head, gripping tightly, granting Xia Qingqian no room to plead.
Xia Qingqian didn’t dare to open her eyes to look at Beitang Yao, only silently praying in her heart for him to spare her.
He held her head and dragged her to the pool outside the bedroom, mercilessly pushing her into it.
Water splashed, drenching him as she barely had time to react, coughing up water. She emerged, her small hands desperately paddling upwards.
She could feel Beitang Yao standing by the poolside, coldly watching her struggle, not reaching out to pull her up. The pool was one and a half meters deep, and with her unfamiliarity with water, no matter how she paddled, she couldn’t stay afloat.
When she felt the air in her chest cavity, her lungs diminishing, and desperately tried to grasp at the last straw for life, she found nothing to hold onto, sinking entirely. Never to see the myriad rays of sunlight from the other shore, never to breathe fresh air again...
