Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go Chapter 1365 - 1369: Reaping What You Sow

Fluent in several languages, not to mention an extraordinary perseverance, no matter how he tried to suppress her, she was always like an unyielding little cockroach. And now, she has become the Chess King?

Does he really not know her, or is she just hiding it well?

However, the woman he fancies, how can she achieve nothing and be like a puppet for decoration, right?

Thinking of this, he clenched his fist and rested it against his forehead, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth. This action was caught by Ye Feng, who glanced at the rearview mirror. Ye Feng also broke into a smile. The Young Master he has known for a full ten years has never smiled, not even shown any expression, always maintaining a face as cold as the deep winter ice!

Ever since Xia Qingqian appeared by his side, the Young Master has changed, completely changed. He would be concerned about Xia Qingqian’s matters, and his emotions became unpredictable, with increasingly expressive features.

Occasionally, even somewhat childish.

The man always mature and steady, turning childish must mean he is in love.

Although the Young Master has not explicitly said he loves Xia Qingqian, just from his pampering of her, it’s definitely something only lovers do!

As they passed by Madam Rong’s villa, a tinge of anger flashed across Beitang Yao’s brows. He said in a deep voice, "Ye Feng, stop the car here!"

"Yes, Young Master!" Ye Feng quickly braked, looking out the window. Seeing it was Madam Rong’s villa, he felt a bit uneasy. Is the Young Master going to trouble Madam Rong?

Ye Feng parked the car and hurried out, walking around to Beitang Yao’s car door, and opened it: "Young Master."

Beitang Yao’s cold fierce eyes, slightly narrowed, his thin lips already pressed into a straight line, he stepped out of the car with a tense face!

When he stood at the villa’s entrance, the servants stopped their actions and bowed to Beitang Yao, "Young Master Yao!"

And the servant who had just come out of the house saw Beitang Yao at the main entrance and quickly stumbled back inside, hurrying to report to Madam Rong and Mr. Rong sitting on the living room sofa: "Master, Madam! Young Master Yao is here!"

"You say Yao is here?" a puzzled male voice chimed in, then glanced at a somewhat flustered Madam Rong beside him, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Yes, Master," said the servant.

"Then you go prepare coffee," Mr. Rong said to the servant.

"Oh, Master, my head hurts a little, I’ll go rest for now..." Madam Rong wanted to excuse herself, but the moment she turned, she felt a pressing dark cloud overhead!

Accompanied by a cold, chilling wind blowing in!

Madam Rong saw the cold charming figure before her, and her body involuntarily shivered! Avoiding is probably impossible now! Because she saw the icy shards reflecting from his eyes, sharply refracting toward her!

"You created the trouble yourself, and you must bear it yourself!" Mr. Rong understood Beitang Yao; he definitely wouldn’t come here without reason! Moreover, from Beitang Yao’s gaze, he could see that his wife had indeed offended Beitang Yao! At least crossed his bottom line!

Thinking of this, Mr. Rong stepped forward, a smile on his face, saying, "Yao, you’ve come back?"

Beitang Yao furrowed his brow and glanced at Madam Rong, snorting coldly, "Uncle, please keep your Madam Rong in check! When did my affairs become her concern? Or do you want her to be driven out of the castle?"

"To provoke a tiger is courting death!"