Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go-Chapter 879 - 881: Just Let It Go In One Ear and Out the Other

"What? Is it very difficult for you?" He saw Xia Qingqian shake her head. "If you think you have the capital to seduce other men, then go ahead. You’ll be responsible for all the consequences."

Beitang Yao’s words once again hurt Xia Qingqian. She endured the slight pain as if a knife was gently carving through her heart and swallowed that bitterness down.

She lowered her head deeply, not saying a word. She just stood there, her slightly trembling eyelashes seeming to block out everything from the outside world, including Beitang Yao’s indifference and arrogance, which were kept out of her sight.

"...Young Master, you never believe me..." She suppressed her voice to be very low, unable to hide a trace of disappointment in her tone.

Beitang Yao was momentarily stunned, staring directly at her sharply defined profile, his brow twitching, his chest feeling very stuffy. Xia Qingqian’s lonely voice drifted into his ears.

When Xia Qingqian uttered these words, Beitang Yao was also momentarily dazed, wondering what exactly he cared about, that a woman could make him so flustered and helpless.

"You haven’t reached the point where I can believe you. If you continue to treat my words as mere wind by your ears, you should try it." Yet the words spoken by Beitang Yao were so cold, hurting without leaving any trace.

After a moment, Xia Qingqian finally looked up, her eyes filled with a faint mist, and in her sight was the indifferent figure of the Young Master. Even a glance from him seemed unnecessary. He just hoped she would remember her identity.

The Young Master never showed her a hint of tenderness; apart from endless humiliation and torment, she truly couldn’t feel what was in the Young Master’s heart.

She knew she had done many things wrong, because of her, the Young Master was stabbed by Beitang Huan’s knife. Looking back, her heart still tightens without a moment’s ease.

Since the Young Master blocked that knife for her, she didn’t know why a feeling she couldn’t express in words began to grow in her heart. She secretly vowed that regardless of the hardship she’d face for the Young Master, she’d be willing, without regret.

"Miss Xia, we meet again." As Xia Qingqian was in a daze, a lazy and extremely gentle voice circled above her head.

The words landed clearly, and Xia Qingqian raised her head abruptly, crashing into a pair of eyes filled with gentle light. For a moment, even though she knew the person in front of her was not him, she deemed him as him, really wanting to embrace him fiercely, burying herself hard against his sturdy chest.

"Mr. Nan..." She called softly, a tint of melancholy coloring her voice, Young Master’s words still lingering by her ears, instinctively stepping back a pace.

Maintaining a certain distance from Nancy, close as in the ends of the earth yet far within reach, untouchable, simply because he truly wasn’t him.

Nancy noticed Xia Qingqian intentionally stepping back a step, his calm heart suddenly pounding fiercely a few times, as if lightly carved by a knife, he reached to press his heart, his eyebrows lightly furrowing.

"Mr. Nan, what’s wrong?" As Xia Qingqian’s gaze lightly skimmed over Nancy’s sharply defined cheek, she faintly saw the perspiration seeping at his forehead.

Wanting to reach out to support him, yet her feet refused to obey, firmly remaining in place, and her hands froze mid-air, slowly retracting them, positioning them at her side.