Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go Chapter 1127 - 1131: What Are You Doing

Clad in simple goose-yellow knitwear and casual blue-green pants, her long, smooth hair neatly pinned back, she possessed a striking beauty. Her pure, clean appearance captivated him, evoking the image of a pristine snow lotus atop a majestic, snow-capped mountain – untouched and flawless.

He approached, clasping her from behind, inhaling the delicate fragrance of her hair as he murmured, "What culinary delight are you preparing for a late-night bite?"

Xia Qingqian, caught off guard by Beitang Yao's sudden embrace in the kitchen, trembled. The spoon in her hand nearly slipped, but Beitang Yao's swift reflexes saved it.

"Phew!" she exhaled, her posture relaxing. "Young Master, Housekeeper Ye mentioned you hadn't eaten. Since Maria and Uncle Quan are away, I took the liberty to prepare some millet porridge for you..."

It was indeed a liberty. On a past visit to her father, she had prepared a lavish breakfast, only to be reprimanded and forbidden from entering his kitchen.

"Since when did you become so familiar with Ye Feng as to call him by his given name?" he inquired, his expression hardening. His grip tightened, his voice laced with displeasure and palpable jealousy. After all, she referred to him as 'Young Master' – a term that felt distant and sharp to his ears.

"Just call him Housekeeper Ye. There's no need to address other men by their names," he commanded, his domineering nature asserting itself. Everything and everyone belonging to him was subject to his control and care.

"Young Master, please release me. The millet porridge is almost ready. You should wait outside; the kitchen is filled with smoke and grease, which might soil your clothes." She slipped from his grasp, turned to face him, and spoke with a slight frown.

Beitang Yao's gaze followed her as she bustled about for him, his heart warming considerably.

Instead of leaving, he remained by the doorway, arms crossed, observing her with a subtle smile.

Xia Qingqian felt a prickle of unease under his scrutiny; his intense gaze sent a flush to her cheeks. She quickly averted her eyes, hesitant to look at him further, fearing a lapse in concentration.

Before long, Xia Qingqian turned off the heat, transferred the cooked millet porridge to an earthenware pot, and carried a bowl to the dining table. "Young Master, the porridge is ready for you now," she announced softly, placing the steaming, fragrant bowl before him.

He strode over, took a seat, and savored her attentive service.

Then, he drew her onto his lap, playfully asking, "Do you intend to feed me?"

Xia Qingqian was genuinely taken aback! Such an action from the Young Master seemed incongruous with his usual aloof and arrogant demeanor.

"Will you feed me, or not?" he pressed, bestowing a kiss upon her.

She scrambled up hastily. "Young Master, I have grease on my face!" Surely the famously fastidious Young Master wouldn't tolerate such a thing?

He scoffed at her concern. "You actually worry about that?" He chuckled, pulling her back onto his lap. His gaze flickered to the table, noting the single set of utensils. A hint of reluctance crossed his features at the thought of her going without. "Are you planning for us to share one set of utensils? It appears I've underestimated your intentions, but that's alright; we can share it together."

"Young Master, I'm not hungry. I already ate at the airport; this is for you," she clarified, hoping he would appreciate her thoughtfulness.