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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 83

Translator: 549690339

Qianxue's pretty face immediately flushed with embarrassment, and she wished she could burrow into the ground, so she deliberately increased the distance between herself and Huai'an.

Xu Huai'an, however, was hearty and unconcerned. Before the curious eyes of the onlookers, he carefully helped Qianxue sit down on a plastic chair in the corridor and said, "Don't take their words to heart, they are not the ones involved."

Qianxue clasped her small hands and lowered her head. If only it were really possible not to care; what she feared most now was encountering reporters, but unfortunately, Huai'an could not understand her feelings at all.

"Wait here for a moment. I'll go get you a cup of hot milk tea." Soon after, Huai'an stood up and, after giving her a considerate reminder, strode towards the end of the corridor with heads turning in surprise. His tall, lean figure stood upright.