Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go Chapter 1128 - 1132: Idiot

Noticing the dark circles beneath his eyes and his gaunt appearance, her heart ached. Instinctively, she reached out, her fingers brushing his cheek. "Young Master, you've lost weight."

His expression darkened, and he retorted coolly, "Stop calling me Young Master! Call me by my name!" He inwardly grumbled about this foolish woman's constant habit of addressing him as Young Master.

Xia Qingqian felt a flush of embarrassment. She'd accidentally uttered his name, "Ye Feng," only to be caught red-handed, and now he was making such a fuss about it!

"Beitang... Yao..." She faltered, the name feeling awkward on her tongue after so long; she quickly added, "Young Master..."

Afraid to meet his gaze, she felt a shiver crawl up her spine from the chilling aura he exuded.

"Idiot!" He flicked her forehead lightly, a hint of irritation in his voice. "It's Yao!"

"Huh? Young Master, would you like some porridge?" She reached for the bowl, but he instantly intercepted her hand.

"What porridge? I told you to call me Yao!" His face contorted, unable to comprehend if she was deliberately defying him.

"Hmm?" She furrowed her brow, her mind still clouded, not quite grasping his meaning.

"Call me by my name! I am Beitang, single character Yao!" He questioned inwardly, daring to utter his full name, was she tired of living?

Xia Qingqian's heart skipped a beat, a sense of dizziness washing over her. Her eyes felt warm, almost blurring with tears. "Young Master..."

"Still at it? Haven't you learned?" He felt an urge to pry open her head and see what was inside; she never seemed to learn!

"Yao..." She leaned forward slightly, her voice laced with anxiety, genuinely afraid he might flick her again. "How can you act like this? This isn't like you at all."

"How do I normally speak?" He pulled her into an embrace, bringing her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss upon it.

"Y... Yao," she still felt awkward, realizing her slip-up and quickly correcting herself. "Drink your porridge first, okay? You've really lost weight."

"Then, do you pity me?" His deep voice whispered by her ear. "You're as thin as a rail too. Don't you know it hurts when you press against me like that?" He reached out, pinching her arm in an attempt to find some flesh, but found none.

"Uh, I just can't seem to gain weight. I really do eat a lot normally," she replied, remaining still as he gently manipulated her.

"Dressed like that, haven't you touched the money in your card?" He had given her a black card, pre-loaded with a six-figure sum, more than enough for her to indulge. Why wasn't she enjoying herself?

Xia Qingqian shook her head, murmuring softly, "As long as the clothes are comfortable to wear, it's fine. There's no need to buy too much; besides, you've already helped me so much. I have no reason to use your money."

For some inexplicable reason, hearing Xia Qingqian's words stirred a complex blend of guilt and joy within Beitang Yao. This silly woman, truly a fool! He offered her wealth, and she didn't appreciate it. While other women craved his riches, why was she so oblivious?

To Xia Qingqian, the two million yuan represented a sum far beyond any verbal or numerical expression; she knew she could never accumulate such an amount, even in ten lifetimes.

"Money is meant to be spent and enjoyed, not hoarded. Why save it?" He had deposited eighty thousand yuan into her account twice, wondering what she had done with it, yet not a single cent had been touched.