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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 145

"Kindergarten?" The man raised an eyebrow, looking over at her. "Are you picking up a child or looking for someone?"

"I'm picking up Tong Tong. Please hurry, or it'll be too late. What time is it now?" Qianxue blurted out without thinking, her small face wrinkled with urgency.

The man looked at his watch: "4:20." Then, knitting his brows, he asked again, "Who's Tong Tong?"

"Tong Tong is..." Qianxue glanced at him, intending not to answer. "The light's green, drive, please. Can you make it to XX Kindergarten in ten minutes? Ten minutes."

"Should be no problem, but you still haven't told me who Tong Tong is," the man said as he started the car, persistently seeking his answer.

Qianxue felt helpless: "Tong Tong is a three-year-old little boy, OK? Can we go now? There's no time to spare, I'm afraid Tong Tong might run off."