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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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Chapter 80

An intruder? She startled away all drowsiness, stood up, and quickly grabbed a vase from the corner and fumbled along the wall toward it. It wasn't completely dark yet outside, as there was still some light, but because the figure was backlit, she couldn't make out his face for a moment, only knowing he was a tall and straight man.

The doors and windows rattled a few times then stilled, and the silhouette calmly stood there, waiting for her to open the door. Her heart pounded 'thump thump', her palms slick with sweat, Should she go and tell Aunt Huang first? After all, the intruder was a man.

"Qianxue, it's me." The figure finally spoke softly and tapped the glass door again, seemingly aware of her fright.

Crash—Qianxue accidentally dropped the vase to the floor. God, that voice, how could it be Huai'an's voice? Although she hadn't seen Huai'an for over four years, she had his voice etched in her heart.