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

”What I do to her has nothing to do with you.” Beitang Yao’s hand paused for a moment. Du Ziheng’s words sounded off, his tone full of dissatisfaction. ”You still can’t forget her? Du Ziheng, if you dare have designs on her, I’ll make sure you learn what consequences are.”

Du Ziheng was drinking tea and almost choked on it. He set down his teacup, stood up, walked straight over to Beitang Yao, and said, ”The woman I love now is Youyou, not Qian Qian. From your tone, you seem very tense about Qian Qian—then why are you treating her like this?”

Beitang Yao suddenly lowered his head and said, ”That’s not something you need to concern yourself with.”

”Heh, Yao, I don’t know what exactly happened between you two, but if Qian Qian did something wrong, you could’ve just questioned her face to face and cleared things up. At worst you get angry or something. But do you really have to do this? Do you not understand what kind of feelings Qian Qian has for you?” Du Ziheng’s gaze turned glacial. He knew Beitang Yao was ruthless, but he hadn’t expected him to be this cruel to a woman—especially a woman Beitang Yao loved.

”The facts have already been ground into stone. There’s no need to question her face to face.” Beitang Yao raised his brows slightly, his tone extremely indifferent.

Du Ziheng shrugged, let out a light sigh, and said, ”Your paranoia hasn’t gone away; it’s only getting worse. The child in her belly is yours. You can really bear to let mother and child live in a place like that?”

Back when the baby first showed in Xia Qingqian’s stomach, Ye Feng had the DNA tested; the child was indeed Beitang Yao’s flesh and blood.

But why was Beitang Yao still insisting on keeping her at the ranch instead of bringing her back?

”Are you done talking? If you’re done, get out.” Beitang Yao furrowed his brows slightly and spoke blandly.

Du Ziheng knew Beitang Yao still couldn’t let go of his grudge. His voice rose slightly. ”Before Qian Qian, weren’t you living in a constant haze of booze and sex, changing women every day? Why don’t you reflect on yourself? Over such a petty matter, you’re this cruel to her—are you even a man?”

A murderous chill spread between Beitang Yao’s brows as he said darkly, ”Du Ziheng, get out. Now.”

The rage on his face was the most terrifying Du Ziheng had seen in his life. It scared him so badly he instinctively took a step back. After a long moment, he finally said, ”Yao, Qian Qian really is a good girl. If I hadn’t fallen in love with Youyou, I would never have given her up. So please, cherish her properly instead of finding new ways to torment her.”

Once Du Ziheng finished, he felt there was no point in staying any longer. He turned and left.

After Du Ziheng left, Ye Feng came in, reported the next steps, and then went back out to work.

By the time everything was done, it was already eleven at night. He sat alone in the vast bedroom. Her traces were here; she had kept him company through a stretch of time in this room.

He took a delicate bracelet from the pocket of his suit jacket and held it in his hand. His dark, deep eyes fixed tightly on the golden bracelet in his palm.

He’d accidentally caught sight of it the day before yesterday in a display window at the store. He had Ye Feng stop the car and went in himself. His long fingers pointed at the golden bracelet in the glass case as he said, ”Wrap that up for me.”

The duty manager, however, looked apologetic and explained, ”I’m sorry, that’s a non-sale item belonging to our lady boss. It’s just for display.”

Beitang Yao’s face darkened and he was just about to speak when a gentle female voice came from behind him. ”Wrap that bracelet up for this gentleman.”