Ye Feng’s heart trembled. He always felt that behind this girl, there seed to be many, many stories. She never ntioned her matters to anyone, and no one asked her.
Mr. Xia’s gambling, Brother Zhenyu’s departure, the Young Master’s tornt — all these things constantly flashed before her eyes. They were things that made her sad and hard to let go. Her nose tingled, she wanted to reach out and grab onto sothing, but there was nothing she could grasp.
Her head was about to split, overwheld with emotions. Xia Qingqian felt as if a sharp knife was hugging her heart, stabbing and tangled in a ss.
Sparkling tears rolled down her cheeks, dropping onto her arms, her knees, the ground...
Through blurred vision, she saw a cold shadow reflected on the floor. Xia Qingqian raised her head in astonishnt. Sohow, a tall figure stood beside her, blocking the chilly moonlight.
"Young Master?" Xia Qingqian asked in panic.
"It’s late at night. Why are you crying here?" In the darkness, Beitang Yao stood with his hands at his sides, tightly clutching a handkerchief. His ice-cold eyes appeared even more sinister and chill.
"Young Master." Xia Qingqian called lowly again. She couldn’t help but stand up, but having squatted for so long, her feet started to go numb, and she stumbled to one side.
Beitang Yao’s eyes were quick, and he caught her steadily. He paused, feeling a sense of despair and helplessness from the hand placed at her waist...
This damned woman, how could she make people so anxious! She really deserves a beating!
"If I see you crying for no reason again, I’ll throw you to the dogs," he scolded harshly, but unconsciously helped her back to the bed.
This tactic was effective. She imdiately stopped her tears, just sniffed a little, and nervously bowed her head, like a child who had done sothing wrong, waiting for a parent’s reprimand.
Sotis the Young Master was cold, sotis gentle, leaving her unable to see clearly whether the person in front was real or fake.
"Do you feel wronged here?" Beitang Yao’s brows lightly furrowed, his tone colder than the chilly night wind.
Xia Qingqian quickly shook her head, drew in a breath of cold air, and gently shifted her body further into the bed.
"Young Master, I won’t dare cry again, I won’t dare..." she mumbled, biting her teeth tightly, holding back the sob rising in her heart.
"You better not dare!" His faint scent of tobacco wafted into her nose, so fragrant that she unconsciously fell into it. "If you have no sense of boundaries and keep crying on my turf, I’ll definitely take that check back!" Even though it’s cashed in, he could still make her return it.
Xia Qingqian was so frightened by his words that she felt her soul had departed. Just thinking of Mr. Xia’s pitiable and weathered face, she couldn’t bear to see Mr. Xia suffer any longer.
"Young Master, no matter what you ask to do, please don’t easily say you’ll take the check back, okay?" She truly couldn’t bear such a blow. Without Beitang Yao’s money, she and her father would already be under Brother Dao’s knife.
"Then don’t do things I hate! Including crying at random... I didn’t buy you to stretch a sullen face all day," he said bluntly. "You better rember firmly, at ho, you’re just a toy by my side, and at the company, you’re just a secretary. If you dare overstep, I won’t let you have any good outco!"
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