Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go Chapter 1136 - 1140: Gloating Over Misfortune

"Yao!" Her face flushed crimson, and she quickly revised her address. It wasn't entirely her fault; she had always addressed him as Young Master previously, and who would have imagined that last night he desired her to use his given name?

Having corrected herself, she scurried away with her head bowed. Upon reaching the threshold, she inadvertently struck the doorframe. With a stifled yelp of pain, she felt overwhelmingly mortified. Clutching her forehead, she vanished from Beitang Yao's view, wincing from the discomfort.

Being observed in such a clumsy state by him ignited a flicker of irritation within her.

Beitang Yao observed her inattentive gait as she collided with the door, and his spirits soared. His laughter was not a display of schadenfreude or gloating over her mishap, but rather an amusement at her sheer, unadulterated foolishness. How could one possibly collide with such a substantial doorway?

The resounding thud must have inflicted considerable pain upon that naive girl. He surmised, given her reticent disposition, that she would undoubtedly endure the discomfort without seeking any remedy. It was akin to how she had acquiesced to his advances despite feeling unwell; since she offered no resistance, he saw no reason to restrain himself.

Indeed, what a silly girl she was, so endearingly foolish. He found himself with every reason to cherish her, did he not?

Beitang Yao proceeded to retrieve a tube of ointment, placing it upon the desk. Following the completion of the remaining documents, she had also prepared breakfast. As he descended, she emerged from the kitchen, bearing a small pot of congee.

His gaze immediately landed upon her forehead. As expected, he discerned a sizable patch of redness and a small, swollen bump. The sight was so prominent that it caused an inexplicable pang in his chest.

Beitang Yao strode towards her. Xia Qingqian, noticing his approach, greeted him with a smile, "Yao, you're here. Breakfast is ready."

He approached, took her hand, and pressed a kiss to it before bringing it to his lips. With his other hand, he gently caressed her bruised forehead, shaking his head with a soft sigh, "Did you forget to use your eyes? Are they merely for decoration?" A hint of displeasure tinged his voice; she was genuinely a cause for concern.

"Yao, I am quite alright. I will go and bring out the dishes." Upon hearing his gentle sigh, she felt an inexplicable nervousness, perpetually wondering if it was merely her misperception that the Young Master would exhibit such tender gestures towards her.

"Silly girl, remain seated. It's so inflamed; how can you refrain from applying some medicine?" With a tube of ointment in hand, he guided her shoulders, motioning for her to sit in a chair. Xia Qingqian watched, mesmerized, as he unscrewed the cap, dispensed a portion of the ointment onto his fingertip, and delicately massaged it onto her forehead.

As the cooling balm met her skin, a faint stinging sensation spread across her forehead, causing her nose to prickle and her eyes to well up slightly. She found herself unable to withstand such tender ministrations, especially from Beitang Yao.

His gaze drifted to the mark upon her finger, and his heart experienced an unforeseen tremor. He resolved then and there to seek retribution for her concerning this blemish. If not presently, he would seize a future opportunity to ensure justice was served by Gu Ziqian.

"Xia Qingqian, how can you be so foolish? So foolish that you don't even know how to retaliate when struck, so foolish you'd injure your own forehead against a doorframe – does the doorframe hold a personal vendetta against you?" He lightly tapped the top of her head, adding, "Should you damage my possessions, you would lack the means to compensate." This particular door was crafted from premium sandalwood and incorporated advanced technology; even her entire being, if sold, wouldn't equate to its value.