Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go

Chapter 788: Chapter 789: It’s You Who Begged Me to Buy You

The clouds dispersed and the rain ceased, the girl curled up, sobbing helplessly.

Beitang Yao coldly glanced at her and reminded her once again, ”Xia Qingqian, from now on, twenty-four hours a day, always at my command!”

She stopped sobbing, her face blank and emotionless.

Money to him was like flowing water; he didn’t care about that bit of money. He was just unhappy with Xia Qingqian’s behavior and used this matter to make a point.

”Woman, you should learn how to please me!” Saying this, he took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

The sound of water splashing came from the bathroom, and after a while, it stopped, fading away from her ears.

But his cold, mocking laughter still echoed around her ears. She bit her lips in humiliation, buried her face in the pillow, and silently wept.

Naive and inexperienced, she had completely transformed into a woman. To save Mr. Xia, she had given herself to Beitang Yao.

When she woke up, Beitang Yao was dressing and said, ”Your taste is indeed not bad.” To make him want her again in less than a few hours, she was the first exception.

With eyes full of grievance, she looked at him, tears streaming down, ”You sick pervert.” She trembled and moved inward on the bed. Even if she had already become his plaything, he couldn’t force her twice in one day.

However, Xia Qingqian really didn’t understand Beitang Yao. The fact that he didn’t screw her to death was already an extraordinary mercy.

”Am I the pervert, or are you seductive?” He watched as she pulled the quilt to cover her exposed body, ”Don’t forget, it was you who begged me to buy you.”

Only Beitang Yao would be so generous as to spend two million to buy a plaything. Having played with all sorts of women, playing with this next-door little sister type was quite a novel experience.

And she, her temperament was very much like someone he had buried deep within his heart, almost identical. However, Xia Qingqian’s temperament carried a hint of elegance and freshness that the other person did not have.

If not for this, even with her strikingly beautiful appearance, he would have definitely ignored her.

When he saw her on the lead stage in the nightclub, he had an evil, charming smile. In the bar, the women were all that kind; with a crook of his finger, all the beauties would throw themselves into his arms.

The past harm he had suffered, he was determined to make this woman, who so resembled her in temperament, endure all his torment, experiencing all the hurt he had gone through.

Tonight, his roughness was to make her completely understand her role: she was a tool he had bought with money to warm his bed and a plaything.

From now on, whenever and wherever, as long as he had the urge, he would take her from home, to any place, arbitrarily plunder, entwined night after night, never tired.

She could not escape the shackles of fate, only accept its arrangements.

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and a fresh bath fragrance instantly filled the presidential suite.

Xia Qingqian had already sat up. Her slightly curled eyelashes were moist, and when she looked up, she saw Beitang Yao with just a towel around his waist, his bare upper body still dripping with water.

He frowned, walked to the bedside, looked down at her, and flicked away the tear on her cheek, ”Put away your tears. If you’re out here selling yourself, don’t feign purity as if I forced you!”

She held onto the sheet wrapped around her body, picked up the clothes he had rudely torn off her from the floor, and intended to go into the bathroom to get dressed.

But unexpectedly, he reached out and grabbed her, pressing her down on the bed. He said displeased, ”Still getting up? Proves I wasn’t vigorous enough!”