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

Chapter 1014: Chapter 1018: With Your Background, It’s Hard to Be Convincing

He worried that if there were still followers trying to target him, they might use Xia Qingqian as a point of attack, so he had Ye Feng install the surveillance while Xia Qingqian was not at home, inside and outside the entire villa.

That night after he returned, he intended to open her room and take a look at her, but he suppressed the impulse. After showering, he went to the study, looked at the surveillance, and felt a urge to see what she had been doing during the day.

The screen showed her chatting with Uncle Quan at length, her facial expressions were quite rich. He merely watched the images on the four squares, not turning on the sound.

Finally, he wanted to see her sleeping form, serene and tranquil, just watching her made him feel comfortable. So, he took in her facial expressions under the moonlight, yet deep inside, an urge pushed him to see what she was doing. Unable to hold back, he unwisely activated the sound control, but what came from the computer were sounds of insects chirping, accompanied by splashing water sounds...

His handsome face darkened, unsteady in his seat, almost falling off his chair; he truly hadn’t known she had a penchant for eavesdropping.

But for some unknown reason, his lips slightly curved upwards in the dark. He thought he must be mad, being openly eavesdropped on while bathing, and he could still laugh?!

Xia Qingqian walked to the attic, looking at the blooming flowers in front of her. She felt no joy, instead grabbing a flower, pouting and plucking its petals. She too had become one to destroy flowers, despite normally being too kind to step on an ant.

It was all Beitang Yao, that super jerk, suspecting her, not trusting her! Although she had broken his valuable carved vase, it didn’t warrant suspicion that she coveted his belongings! Truly hateful, absolutely intolerable! Ah ah ah!

With every petal she plucked, she murmured, ”Beitang Yao, you jerk, jerk! Come out and apologize!” She felt extremely upset, thinking that even if Beitang Yao insulted and mocked her, she would act nonchalantly, not caring about a single word he said.

But she didn’t know when it began, she started changing with his every move; when he frowned, she guessed in her heart about what troubled him.

Whenever she heard his uneven breathing, her heart would follow suit, becoming irregular.

His face tightly strung, lips pressed into a straight line, she felt so worthless, incapable of offering any help, completely oblivious to what he was thinking.

She couldn’t enter his world; she never had the chance.

He was the prince high above, and she had neither crystal shoes nor would she vanish at midnight, nor was she his destined Cinderella. Where in reality is there talk of princes and Cinderellas?

Those dreamlike, most beautiful scenarios are weaved by authors to offer the world a pleasant world.

”Sister, why are you here? Are you here to find Baby?” A crisp voice tinged with excitement floated from the flowers, and she turned toward the sound.

She saw a small figure covered in flowers; she frowned slightly and asked, ”Baby, why are you here? Where’s Maria?”

She stepped over, her face pale because not far away lay an open window. If Mario got curious and climbed up, what would happen?