Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go-Chapter 940 - 942: He’s Just a Pitiful Wretch
Her indifferent tone made Beitang Yao inexplicably furious, and he shouted, "Does it really hurt you that much? Do you have to act like this because you can’t go to the graveyard? You say I don’t understand love, but what about you?"
Xia Qingqian was stunned, scared by Beitang Yao’s overbearing aura, retreating continuously, her gaze fixed on him.
Beitang Yao took two steps forward, his voice still so cold, "Aren’t you also living in the past? Qiao Zhenyu has been asleep in the dirt for four years, four years! Do you really think that visiting him every day, watching over him, will make him rise from the ground? He’s not a vampire; he will never exist again, he’s already dead!"
He must pull this woman out of her delusion; seeing her lifeless demeanor, as if only a dead person occupied her mind, infuriated him! He couldn’t guarantee that once she went back, she’d fully devote herself to work. Don’t forget, she’s his woman, and no one else is allowed in her mind besides him!
"No—" Xia Qingqian lightly blinked, her slightly long eyelashes trembling slightly too, her face turning pale, shaking her head in disbelief, "No, Brother Zhenyu is still here, I can still feel his presence, he won’t leave me."
Yes, how could Qiao Zhenyu bear to leave her? He said he would definitely give her happiness, and her happiness hasn’t been fulfilled, how could he abandon her? How could he?
Didn’t Brother Zhenyu leave her a heart to accompany her? She still has Brother Zhenyu’s heart. She must strive to find her own heart, one that can make her cry.
Beitang Yao rudely grabbed her shoulders and shook her, "Wake up! Weren’t you eloquent yesterday? Aren’t you sharp-tongued? Why do you cower when someone touches your sore spot? I thought you were someone who could handle things well, but..." Beitang Yao sneered, teasingly saying, "You are no different, just a pathetic person!"
He pondered for a moment, gazing into Xia Qingqian’s eyes, then softened his tone, "Idiot! Didn’t you say that true love forms perfect, indelible memories in the heart?"
Ye Feng held his breath, eyes wide open, the Young Master remembered Xia Qingqian’s words? Ah—blaming his own big mouth for saying things that shouldn’t have been said, the Young Master must also remember Xia Qingqian calling him an idiot, right...?
Xia Qingqian was equally astonished by Beitang Yao’s sudden shift, eyes tearing up, feeling the urge to hug him tightly and press her face against his chest to listen to the strong heartbeat.
"I command you to immediately erase all memories of past love from your mind! Not a single bit is allowed to remain!" Beitang Yao didn’t want to lose his momentum, his face returning to its usual coldness just seconds after softening.
Everyone present was shocked, thinking the Young Master had changed his personality, but within moments he reverted to that perennial ice sculpture, cold and aloof, prompting a desire to set it on fire and melt that statue.
"Why?" Xia Qingqian challenged Beitang Yao’s bottom line again. Everyone knew that Beitang Yao was unpredictable, proud, and restrained; people just had to do as he said; where was there room for so many questions?
Beitang Yao’s grasp on Xia Qingqian’s shoulders tightened slightly, their bones audibly cracking under his large hands, causing Xia Qingqian to grimace in pain, her face paling.
