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

The words spoken by the people in front reached Xia Qingqian’s ears. When she heard him introduce her this way, she tugged at the corners of her lips, letting out a desolate smile. She had always been clear about her own identity, but when he introduced her to others, her heart contracted sharply, and a wave of bitterness welled up.

”Oh.” Ziqian’s voice was somewhat low as she turned back to gaze at Xia Qingqian, as if trying to see through her.

Xia Qingqian gave her a faint smile, then dared not meet her gaze again, turning her head away to watch the receding scenery outside the car window.

This woman named Ziqian was truly beautiful and adorable, tender and gentle—the type that many men liked. Xia Qingqian secretly thought to herself that the woman’s voice on the phone must belong to this Ziqian girl; otherwise, why would he leave immediately after taking the call?

Thinking about this, her heart became extremely uncomfortable, as if a stone was tightly pressing down on her, making her feel terribly suffocated.

”Sister, why aren’t you talking to me? Don’t you like Ziqian?” Ziqian leaned on the car seat, staring straight at Xia Qingqian. Seeing her cold and aloof expression, she felt extremely aggrieved. The scene of her tightly embracing Beitang Yao earlier was still imprinted in her heart.

Who exactly is this sister, who dares to cling to her Brother Yao so brazenly? Moreover, Brother Yao didn’t seem to push her away; instead, he hugged her to his chest. Is she really someone who takes care of Brother Yao? Their relationship must be extraordinary.

”Hmm, no, you’re so adorable and beautiful, no one would dislike you. I like you very much too.” Xia Qingqian said with a smile, though tinged with bitterness. Yes, such a lovable child, how could she not like her? Yet instinct told her she had to stay far from the girl in front, because she simply couldn’t afford to provoke Ziqian.

Ziqian really looked like a child, with straight bangs and a baby face, appearing like a high school student.

”Oh, really?” Ziqian stopped bothering her and instead sat back down, holding a doll, suddenly saying, ”Brother Yao, when are we having our wedding?”

Upon hearing this, every nerve in Xia Qingqian’s body collapsed. She turned to look at Beitang Yao, who was driving. His profile was so resolute, with a kind of cold and stern sharpness that could repel anyone wanting to approach him.

”Ziqian, you’re only in your freshman year of college. We’ll talk about it after you graduate.” Beitang Yao kept his eyes on the road, focused on driving, but he was frowning, somewhat displeased because Ziqian brought up the matter, allowing Xia Qingqian in the back seat to hear.

He didn’t know why he cared so much about Xia Qingqian’s feelings, but he had already told Ziqian they would discuss the wedding after her graduation. Why was she so disobedient to bring it up again?

He glanced at the rearview mirror, and his face fell. The woman reflected in the mirror seemed indifferent and detached, a wave of frustration surged in him. Did this woman hear Ziqian’s words and not care one bit? Was her heart made of stone?

Xia Qingqian looked out of the car window with cold eyes, emitting a sense of calmness, seemingly unaffected by their conversation.

However, that was merely the impression others had of her. When Beitang Yao’s gaze skimmed the rearview mirror, she turned her face aside, preventing herself from seeing or listening, sitting quietly was enough.