"It’s best you don’t rember a single word of what you heard!" His face was ashen with anger. He had just said those things in a fit of rage while talking to his grandfather; he didn’t want to casually be with a woman who had ulterior motives!
This statent was sowhat contradictory. If he didn’t like being with won who had ulterior motives, then what about Xia Qingqian? Was she any different? She was originally with him for money. Did she only care about his money? Could she not just be like those other vain won; were they all the sa kind of people?
Thinking of this, Beitang Yao felt a heavy pressure on his chest. He really didn’t want this to be the answer.
"Who wants to rember your things? I don’t have the free ti to rember such pointless things." She retorted defiantly, as Beitang Yao cared so much about her knowing certain matters—was she really so insignificant in his mind? Even hearing a few sentences led him to threaten her to forget them.
"..." Beitang Yao was infuriated by Xia Qingqian’s words, his face darkened further, and his grip on the phone tightened, almost crushing it. What did "no free ti" an? And what did "pointless" an? She had overheard that he might marry another woman, yet she had no other reaction? Or was it that she truly didn’t see him as anything significant, only caring about his money!
"If there’s nothing, could you leave for now?" Xia Qingqian saw he didn’t respond nor did he engage in the previous topic and rembered she was still undressed, wanting to put on her clothes first.
Beitang Yao’s icy eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a straight line, and after a while, he said, "If there’s nothing wrong, why should I leave?"
Xia Qingqian’s face paled, "Then why are you standing here if you’re fine? I can’t get dressed if you don’t leave." This jerk, she had to spell it out!
"Am I hindering you from getting dressed?" Beitang Yao glanced at her and suddenly smirked, eyeing her with a mix of amusent and ridicule, "I know every bit of you, do you think I would stoop so low as to peep at you dressing?"
That would be beneath him. What kind of woman didn’t he have? With just the crook of a finger, tons of won would throw themselves at him, many different kinds of won eager to undress and dress in front of him.
Her, what was Xia Qingqian, really? She greatly overestimated herself.
"Then could you kindly avert your eyes? I’m not used to dressing in front of others." Her face flushed with a faint blush, as she shyly lowered her head.
"We’ve been exposed to each other quite a bit, and you still care about looking at you a few more tis?" His icy eyes shone with disdain and scorn, "With your board-like figure, there’s nothing worth seeing!"
He took in Xia Qingqian’s varied expressions, secretly amused; this woman was truly adorable, even afraid to change clothes in front of him, showing that no matter how intimate they might be, she was still very shy.
Thinking about it, he couldn’t help but laugh. Oh no, it was joy—a delight in secret.
Board-like? Xia Qingqian’s eyes sparkled with indignation; she wished she had a brick in hand to smash it onto Beitang Yao’s head! How dare he mock her figure as being board-like after having possessed her body countless tis?
She might not have a model’s impressive figure, but she felt good about herself, being fully developed where needed. Why did he call her a board? n like him with a lecherous tendency always preferred the type of won with large breasts!
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