Chapter 879 - Just Let It Go In One Ear and Out the Other
Chapter 879 of "Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go" opens showing developments: "What? Is it very difficult for you?" He saw Xia Qingqian shake her head. "If... Keep reading!
"What? Is it very difficult for you?" He saw Xia Qingqian shake her head. "If you think you have the capital to seduce other men, then go ahead. Youâll be responsible for all the consequences."Beitang Yaoâs words once again hurt Xia Qingqian. She endured the slight pain as if a knife was gently carving through her heart and swallowed that bitterness down.
She lowered her head deeply, not saying a word. She just stood there, her slightly trembling eyelashes seeming to block out everything from the outside world, including Beitang Yaoâs indifference and arrogance, which were kept out of her sight.
"...Young Master, you never believe me..." She suppressed her voice to be very low, unable to hide a trace of disappointment in her tone.
Beitang Yao was momentarily stunned, staring directly at her sharply defined profile, his brow twitching, his chest feeling very stuffy. Xia Qingqianâs lonely voice drifted into his ears.
When Xia Qingqian uttered these words, Beitang Yao was also momentarily dazed, wondering what exactly he cared about, that a woman could make him so flustered and helpless.
"You havenât reached the point where I can believe you. If you continue to treat my words as mere wind by your ears, you should try it." Yet the words spoken by Beitang Yao were so cold, hurting without leaving any trace.
After a moment, Xia Qingqian finally looked up, her eyes filled with a faint mist, and in her sight was the indifferent figure of the Young Master. Even a glance from him seemed unnecessary. He just hoped she would remember her identity.
The Young Master never showed her a hint of tenderness; apart from endless humiliation and torment, she truly couldnât feel what was in the Young Masterâs heart.
She knew she had done many things wrong, because of her, the Young Master was stabbed by Beitang Huanâs knife. Looking back, her heart still tightens without a momentâs ease.
Since the Young Master blocked that knife for her, she didnât know why a feeling she couldnât express in words began to grow in her heart. She secretly vowed that regardless of the hardship sheâd face for the Young Master, sheâd be willing, without regret.
"Miss Xia, we meet again." As Xia Qingqian was in a daze, a lazy and extremely gentle voice circled above her head.
The words landed clearly, and Xia Qingqian raised her head abruptly, crashing into a pair of eyes filled with gentle light. For a moment, even though she knew the person in front of her was not him, she deemed him as him, really wanting to embrace him fiercely, burying herself hard against his sturdy chest.
"Mr. Nan..." She called softly, a tint of melancholy coloring her voice, Young Masterâs words still lingering by her ears, instinctively stepping back a pace.
Maintaining a certain distance from Nancy, close as in the ends of the earth yet far within reach, untouchable, simply because he truly wasnât him.
Nancy noticed Xia Qingqian intentionally stepping back a step, his calm heart suddenly pounding fiercely a few times, as if lightly carved by a knife, he reached to press his heart, his eyebrows lightly furrowing.
"Mr. Nan, whatâs wrong?" As Xia Qingqianâs gaze lightly skimmed over Nancyâs sharply defined cheek, she faintly saw the perspiration seeping at his forehead.
Wanting to reach out to support him, yet her feet refused to obey, firmly remaining in place, and her hands froze mid-air, slowly retracting them, positioning them at her side.