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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 66

Her uncle's words didn't sink in; she just wandered as if walking in the clouds, cheeks burning with heat, unaware of how many floors they had ascended. It wasn't until she stood in front of room 1806 of the hotel that she realized her uncle had brought her to see Huai'an.

"…" She cleared her throat, her mind fuzzy as she leaned against the wall, her body gradually growing hotter. She tried hard to think of Huai'an's face; since it was this way, she might as well see him.

Yin Chuyong cast a restless glance at her, pressed the doorbell, his old face scanning left and right, a thread of nervousness visible. At this moment, he was calculating how to play his cards right, after all, he was engaged in something shady.

A minute later, the door opened. There stood Leng Chenxuan, bare-chested and about to take a cold shower, who burst into a tirade, "Damn it, what do you want now?"