Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go-Chapter 837 - 839: Young Master, It Hurts!
Beitang Yao’s body also froze for a moment, and he quickly pushed away the restless delicate figure beneath him. Much of the alcohol had dissipated.
"Why is it you?" Beitang Yao tidied his messy shirt and cast a casual gaze at Xia Qingqian, whose chest was exposed. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
He was wondering who he had pinned down.
Xia Qingqian regained her senses, quickly sat up, turned her back to him, buttoned up the buttons Beitang Yao had undone, and then promptly got off the bed.
Standing properly in front of Beitang Yao, "Young Master, I’m sorry..." She didn’t know if she had done something wrong. She always found herself defeated under Beitang Yao’s oppressive influence, never daring to utter a single word of defiance.
Beitang Yao himself didn’t understand why he always did inexplicable things, always leaving Xia Qingqian puzzled and confused.
The two of them stood apart, not saying anything, the air nearly freezing, and Xia Qingqian dared not even breathe.
He suddenly reached out to arrange her slightly messy hair, then suddenly tightened his grip, pulling painfully at her scalp. The pain made her cry out, her voice choked with pleas for mercy.
"...Young Master, it hurts..." She instinctively reached out to find his hand, grabbing tightly onto his strong wrist.
Her eyes, filled with tearful mist, looked up pitifully at the stone-cold face of Beitang Yao.
Beitang Yao leaned down, his hot breath spraying onto her face, coldly saying, "If you dare have any relations with other men, don’t blame me for turning hostile." Making her pay not just tenfold.
Perhaps his heart was narrow, for the words from Du Ziheng at the company during the day still lingered in his mind, so vividly clear. He vented all his hatred on Xia Qingqian.
"...Young Master, I haven’t..." She wanted to remove his hand because it really hurt; it seemed as though just a bit more force would rip her scalp off.
Her eyes stung with tears, the Young Master’s distrust leaving her at a loss. No matter how many explanations she gave, the Young Master’s disbelief remained unwavering.
As tears nearly fell, Beitang Yao’s brow twitched, and he finally let go of her hair, disdainfully taking a dry towel from beside to wipe.
"You are just a plaything, never harbor any inappropriate thoughts for anyone, or bear the consequences." Beitang Yao coldly left these words, hurried and flustered leaving her room.
Xia Qingqian slid down to the corner, squatting on the ground, hugging her knees, burying her head in them. Her tears, like broken pearls, rolled all over the floor.
Her slender shoulders trembled gently, her eyes full of aggrieved tears, biting her lip, sobbing softly.
The Young Master... always subtly uncovering her scars. She clearly knew she was his plaything, but he didn’t need to constantly remind her. She would obediently stay by his side for two years, never causing any trouble.
But, the Young Master seemed fundamentally unable to believe her, always thinking she would do something to betray him.
If this continues, she doesn’t know how she’ll endure the next two years.
She silently prayed in her heart for her eyes to open to find two years had passed. How wonderful that would be... never needing to live cautiously, she could regain her freedom.
No longer living under the Young Master’s torment and oppressive power, living like a plaything for him and Beitang Huan to toy with.
Regarding Beitang Huan’s extreme actions towards her, she wondered if his family knew of her existence, what means they would employ to force her away?
