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

After looking at the last photo, his hands holding the album halted as well. He lowered his head, gazing at her actual face, and exclaimed with admiration, ”You’re truly beautiful and very seductive...”

Xia Qingqian restrained the smile on her face and looked at him warily!

Whenever he said those things, it would reflexively remind her of those kinds of matters.

Every time he wanted her, he would say things to make her give in, making her unsure of how to resist!

”What’s with that expression? I complimented you twice, is it necessary for you to be so nervous? Are you afraid I’ll eat you?” It’s been enough today; he wanted her, there would be plenty of opportunities. He didn’t know why, but he ended up doing those things with her at his mother’s favorite place before she passed.

This was something he never imagined and couldn’t comprehend!

Perhaps it was because she carried his mother’s aura.

Their interpretation of the sea was identical, causing him to get confused.

He thought this was fate his mother found for him, a gift from her.

”Young Master, did Madam personally take all these sea pictures?” She felt a bit embarrassed, noticing Beitang Yao’s subtle smile, realizing she’d been overthinking.

Beitang Yao nodded and said, ”These were taken by my mother here. She said she wanted to capture each expression of the sea in her camera. The last photo of the sea she left was calm as water, without any ripples...”

Following his voice, she gazed at the last photo in the album. The sea was so deep blue, calming one’s heart, yet carried a slight oppression, striking the deepest chord within one’s soul.

”But her life was never this tranquil; until her last moment, she still missed the man who caused her harm...”

As he spoke, his throat felt choked. The scar hidden in his heart for a decade had been opened again by him; his heart was being torn open, raw and painful.

She wasn’t foolish; she could obviously sense his emotions. He had never appeared so vulnerable before anyone. She began to wonder which was the real him?

She didn’t know what to say to comfort him, so she simply reached out, wrapping her arms around his waist, placing her hands on his back, patiently soothing him, stroke by stroke.

He squatted down, embraced her, burying his head upon her chest, continuously nuzzling like a child longing for maternal love, wanting to absorb more motherly affection.

Xia Qingqian was taken aback initially, as she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. But seeing his aggrieved and hurt expression, she didn’t mind her lack of attire.

On this day, she learned so much about his past, all relating to him and his mother.

It was obvious their love and bond had been profound, so much so that he couldn’t let go of his mother’s passing.

It turns out, this tall, strong man also had a vulnerable side.

”Young Master, everything has passed; don’t live in the past anymore.” She gently comforted him with pats to his back, feeling slightly sore from his embrace. She shifted her position.

”Don’t leave! Let me hold you a little longer, just for a while.” He felt her move, perhaps believing she wanted to leave, so he tightened his hold on her.

She stayed in his embrace for more than a while, until she heard the washing machine beep. She pushed him lightly, ”Young Master, the clothes are done. I’ll go hang them out now...”