Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go-Chapter 877 - 879: Hallucinating

"I lack the ability to protect my dad, and I can only resort to such degrading tasks, making myself a laughingstock." Xia Qingqian’s gaze fell on the car window, staring at her reflection, while the haggard expression of Mr. Xia floated in her mind.

Since parting from Mr. Xia on the street, he hadn’t bothered her anymore, and she started to worry—what if something had happened to him?

Young Master had said that without his permission, she was not allowed to go anywhere.

"In my heart, you are a good girl." He couldn’t care for her enough, so how could he possibly mock her? 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Thank you, Young Master Du, for your praise. I’m not as good as you think." She often caused trouble for Young Master, and she started feeling more and more worthless, unable to fathom Young Master’s thoughts.

When in the office, she made tea for Young Master, who mostly stayed silent, a trace of concealed pain across his brow, sipping tea while reminiscing about something.

At those times, she would secretly ponder what Young Master was thinking. She wished she could share some of his worries.

However, she understood her status and must never overstep, for Young Master would be displeased.

"Ha, everyone has different definitions." Unnoticed, the car had already arrived at the Golden Venerate Hotel. He stopped the car, leaned slightly sideways, and stretched out his arms, "Qing Qian, if Yao can’t give you happiness, my embrace will always be open for you."

Xia Qingqian stared dazedly at Du Ziheng. His words were the most stirring ones she’d heard since Brother Zhenyu. Yet, she no longer believed in vows, smiling faintly, "Young Master Du, thank you for your kindness; I am not worthy of your words."

Du Ziheng unbuckled her seatbelt, then got out of the car, and with a gentleman’s poise, opened the door for her.

But at the moment of stepping out, Xia Qingqian was stunned because not far away stood a cold, detached figure exuding an overwhelming aura that enveloped her entirely.

Dragging her heavy steps, she approached those piercing eyes with blackness as deep as Ye Feng.

Timidly, she said, "...Young Master." Her slightly clenched hands sweated cool beads of sweat.

She dared not lift her eyes to meet Beitang Yao’s tall, cold, handsome, and icy gaze.

Beitang Yao lowered his gaze at the Xia Qingqian standing before him. The night breeze carried her faint scent to his nostrils, refreshing him suddenly.

When he saw Xia Qingqian getting out of Du Ziheng’s car, his face remained dark, stormy. No amount of light in the world could dissipate the chill on his face.

However, after catching her faint fragrance, it was enough not to let his rationale be completely consumed by anger. He struggled to suppress his fury and coldly fixed his gaze on Xia Qingqian.

Du Ziheng, approaching from a distance, was also stunned. He had known Beitang Yao for over twenty years but had never seen him like this.

Beitang Yao’s icy gaze was like a sharp sword, fiercer than any weapon. Du Ziheng was startled, and under Beitang Yao’s cold and intense gaze, his expression gradually changed. Many words were stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered; he was well aware of Beitang Yao’s distant, water-like cold nature.

No matter when, Beitang Yao’s demeanor had always been indifferent, without sadness or joy, as calm as still water. However, it was his first time seeing such a Beitang Yao.