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

Chapter 969: Chapter 973: I Will Avenge You

The scent drifted into Xia Qingqian’s nostrils, making her want to vomit, but she couldn’t.

”Since Beitang Yao doesn’t care about you and didn’t bring a billion yuan to ransom you, you have no need to live in this world.” The kidnapper’s cold voice echoed in Xia Qingqian’s ears, then lit the lighter, ”As soon as I loosen my hand, you’ll go meet God with those rats...”

Xia Qingqian shook her head, unable to make any sound, only crying out, shouting desperately in her heart for someone to save her, anyone!

She didn’t want to die this way, she didn’t want to; if she were burned into a piece of charcoal and went to see God, would Qiao Zhenyu still recognize her? She didn’t want to die like this, she didn’t want to be scorched!

Beitang Yao, where are you? Will you come save me? Will you?

Xia Qingqian’s consciousness became increasingly blurred, she fainted from fright, losing all sensation, thinking she would die. But in her unconsciousness, she did not smell the unpleasant scent of burnt flesh or feel the scorching fire surrounding her.

It’s good, people drenched in gasoline and burned by fire don’t emit any scent, don’t feel pain. It’s good! That way she can entirely and intact go to meet Brother Zhenyu.

”Miss Xia, what’s wrong?” Ye Feng pressed Xia Qingqian down on the bed, trying to stop her from moving.

But Xia Qingqian seemed to encounter something, speaking incoherently and struggling randomly, Ye Feng had no choice but to give her a tranquilizer, and she stopped struggling.

Ye Feng slowly stood up, looking into Beitang Yao’s icy eyes, ”Young Master, Miss Xia must have been traumatized. Yesterday she smelled entirely of gasoline, and now she’s in a very bad state upon waking up.”

Beitang Yao gazed at the broken doll on the bed, eyebrows tightened, a faint pain in his heart. She kept calling his name; at the most critical moment, was she calling for him?

Listening to the words spilling from her lips: Beitang Yao, run quickly, they’re trying to kill you.

Was she trying to warn him? What kind of place was she in at that time? She must have been terrified, right?

Xia Qingqian, what exactly did you see? What did they do to you?

This vendetta, it will be avenged for you, don’t be afraid!

With a wave of Beitang Yao’s hand, everyone else left, leaving only Xia Qingqian and Beitang Yao in the spacious room. Though Ye Feng had given Xia Qingqian a tranquilizer, she continued muttering in her sleep, her voice extremely hurried and fearful, as if dreaming of something.

Her brows remained furrowed, hands tightly clutching the bedsheet, head on the pillow shaking left and right, seemingly wanting to escape, fleeing from the nightmare that brought her fear!

Beitang Yao walked over, sat by the bed, reached out his hand that hovered in mid-air for a long time, then his slender fingers rested on her brows, smoothing them circle by circle, gradually easing them to the sides. His hand seemed to be imbued with magic; every inch of skin he touched instantly calmed, like smooth and tranquil water.

And her body gradually relaxed and softened, finally under the soothing of those magical hands, peacefully fell asleep, the previous panic gone. It was those hands that gave her warmth, a subtle sense of security.

When Beitang Yao withdrew his hands, the unconscious Xia Qingqian gripped his wrist, then following the sensation, sought his fingers, intertwining her fingers tightly with his.