The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Xia Beiqing gave a dry cough and mumbled: "I was so bored, I went out and strolled around, isn't this coming back right away!"

Jun Siche leaned on the sofa and sneered from his throat: "Don't think I don't know, you are looking for the Shen Zhiyu, or I stopped it, the news would have reached my dad long ago. He knew that you were entangled with a man, and you know what the consequences are!"

Xia Beiqing suddenly raised his head, and when he met the man's fierce gaze, he immediately stunned, and for a while, he didn't know what to say.

"Before I could be fooling around as if you were ignorant, you were young, and it was okay to play, but now? You haven't figured it out yet? He is a man, do you still want to bring him into the house? You should know that this Impossible." Jun Sito's nonchalant voice echoed in the hall: "What's more, there are so many grievances between you and him, you all know that he is the younger brother of that woman, and you have to look for him. , Xia Beiqing, can you be a bit stubborn?!"

Xia Beiqing retorted in a low voice, "Isn't that the same for you, saying that you want to dissolve the marriage contract with your sister-in-law, and in a blink of an eye they went to her again and brought her home..."

"What are you talking about?!" Jun Siche straightened up instantly and roared.

Xia Beiqing shook his head in fright, and dared not say anything.

"Others are hiding from you in Shuo Country, don't you know? Starting today, you are not allowed to see him again." Jun Si Che's tone is beyond doubt.

"Brother Che!" Xia Bei looked at Jun Si Che with wide-eyed eyes. The next second, he knelt on the ground with a plop.

Even Uncle Zou was taken aback: "Master Bei Qing, you..."

Xia Beiqin's waist was straight, his eyes were firm and hot, and he said clearly: "Brother Che, let me see him, I will not be messed up, I really can't stand it anymore, I feel I'm dying, I only feel... I'm alive when I see him, please, Brother Che..."

Jun Siche looked indifferent, without a trace of movement: "Then you can kneel and die here."

After that, he got up from the sofa and walked around Xia Beiqin, without even looking at it, he walked towards the second floor.

Uncle Zou hurried to Xia Beiqin's face, trying to pull Xia Beiqin up: "Master Beiqin, get up quickly, you can't stand it while kneeling like this."

Xia Beiqing threw away Uncle Zou's hand with a stubborn look: "When will Brother Che let me see him, when will I get up again."

"You... why are you doing this?"

"Bo Zou, leave him alone! If he wants to kneel, let him kneel!" Jun Siche came from the second floor with an angry voice.

Uncle Zou glanced at Xia Beiqin and then at the second floor, really feeling embarrassed on both sides.

As the setting sun fell, in the gradually dimming hall, only Xia Beiqing's thin figure knelt on the ground, and the servants hid in the kitchen to peek. Although worried, they did not dare to persuade.

When it was only dinner, Bo Zou went to him with food.

"Master Bei Qing, you can eat some food first, even if you have to kneel, you can't be hungry!"

Xia Beiqing didn't respond, just lowered his head and looked at the floor. The mirror-like floor reflected his dead eyes, which was no longer as clear and vivid as before.

In the dead of night, the cold wind poured into the hall. Xia Beiqin felt a tingling in his knees, and gradually became completely numb. He hugged the cold body tightly, his pale lips trembling.