Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go-Chapter 868 - 870: Are We Really Going to Throw Her Out?

Vaguely, Ye Feng seemed to catch the Young Master letting out a breath of relief. The next moment, he heard the Young Master’s complaints, "Is she really so delicate? Does she have to faint every couple of days?"

After speaking, Beitang Yao coldly walked out of the room, but stopped in his tracks upon reaching the door.

"If she’s fine, throw her off my bed. Replace everything on the bed," he said indifferently.

Ye Feng’s jaw twitched slightly, confused as he looked at the Young Master. Then, he stared at Xia Qingqian lying on the bed, utterly clueless about what to do.

Perhaps Beitang Yao had waited too long without seeing Ye Feng throw the woman out. He gloomily said, "Ye Feng, what are you standing there for!"

Before Ye Feng could steady himself, Beitang Yao’s face grew even colder, and he snapped, "Why have you come out? Did you throw that woman out yet!"

Ye Feng, steeling himself, came out and sighed lightly, "Young Master, men and women should not touch each other..."

Ye Feng needed to maintain some discretion. Xia Qingqian was the Young Master’s woman; how dare he overstep?

"You’ve treated her so many times; now immediately throw her off my bed," the authoritative voice rang out again.

Is he really going to throw her? Isn’t that too cruel? Ye Feng was filled with black lines on his face; the Young Master’s actions seemed a bit off.

He softly asked, "Do I really have to throw her?" wanting to confirm again to avoid blame if he truly did it.

Since the Young Master met Xia Qingqian, he’s been gradually changing, making jaws drop with surprise at the transformation.

Beitang Yao nodded gloomily and then bent over his work, forgetting about the email Ye Feng just sent.

Conceding to the command, Ye Feng went in and moved Xia Qingqian off the Young Master’s big bed, albeit not throwing her off, but helping her up and assisting her down from the bed.

"Brother Zhenyu, where exactly are you? Why can’t I feel your presence anymore..." Just as Ye Feng placed Xia Qingqian on the sofa, she let out a soft hum and reached to tightly grip the hand attempting to leave her side.

Someone was whispering her name by her ear, but she didn’t want to wake up, drifted into sleep, still tightly clutching Ye Feng’s hand.

Ye Feng lifted his gaze to Beitang Yao in a plea for help, "Young Master, she seems very uncomfortable. Could you come and take a look at her?"

"You’re the doctor." Beitang Yao furrowed his brows into a tight knot. Even though Xia Qingqian’s murmurs were barely audible, he had listened clearly to what she had just said.

His chest felt as if a stone was blocking it, and he no longer had the mood to continue working. Gripping the chair handle, he pushed backward and stood up, walking straight to the sofa.

Watching the unexpected situation with Xia Qingqian, his gaze fixed tightly on the place where Xia Qingqian and Ye Feng’s hands were clasped together.

Ye Feng broke out in a cold sweat from the shock... He quickly tried to pry her hand open, but the more he tried, the tighter Xia Qingqian held on.

"Brother Zhenyu——don’t leave me——" Her voice contained traces of panic and timidity.

Beitang Yao stood aside with black lines all over his face, arms crossed, his deep voice resonating in Ye Feng’s ear, "Ye Feng, I asked you to thoroughly investigate the people around her, have you cleared everything up?"

This woman, persistently calling out a man’s name, it was unbearable for him. Is this person immensely important to her?