After the door closed, Qiao Qianxue looked at the stack of cash on the bed and let out a cold laugh. Beigong Cang had underestimated her. She wanted more than just this insignificant amount of money. As long as she was pregnant, as long as she was the mother to the future heir of the Beigong Family, someday she would become the matriarch of the Beigong Family.
And that one thousand yuan, she gripped tightly in her hand; she needed it, too.
Leaving the hotel, the cold wind brushed against Beigong Cang's face. He let out a long breath; this afternoon had been utterly dreadful!
He strode towards his company building across the street. It was closing time now, and the street was met with a red light, the cars lined up in a long queue.
Beigong Cang walked briskly over the pedestrian crossing, but his steps suddenly halted on the crosswalk. His gaze fixated on the red car stopped in front of him. The driver inside was...
"Duoer," Beigong Cang whispered.