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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 135

She was afraid, entangled with that man in some way.

Xu Huai'an was naturally overjoyed and hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead gently, "Let's set the wedding for two months from now. No matter what happens during this time, Qianxue, you have to trust me, okay?"

"Okay." Qianxue nestled her head into the nape of his neck, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. Not for Huai'an's words, but for a face that seemed both familiar and strange.

The next morning, Qianxue had that dream again, the dream filled with a sea of blood—blood everywhere, trickling out from her body, bit by bit, making it unbearably painful for her to breathe. And then, she woke up once more from Huai'an's embrace, panting heavily.

This time, she saw the face of that man in her dream; she dreamed that he was calling her urgently, running with her in his arms while his purple shirt was stained with blood.

She was awake, and yet her chest still ached.

Huai'an could only hold her tightly, his face full of worry.