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

Is she trying to save him money or what? Even if she doesn’t use his money, there are other women to spend it for him. This woman isn’t as materialistic as the others; he knows everything she does is because of her father.

Really a troublesome person! Who came up with this crazy idea for her to auction off her virginity? Doesn’t she understand the gravity of the situation? Once she falls into the hands of another man, her fate won’t be so kind.

”Young Master, thank you for your kindness. I’ll return the card to you once I leave; I use your place, your food, everything is yours. I have no reason to take your money.” She hurried to explain, afraid Beitang Yao would mistakenly think she was keeping the money he gave her. In fact, she didn’t want to use his money anymore. He had already given her two million to save her father, which was enough.

”What did you just call me?” His voice sounded displeased again; this damned woman hadn’t learned a thing! Always addressing him so formally.

Xia Qingqian hesitated a moment, shivering as she said, ”Yao...” She really wasn’t used to it, it felt so awkward.

”A woman should learn to care for herself, understand? Don’t live so timidly. Look at what you’re wearing! Not even married, and you look like an aging housewife—it’s terrible.” These weren’t Beitang Yao’s true concerns; in fact, he liked seeing her bare-faced appearance, simple and distant, everyone who saw her would adore it.

She looked beautiful like this, giving off a comfortable, peaceful vibe. But what he was complaining about was her stinginess, saving his money. He’d never encountered such a woman; with other women, it had always been a transactional relationship—he needed sex, and they needed money, nothing wrong with it.

But this silly woman wouldn’t even spend a penny of his.

”At home, just wear something casual. Even these clothes are very expensive.” She said somewhat defiantly. Before meeting Beitang Yao, the clothes in her entire wardrobe might not have even amounted to half the cost of this simple home outfit.

Normally she wore a work uniform, and at home after work, she naturally wore casual clothes. She wasn’t entering a beauty contest, so why dress up? She had many expensive dresses in her closet, but rarely had the chance to wear them.

But those were all chosen by Beitang Yao for her, she didn’t know how to refuse.

”Is it really okay to dress so casually at home? If I get sick of this, I’ll certainly hold you accountable!” He said through clenched teeth.

Xia Qingqian was suddenly speechless, unsure what to say. Her choice of clothing influenced his aesthetic fatigue? What kind of logic was this?

”This outfit is really very expensive.” It was indeed very expensive for her—a single set costing three thousand yuan, isn’t that pricey? For a poor person like her, that’s several months of expenses. All her clothes combined didn’t even equal half of this set, yet the Young Master called it casual?

Beitang Yao frowned for no reason, realizing a problem; she used to accompany every sentence with ”Young Master,” not expecting that once he asked her to change how she addressed him, she casually omitted his name.

This silly woman wasn’t so dumb after all; she could call others’ names naturally, but calling him seemed so unfamiliar?