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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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247 Chs

Chapter 104

Leng Chenxuan swiftly parked the car in the garage and strode straight up to the second floor, his large palm twisting the doorknob of his own room open.

The curtains fluttered, the room was pitch black, and there was no sign of the petite woman, but a faint, alluring fragrance invaded his nostrils.

She really did live here, but where was she now?

"Where is Yin Qianxue?" he asked, grabbing a passing maid in haste.

"The young mistress might be with Mrs. Xianglan."

"The young mistress?" he murmured and then let go of the maid and walked toward the third floor where Lin Xianglan and her son resided. Before he reached the door, he heard Leng Yuntuo's voice inside: "This kind of tree is harder than steel, and bullets that hit it are like hitting a thick steel plate, not moving an inch. Look, this is the bark I cut from its trunk this morning... I didn't expect the Leng Residence to have planted one, probably for ornamental use..."