Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go Chapter 1093 - 1097: That’s Not What I Meant

His gaze, as profound and frigid as ice that had endured millennia, bore down on Xia Qingqian, a cold, sharp light glinting in his narrowed eyes!

"Young Master! Whether it's at the company, no matter the amount of work, I can manage. And at home, all the household chores are well within my capabilities." So long as he didn't attempt *that* kind of act with her again.

"Are you implying that my employees and any hired help are inferior to you?" He was utterly incensed, on the verge of an explosion because of her! Ziqian must have said something to provoke this behavior from her! Yet, he was anxious she discover his genuine concern for her, fearing it would lead to her being neglected.

"Young Master, that's not what I meant..." As he advanced, she retreated, her steps carrying her back until she was trapped against the wall, with no avenue of escape. Her back met the cold surface, and she watched Beitang Yao approach with wide, fearful eyes, a profound sense of dread washing over her.

Given Beitang Yao's temperament, he would certainly not let this matter conclude without consequence.

"Then, what exactly do you mean?" He closed the distance, trapping her within his arms. Their foreheads touched, and their gazes locked, the proximity between them almost suffocating.

"Young Master, Miss Gu..." Xia Qingqian's body trembled, and before she could finish her sentence, Beitang Yao's lips sealed hers. She pressed her hands against his chest, straining with all her might to push him away, but the more she struggled, the tighter his embrace became.

Her back was pressed against the wall, his imposing presence before her making it difficult to draw a full breath. He pulled away from her lips, moving to her cheek, his kisses finding the bruises there. She seized the opportunity to gasp for air, tears involuntarily escaping her eyes.

"Don't cry. Does it still ache here?" His kisses, gentle and tender, landed on her bruised skin, cherishing the spot as if it were a priceless treasure. He couldn't pinpoint when his feelings for her had deepened. Witnessing her tears, he repeatedly questioned himself: what hardships had she endured?

Initially, Xia Qingqian felt numb, but Beitang Yao's soft voice echoed in her ears, striking a resonant chord within her heart, causing her body to instinctively relax.

Finding her response unsatisfactory, Beitang Yao kissed her lips again, then swept her into his arms and headed towards the grand bed.

As her body was lifted, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself. But reason quickly returned, and with tear-filled eyes, she looked at Beitang Yao and murmured, "Young Master, please don't do this..."

His touch on her tears seemed to soften his heart a fraction. This infuriating woman truly had a way of making him lose all self-control.

He gently placed her on the bed and sat beside her. He hadn't even expressed a desire for her, so why was she so unnerved? Observing her constant trembling only served to frustrate him.

"Don't act like that? Did I say I intended to touch you?" She had been tortured to this extent, yet he still felt inclined towards intimacy? Her body was covered in bruises; even if he couldn't resist, he would exercise restraint.

His words felt like sharp thorns, lightly pricking her nerves and causing her body to go numb.

"Young Master, Miss Gu is here. Please don't be like this, alright? I promise to uphold our agreement, but please, stop tormenting me, okay?" She pleaded through her sobs, her hand instinctively reaching out to grasp his trousers.