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

Chapter 916: Chapter 918: The Young Master Isn’t Afraid of You Running Away

Ye Feng was delighted for the young master, and a slight smile tugged at his lips. Xia Qingqian, catching this smile, misunderstood: ”Night Wind Housekeeper, is the young master afraid that I’ll try to escape? Rest assured, my passport isn’t with me, nor is my ID; they’re both in your hands. Where could I possibly flee to?”

She chuckled softly, only wishing to quietly reach Brother Zhenyu without disturbing anyone, seeking merely to understand certain matters.

Regarding Nancy and Qiao Zhenyu’s situation, only Brother Zhenyu’s parents truly understood it.

”Miss Xia, the young master isn’t afraid you’ll escape; rather, being unfamiliar with the world, having someone by your side is safer.” Besides, even if you attempt to flee, you’ll never escape the young master’s grasp. His enterprises are global; where do you think you could hide? If the young master wishes to find you, it requires no Herculean effort, quite simple indeed.

Additionally, don’t ask why the young master hasn’t executed Shen Youran all these years; it’s because he wants her to understand the consequences of betrayal. One day, when Shen Youran realizes the young master is Beitang Yao, her days of joy will reach their end.

”Then I’ll rely on the Night Wind Housekeeper.” Xia Qingqian smiled softly, no longer pondering the meaning of Ye Feng’s smile.

”It’s my duty, Miss Xia, please get in the car.” Ye Feng personally opened the car door for Xia Qingqian, who elegantly got in and fastened her seatbelt.

As the car arrived in a small town in London, Xia Qingqian eagerly pressed her hands against the window, tears welling up as she watched the passing scenery filled with Brother Zhenyu’s presence.

She could imagine that in every corner stood Brother Zhenyu’s shadow—yet all of Qiao Zhenyu’s faces were as pale as paper, gently clutching his bleeding chest, eyes deep and distant as he gazed at Xia Qingqian.

Even his smile was so pale and weak, and as the car advanced, Qiao Zhenyu’s shadow would morph into feathers, disappearing into the air. Xia Qingqian grew anxious, pounding the window vigorously, shouting, ”Stop, stop—”

Ye Feng, observing Xia Qingqian’s abnormal behavior through the rear-view mirror and hearing her cry to stop, pulled over to the roadside.

Xia Qingqian hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed out to the opposite side of the street, heedlessly crossing amidst the traffic.

Ye Feng, just stepping out, was even more alarmed, calling out, ”Miss Xia—”

He raced across before an oncoming car, reaching Xia Qingqian on the opposite side, grasping her shoulders and furrowing his brow: ”Miss Xia, there’s no Qiao Zhenyu here; you must have had an illusion. If the young master discovers your recklessness, he’ll certainly blame you.”

Fortunately she was unharmed; if a car had hit her, how would he explain to the young master? The young master instructed him to protect her well, to prevent any foolish or dangerous actions.

”No, he was clearly here; he smiled at me. I saw so much blood staining his chest... it was hollow inside, there was nothing left...” Her body trembled unconsciously, eyes filled with dread.

”Miss Xia, don’t think too much.” Ye Feng steadied Xia Qingqian’s hands, pondering whether lovers truly share such an empathic bond, able to feel each other’s existence? Persuading, ”Let’s go; anything you wish to know, you can ask Qiao Zhenyu’s parents when we see them.”