Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go Chapter 1141 - 1145: You Have No Choice

"Xia Qingqian, do you think you can make a clean getaway? Do you imagine for a second that I would simply release you?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Stop dreaming!" The vehicle had already departed the grand villa, its destination firmly set towards the company offices.

She struggled for breath, the air within the confined space of the car feeling thick and suffocating, leaving her too intimidated to utter a word. After the events that had just transpired, she finally grasped the unpredictable nature of Beitang Yao's temperament.

When he showered you with kindness, it was so overwhelming it felt surreal, like a fleeting dream. But upon waking, reality would reassert itself, and everything would return to its rightful place.

"We only have three years," she murmured softly, her gaze drifting towards the window, and then she fell silent.

As she watched the passing scenery blur by, a profound sense of melancholy weighed heavily on her heart.

"The duration is my decision; you have no say in the matter!" he declared, his tone hardening slightly, and the car surged forward with even greater speed!

He harbored a strong premonition that this woman would inevitably bring him trouble; he truly wished to avoid being constantly entangled in her affairs.

What mattered most at this moment was to swiftly conclude the current business, return to the country without delay, and then decisively part ways with this woman. He had no desire for her to be out and about; what era had it become? His woman was expected to work alongside him? He must have lost his mind to have even allocated her a space in his office.

Xia Qingqian could only offer a quiet, internal sigh. While the previous night had been perhaps overwhelming, it also represented the most beautiful moment she had ever experienced. Although he had compelled her to address him by his name directly, she had to admit, she found herself enjoying it.

She candidly acknowledged a peculiar streak of masochism within herself; she relished being playfully tormented by Beitang Yao in such a seemingly harmless and painless manner.

Ha-ha, she truly was quite the pervert!

Upon their arrival at the company building, Beitang Yao exited the vehicle, circled to her side of the car, and opened her door with a flourish.

His expression remained impassive as he observed her stepping out. He then grasped her wrist, abruptly shut the car door, and pulled her decisively towards the main lobby. In his presence, no one dared to voice any opinions regarding the woman accompanying President Beitang Yao. However, in hushed tones, they would often speculate about Beitang Yao's questionable taste.

The underlying sentiment was that a young woman like Xia Qingqian was hardly a suitable match for Beitang Yao, and they were baffled as to what enchanting spell she might have cast upon him to capture his attention.

Yet, they were all overlooking a crucial detail: for a man of Beitang Yao's standing, he could have any woman he desired, but ultimately, it was his own personal choice that held true significance for him!

Throughout the entirety of the meeting, Beitang Yao maintained a stern demeanor. Everyone present inwardly prayed for the proceedings to conclude swiftly. However, upon further reflection, they realized this was Beitang Yao's final meeting before his imminent departure back to his home country. This realization placed them in a peculiar predicament, prompting a contradictory wish for the meeting to extend. Once their esteemed boss departed, who knew when they would ever have another opportunity to be in such close proximity to him?

Ah, the inherent contradictions of office workers indeed! Gazing upon their handsome superior, they found themselves wishing for time to stand still, even just for a fleeting minute, purely to etch the image of his striking features permanently into their memories!

Xia Qingqian remained seated quietly on the side, diligently taking notes of the meeting's key points without uttering a single sound. Beitang Yao was positioned beside her, making her feel as though she were perched precariously on a bed of needles, utterly uneasy. Her gaze repeatedly flickered to the time displayed on her wrist, the minutes stretching out with agonizing slowness.