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

Chapter 813: Chapter 814: Young Master, Is Your Wound Healing Well?

Zhenyu was her childhood friend, an older brother three years her senior. Because her father was addicted to gambling and they had to avoid debts, she lost contact with Zhenyu.

She originally thought that their childhood separation would prevent them from meeting again. Unexpectedly, fate had its own arrangement, and when she was admitted to University A, the one who received her was Brother Zhenyu, whom she had been separated from for many years.

Due to the mix of childhood emotions, their feelings for each other not only hadn’t faded with time but had become even stronger.

Soon, they became a couple, but unfortunately, not long after they fell in love, Zhenyu’s family sent him to a prestigious university in the United Kingdom for further studies. From then on, the two who had reunited for less than half a year had to face separation across two places once again. Before he left, he asked her to wait for his return. When he came back, it would be the time he proposed.

After he left, it seemed as if Zhenyu had lost contact with this world and there was no news of him. It was as if he had never appeared, and it was all just Xia Qingqian’s imagination.

But the naive and kind Xia Qingqian always believed that Zhenyu would definitely come back to find her, and would never give up on her. So, she waited year after year. Within three years, she rejected all the boys who confessed to her, just to wait for the love in her heart.

Whenever she encountered anything, as long as she thought about someone worth waiting for, she told herself that no matter what happened, she still had Zhenyu.

She sat quietly on the bed, maintaining that posture until morning, only coming back to her senses from the sorrow of longing when the servant knocked on the door to invite her down for breakfast.

”Auntie, I’m not hungry...” Her voice carried a hint of hoarseness, so light like a thread of melancholy.

The servant looked troubled and hurriedly assisted Xia Qingqian to get out of bed, ”The Young Master instructed you to definitely come down.”

Xia Qingqian looked at the servant in confusion, her mouth twitching slightly before she quickly washed up and dressed, following the servant downstairs with her swollen red eyes.

As Xia Qingqian approached the dining table, the servant standing by quickly pulled out a chair for her, and another servant immediately presented a platter of sumptuous breakfast.

Her gaze lightly fell on the face sitting coldly in front of the dining table, seeing his slender, slightly curved fingers elegantly stirring the cup of coffee.

Beitang Yao sat there like an authority, overpowering, even the servant standing behind him was waiting respectfully.

She sat down in front of the chair the servant pulled out, but secretly glanced at Beitang Yao sitting opposite her, his face cold and expressionless, eerie. Sitting at the same table with him felt like having several mountains pressing down on her.

”Get down earlier for breakfast next time.” He said lightly, without lifting his head, his movements extremely elegant but obviously slow, as he took a small bite of the sandwich.

His casual words startled Xia Qingqian into a shiver, and she quickly nodded and made a sound of acknowledgment. Only when Beitang Yao said nothing more did she lower her head and silently eat the breakfast in front of her.

This was the first time Xia Qingqian sat face to face with Beitang Yao having breakfast together, the atmosphere was strangely eerie, even the air seemed to congeal.

Looking at Beitang Yao’s bandaged wound, she finally gathered the courage to ask cautiously, ”Young Master, is your wound okay?”

”Mm.” He replied sparingly, still without lifting his head, his gaze fixed on the French magazine in his hand.