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

Chapter 965: Chapter 969: Does Anything Still Matter?

She is human too, even if she is his plaything, he ought to give her the most basic respect. At least, he shouldn’t use such venomous words to attack and humiliate her.

When the elevator doors finally emitted a surprising ”ding”, Xia Qingqian was the first to step out of the elevator, ahead of Beitang Yao. She ran toward the outer door. Yes, she ran, using all her strength to run.

Beitang Yao stared in astonishment as that white figure disappeared from his sight, suddenly overwhelmed by an indescribable feeling.

Is she going to leave his world? No! Such a thing is absolutely not allowed to happen! Even if she were to leave, she must leave covered in scars! How could she turn away and leave so easily?

Finishing his thoughts, he picked up his phone and made a call, speaking in an incredibly cold and indifferent tone.

That’s right, he made a call ordering someone to watch Xia Qingqian, under no circumstances was she allowed to escape; wherever she fled, she was to be brought back!

What he intended for her was endless torment, endlessly!

When Xia Qingqian ran out of the building, she hid in an alley—a narrow place that could only accommodate her alone. Her body trembled lightly, she raised her hand to wipe away the falling tears.

She cursed Beitang Yao silently in her heart, this bastard! Bastard! Always finding ways to make her cry! In her lifetime, what she hated most was shedding tears. Qiao Zhenyu had told her, a girl’s tears should never fall, for if they fall too often, they become cheap!

So as soon as the elevator doors opened, she fled for her life, not wanting to shed tears in front of Beitang Yao, terrified of him seeing her cry.

After learning of Qiao Zhenyu’s passing, she was overwhelmed with grief, she cried uncontrollably, no longer caring about Beitang Yao’s principles. Because she knew she was a being with flesh and blood, such things were like a blunt knife, slowly carving open her heart chamber, then cutting it one slice at a time.

However, now that things have changed, she can no longer cry recklessly. She cannot cry in Beitang Yao’s presence, just because of a servant’s remark: the Young Master doesn’t like seeing others crying.

Is what she is doing meaningful anymore? She is merely a plaything at the mercy of others, she should have no tears! Yet, every time she suffers under Beitang Yao’s harm, her tear glands become overly active. Still, she must suppress them; she absolutely cannot shed a single tear easily. If she must cry, it would have to be secretly, in the deep of night.

This life of selling her body is not what she desired. If time could turn back, she would surely pray that Dad and Mom had never fallen in love, for then, she would never have existed in this world. She wouldn’t be troubled over Mr. Xia’s affairs, nor sell her soul.

She would never have met Beitang Yao, been hurt by him until her body was covered in wounds, while still having to consider his damned, absurd principles, forcing herself to tend to her wounds alone in the darkness.

Had she never existed, then all of this would have been unrelated to her, no longer important. Yet, heaven seems to play hide and seek with her, forcing her to face reality whether she likes it or not.

Xia Qingqian stood in the alley for a long, long time, her clear, bright eyes tinged with a trace of heartbreak, silently watching the world outside the alley, waiting for something, though she didn’t know what.