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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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159 Chs

Chapter 112

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The desolation of not being able to see Qianxue for the last time before death became an everlasting regret as his eyes closed for the final time. When grandma passed away, poor Qianxue was lying on the hospital bed, being resuscitated, almost joining grandma in death.

"Qianxue, grandma is doing well at the sanatorium, and once you're better, I'll take you to see her." He was terribly afraid that the news of grandma's passing would cast this fragile woman back into hell—as she had just returned from a close brush with death.

"Okay," Qianxue cuddled in his embrace, as quiet as a little kitten.

Snow began to fall from the sky, granules, one by one, falling inside the collar of his coat, piercingly cold and painful.

Leng Chenxuan stood at the doorstep of the apartment, bracing against the bitter wind, unable to step inside. His hand lifted, reaching out toward the gate, only to fall back weakly.