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Caged by the Billionaire

“Squeal———” The screeching of emergency brakes tore through the entire night sky. Her body, like a broken bag, was flung onto the windshield, and then, rolled down to the ground viciously. That light purple evening gown was soon soaked red with the blood gushing down her legs. In the pool of blood, she lay silently on the ground, with only the images of his entanglement with that woman at the wedding lingering in her mind… Four years of entanglement, a single contract. He was President Leng, the finance mogul who could summon the wind and call the rain, icily imposing, his authority unchallenged. On a rainy night after breaking up with his beloved girlfriend, he found her, a helpless and orphaned girl, at the head of the bridge. He didn't love her, yet he made her his woman, a woman to bear his children. He had always just been used to her presence, until that night, when he saw her lying in a pool of blood with his child… She was the mute orphan who had relied solely on Ah Mo since childhood, born into hardship, calm and resilient. At the age of eighteen, to escape a fate of being sold by her uncle, she fled the small fishing village and met the cold and lofty him in the strange city. He paid for Ah Mo’s medical expenses, for her university education, they were entwined night and day, but all for the sake of a heir. That night, a car accident, a miscarriage, a broken heart, all she could do was leave in sorrow… [Note] The story is slightly tragic throughout but has a fulfilling conclusion. Finished work by Anxiang http://read.xxsy.net/info/162141.html Zuifei Crime http://read.xxsy.net/info/212178.html “Torture the Concubine”

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147 Chs

Chapter 37

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"Slap!" What grandma rewarded him with was a harsh slap on the ear. "Why won't you leave Qianxue alone?" And this Master Ma beside her, short and shriveled, garishly vulgar, still unmarried at forty, must have some hidden illness. Is it Qianxue's fortune to marry him?

"You decrepit hag." That slap finally enraged Yin Chuyong, who shoved grandma aside, strode forward, and without a word, grabbed Qianxue's wrist and dragged her toward Ma Jinshan's embrace.

"Today, you're getting married whether you like it or not." Because he had already gotten his hands on that 700,000. To be safe, he had locked all the doors in the house and even prepared ropes. With his heart steeled, he couldn't be bothered to dawdle with them any longer.

Qianxue struggled, but seeing grandma lying on the ground, unable to get up, her tears flowing and calling out to her, Qianxue felt her heart wrench. She sobbed and writhed, ultimately no match for the strength of the two men.