Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go-Chapter 943 - 945: I Haven’t Rinsed My Mouth Yet... Hey!

Uncle Quan felt a warmth in his heart, this girl... really doesn’t know how to describe her.

However, what surprised Uncle Quan even more was that this girl broke the vase the Young Master cherished most, and he didn’t take any action. Could it be that the Young Master has let go of the past and wants to start a new life? If so, that would be wonderful, and this girl truly has charm and capability.

If Madam knew that someone would always care for the Young Master, love him, and complete the love she hadn’t finished, she would surely be relieved.

Beitang Yao watched Xia Qingqian, this fool, smile so happily at Uncle Quan, and his anger began to rise again. He frowned slightly and urged the dawdling Xia Qingqian again.

But Xia Qingqian seemed determined to ignore him, leisurely drinking the bird’s nest porridge, and then burped contentedly, extremely lacking in etiquette. Beitang Yao’s face darkened, his expression covered in thick black lines.

"Young Master, I... hic..." Xia Qingqian wanted to say something but unexpectedly burped again as soon as she spoke. Her sidelong glance caught sight of Beitang Yao’s extremely displeased expression, and she deliberately burped again before slowly saying, "I keep burping, are you sure you’re not afraid I’ll embarrass you and ruin your image?" She knew how much Beitang Yao, whose face was darker than Lord Bao, cared about appearances, and given her current situation, he might find her distasteful.

She secretly congratulated herself on her cleverness, but the next moment, a cold voice was like a splash of cold water, extinguishing her joy from head to toe: "That’s even better, I want to see you embarrass yourself and be laughed at by everyone."

Xia Qingqian swallowed and accidentally choked herself, and then a strong force covered her soft palm, pulling her up from the dining table and leading her toward the night.

"Hey, hey, hey—I haven’t rinsed my mouth yet—" Xia Qingqian stepped with small, clattering steps, extending her other hand to slap Beitang Yao’s devilish hand. Didn’t he say she should rinse her mouth to avoid the air filled with the scent of bird’s nest porridge?

Beitang Yao didn’t even bother to acknowledge her and continued to push and pull her toward his car.

"Let go of me, what are you doing! I don’t have the right to attend such a grand event, let go of me!" Xia Qingqian kept struggling, "If you don’t let go, I’ll scream!"

But Beitang Yao did not yield to her threats and treated her words as if they were just passing noises.

Until they stopped beside the car, Beitang Yao intended to shove her inside. Xia Qingqian became furious, frowned, and shouted.

Unexpectedly, before she could utter the words, Beitang Yao stepped forward to stop her, covered her little mouth, and stuffed her into the car.

She went straight for the driver’s seat, and as Beitang Yao leaned in with half his body, she tightly gripped the armrest on the driver’s seat, trying to keep him out. But Beitang Yao’s strength was formidable, and she was no match for him. He first frowned, then a sinister smirk appeared on his lips, and then his whole body leaned against Xia Qingqian, pressing her so tightly she could hardly breathe.

Just wanting to push away Beitang Yao, unexpectedly he acted like a scoundrel, rubbing against her soft chest, sending shivers through her heart and causing her to frown in distress! What was he doing! The always elegant and indifferent him, how could he perform such... things he despised?