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

Her brow furrowed slightly, but she didn’t dare to move. She recalled what happened last night: she snuggled under the blanket, and he casually untied the bathrobe on her. Then came a long wait, and she fell asleep.

Moreover, neither of them wore clothes to bed.

Last night, didn’t he do anything to her?

Her eyes slowly looked down, and she immediately closed them in embarrassment. Under the white blanket, the two were honest with each other.

Beitang Yao had told her that it was a man’s normal morning reaction. Thinking of this, she quickly held her breath, lying motionless, afraid to wake the master of the towering presence, because then, she herself would be in trouble.

Beitang Yao seemed to notice the movement, frowned slightly, and opened his sleepy eyes.

Last night he had held himself back painfully, struggling until almost dawn before falling asleep.

”Qian Qian, you’re awake?” He was half asleep, his thoughts still unclear, he sensed movement but wasn’t sure if she was awake, his voice was particularly nasal.

Xia Qingqian saw him awake and immediately closed her eyes pretending to be asleep, not daring to move her body.

Beitang Yao blinked in a daze, and then realized he was hallucinating. He looked down at the sleeping face of the little one in his arms and his lips curved into a nice smile before drifting back to sleep with her.

A while later, Xia Qingqian listened to his steady breathing, then slowly opened her eyes and gently took a long hugging pillow, placing it between Beitang Yao’s arms.

She carefully got out of bed, dressed, and softly closed the door.

Xia Qingqian went downstairs to the kitchen, where she saw Sister Huan busy at work. She walked over and took the work from Sister Huan’s hands, softly saying, ”Sister Huan, you were already busy all day yesterday, let me handle this now. You go ahead and rest.”

”Haha, Miss Qing Qian isn’t really concerned about me, but rather wants to personally cook something tasty for the Young Master, right?” Sister Huan said with a smile, handing over a clean apron to Xia Qingqian: ”Everything in the kitchen is new and unused, and there’s no household help here. This Young Master, he did not even hire someone to cook.”

Hearing this, Xia Qingqian felt a pang of sadness at her nose; he really is a workaholic.

Perhaps he is accustomed to it, after all, being out alone for ten years, it was always work without a thought to rest and enjoy the warmth of home.

If she could provide him warmth, would he need it?

”Sister Huan, I’m fine here, you go ahead and rest, okay?” Xia Qingqian picked up the ladle, stirring the pot of barley and lean meat congee, ”Once it’s ready, I’ll bring it to the Young Master’s room.”

”Miss Qing Qian, let me assist you; there’s still a lot of kitchen work to be done, and it’s my job. I can’t let you do it all alone,” Sister Huan insisted. With her eyes finding tasks, her hands followed suit.

Xia Qingqian didn’t insist further; she prepared two additional side dishes.

Sister Huan glanced over and smiled, ”Miss Qing Qian, you’re so handy and thoughtful. Although people say you’re reaching beyond your grasp by being with the Young Master, I think he’s the one who found a treasure. Nowadays, girls like you are really rare.”

”Sister Huan, aren’t you afraid the Young Master will hear your words?” Xia Qingqian laughed lightly, indifferent, as long as she could stay by his side to care for him and repay all her debts.