C2 Bear with It

Her hands hurt, but Qing Lee did not care. She looked at the cold man in front of her. Her heart was bleeding from the injury, but there was still a bright smile on her face. "I know. I don't want anything. Don't worry." What I want is only your heart. The last sentence. Qing Lee said quietly in her heart.

Her sensibility did not attract Xi Yan's good impression. Instead, it made him feel that this woman in front of him was pretending. The disgust in his heart towards her could not help but increase a little. He did not even look at her before he hugged Su Ya and went up to the second floor.

Qing Lee stood at the bottom of the building. When she thought of Su Ya's proud expression when she was about to go up the stairs, she could not help but clench her fists. Was Su Ya declaring war on her?

She could tolerate Xi Yan's first-rate wind and could not be bothered with it. But why did he bring another woman over during the night of their wedding night? Did he hate her so much?

Her heart ached a little more.

Qing Lee was a persistent and persistent person. She cheered herself up in her heart and quickly chased upstairs.

She had to explain to Xi Yan clearly that she could not let Xi Yan misunderstand her.

She ran up to the second floor and came to the new room that belonged to them. Only Su Ya was lying on her side on the huge double bed. She fiddled with her hair amorously. She saw Qing Lee come in. A proud smile appeared on her face, "Yo, the bride is here. Hehe. Xi Yan was taking a shower. Why are you looking for him?

She had a high and mighty look on her face as if she was the mistress of the house. She did not put Qing Lee in her eyes at all.

From Xi Yan's attitude today, she could tell that Xi Yan did not have this woman in his heart at all. She originally thought that she would not have a chance after Xi Yan got married, but she did not expect that he would bring her back to the villa on the night of his wedding. She was still in his new house.

Since Xi Yan didn't have that woman in his heart, then she didn't need to be polite to her.

"This is my home and my room. Su Ya, please go out." Qing Lee heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom and guessed that Xi Yan would not be able to hear it. So she magnified the sound and looked at Su Ya with anger. Seeing that she did not have any intention of getting up, she opened her mouth again, "Don't force me to do it."

At this time, the bathroom door opened and Xi Yan walked out of the bathroom. His hair was still dripping with water and there was only a line of soap around his waist, revealing his strong chest and long legs. He was very sexy.

He looked coldly at Qing Lee and narrowed his eyes. "How do you want to do it?"

"I..." Qing Lee took a step back and her hands tightly twisted together. "Today is our wedding day. What do you mean by bringing her back?" Qing Lee mustered her courage and stared at Xi Yan with her eyes wide open because of excitement. A charming blush appeared on her face.

"What do you mean? Of course it is..." Su Ya interrupted proudly and was coldly looked at by Xi Yan. She immediately shut her mouth and could not be angry with Xi Yan. She could only look at Qing Lee angrily. That damned woman. If it wasn't for her disrupting the situation, she and Xi Yan would have been in a mess right now.

"What do you mean? Do you want to know?" Xi Yan took a step forward, his deep voice carrying a hint of ridicule.

The man's warm breath was beside his ear, mixed with a nice smell of Mu Ze's fragrance as he pounced towards Qing Lee. Such close contact made Qing Lee's face turn red, but the dangerous breath that came from Xi Yan's body. Again! Qing Lee had no choice but to take a step back and increase the distance between them.

When she took a step back, Xi Yan took another step forward until Qing Lee had nowhere to retreat to. He was trapped between Xi Yan's chest and the wall by his strong arms.

Qing Lee's heart was beating like a drum. She lowered her head and the blush spread all the way to her ears.

Xi Yan lowered his head and smiled devilishly near her ear. "You make me sick. I would rather do it with other women than touch you. Do you understand?"

Qing Lee's body clearly stiffened. She looked up. Tears had already blurred her eyes. Looking at the man she had loved for twelve years, she could not help feeling a heartache.

Did he hate her that much? So much so that he would rather find another man than touch her.

Suppressing the pain in her heart, Qing Lee clenched her fists. Her pair of eyes that had been washed by tears were exceptionally bright. Her firm gaze made the smile on Xi Yan's lips slowly fade. "If you hate me because Grandfather forced you to marry me, I can tell you clearly. Even if you marry me, I won't interfere with your freedom, and I won't covet anything from you. You can rest assured.

Xi Yan didn't let go of his tightly knitted brows because of her explanation. On the contrary, he left with a gloomy expression, as if the mountain wind was about to come.

"Get out!"

Qing Lee had always felt that Xi Yan's voice was pleasant to hear, deep and magnetic. She would even secretly record his voice and hide in bed to listen to it every night. But now... Xi Yan's voice was like the coldest devil voice from hell, making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave. Her entire body was frozen.

Qing Lee didn't know how she got out of the house. When she came back to her senses, she was already sitting on the sofa downstairs. Behind her stood the worried Aunt Sun. Seeing her move, she could not help but say worriedly, "Young Madam, Young Master, he..."

"Aunt Sun, help me tidy up a guest room." Qing Lee gave her a pale and weak smile.

That pale look made Aunt Sun's heart ache. She watched the young mistress grow up. Such an obedient child, the young master really did not know how to cherish it. All the regrets turned into a sigh. Aunt Sun quietly left to clean up the guest room.

When Xi Yan went downstairs, he saw Qing Lee's absent-minded look. She sat alone on the sofa, her eyes looking at an unknown time. It was no longer as lively as before, but more dazed, just like a doll with no thoughts.

For some reason, Xi Yan's anger, which had just gone down, surged up again. He wished he could burn Qing Lee to ashes. He strode to the sofa, reached out his big hand, and roughly pulled Qing Lee up from the sofa.

Qing Lee looked at him in pain. She did not struggle and was quietly dragged by him into the room next to the new house. Once in the room, Xi Yan threw her onto the bed. "From now on, this is your room."

Suppressing the pain on her wrist, Qing Lee sat up and said with a smile, "I can sleep in the guest room downstairs. I will leave the space upstairs for you guys."