novelraw Chapter 1003 - 1007: Going Through the Motions
Chapter 1003 - 1007: Going Through the Motions
The only person he truly respected and cherished was his grandfather. It was because of his grandfather’s blessing that his father and mother’s marriage even happened. Grandfather treated him like a treasure, and his heart could feel who treated him well.Grandfather is now in the castle, nursing an illness, but he never goes back to visit, mainly because he doesn’t want to face that man, the man who gave him life yet turns a blind eye to him!
But grandfather had the family doctor convey that his days are numbered, and his greatest regret is not being able to hold a great-grandchild, but he wishes to witness Beitang Yao’s love while still alive, to see him find a woman he loves and get married.
Anyway, as long as he goes through the motions, he could casually find a woman to fill the role. In his heart, long locked away, he no longer believed in the existence of pure love in this world.
Although the sandalwood door was soundproof, it was not at all for Xia Qingqian, who was standing outside. She heard every word Beitang Yao said, and she could even sense the faint melancholy emanating from him...
Hearing his conversation with Beitang Huan, her heart suddenly trembled, and her breathing became increasingly difficult! She shouldn’t be eavesdropping on the young master’s family matters, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move away.
Beitang Huan loves the young master... it turns out they’re not biological siblings? Miss Beitang Huan has always loved the young master, and it seems that in her eyes, any woman who approaches the young master is a greedy, vain woman, utterly unworthy of loving Beitang Yao.
Piecing it together, all the facts surfaced before her eyes. Had she been kidnapped at Beitang Huan’s orders? Did Beitang Huan hate her so much to the bone?
She timidly put her hand on the doorknob and gently pushed the door half-open, only to see Beitang Yao slumped in the leather chair, gasping for air.
Xia Qingqian was taken aback, watching Beitang Yao’s increasingly rapid breathing, her heart grew more and more anxious. She couldn’t care about anything else, quickly pushed the door open, and ran over with urgency and panic, standing by Beitang Yao’s side to support him, "Young Master, Young Master, are you okay? What’s wrong with you?"
But Beitang Yao’s breathing grew more severe, pressing against his chest, gasping for large breaths, his complexion pale.
Always elegant and noble, cold and strong, Beitang Yao suddenly turned fragile. He pushed Xia Qingqian away, took out an asthma inhaler from the drawer, and sprayed several pumps into his nostrils.
As he gradually regained his breath, he took a deep breath, half-closed his eyes, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "Who gave you permission to come in?!"
His long fingers extended, pointing at the study’s door, "Get out!"
"Young Master, do you have asthma?" Xia Qingqian looked worried, knowing that the young master was angry because she had witnessed his asthma attack. Since the young master cared for her so much, she couldn’t just ignore him after seeing him suffer.
"Are you deaf?! My affairs are none of your concern!" Beitang Yao was still leaning against the chair, his whole body exhausted, only his face’s expression was ashen.
Xia Qingqian was initially stunned, then dared to move in front of Beitang Yao, crouched down to pick up the scattered documents on the floor, and neatly arranged them on the table.
But she did not leave, just quietly stood aside, waiting for Beitang Yao’s breathing to gradually calm down. Only then did she slowly begin to speak, "Young Master, are you feeling better now?"