When Fu Beichen saw Xia Qianqian tied up, looking like a pitiful victim at the mercy of others, an indescribable fury and viciousness rose in his chest.
Whatever else she was, she was a woman who’d been with him. How could anyone treat her so cruelly?
He spoke coldly. “Song Tao!”
“Take that old bald bastard on the floor outside and beat him within an inch of his life!”
“And while you’re at it, cripple his third leg!”
Song Tao nodded at once. “Understood!”
He hated men who bullied women too weak to defend themselves more than anything.
He directed the two well-trained bodyguards behind him to seize Boss Wang from the floor.
Boss Wang had just been thrown to the floor beside the bed, and the pain had nearly turned his insides upside down.
At the sound of the man’s order, he began to tremble with fear.
The two bodyguards were closing in on him, their faces expressionless.
He shouted in a panic, “Wait! Do you know who I am?”
“I’m Boss Wang of Fengxing Company. You dare lay a hand on me?!”
Song Tao remained expressionless, his contempt plain. “Fengxing Company? Why would I bother remembering the boss of some tiny little company?”
“Take him away!”
The two bodyguards hauled Boss Wang to his feet. He stared at them wide-eyed, fear swelling inside him.
“W-who are you people?”
Song Tao said, “You’re not worthy of knowing!”
Song Tao and the two bodyguards took Boss Wang away, leaving Fu Beichen and Xia Qianqian alone.
Fu Beichen had already untied Xia Qianqian.
The moment she was free, the girl, tears shining in her eyes, threw herself into his arms.
It was as if she were desperately seeking the comfort of a warm, safe harbor.
She buried her face against his chest, her shoulders trembling as she sobbed helplessly.
It was as if she’d suffered a terrible hurt and injustice.
Fu Beichen’s body stiffened.
Her crying left him at a loss.
He didn’t know how to comfort her.
He had no experience soothing women.
His strong arm gently circled her slender waist.
He stayed perfectly still, letting her remain quietly in his arms until she calmed down.
After who knew how long, Xia Qianqian finally began to compose herself.
Realizing she was curled up in the man’s arms, crying, a flush of embarrassment crept over her face.
She immediately pulled away from him.
When she noticed that her tears had soaked more than half the front of his shirt, she blushed even harder.
“Thank you. Y-you saved me again…”
Seeing that Xia Qianqian had finally stopped crying, Fu Beichen felt slightly relieved.
He found women’s tears troublesome; he never knew what to do about them.
When Xia Qianqian thanked him, he replied coolly, “You’re welcome.”
Then, not wanting her to misunderstand, he added, “I don’t do things at a loss.”
Xia Qianqian’s face went pale.
She understood. He’d saved her because he wanted something from her.
He hadn’t done it out of kindness.
And the only reason he was willing to save her was…
Xia Qianqian bit her lip. “If I agree to have your child, will you give me five hundred thousand?”
Fu Beichen looked at her in surprise.
She was willing to have his child, and all she wanted was five hundred thousand?
The cost of having a child was considerable, after all.
But he’d already looked into her circumstances. He knew what she needed most right now was five hundred thousand.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been there, nearly assaulted by that old bald bastard just moments ago.
Fu Beichen fixed his dark eyes on Xia Qianqian’s face, watching closely for the slightest reaction.
“If you have my child, will you regret it?”
A bitter smile touched Xia Qianqian’s lips. Did she have any other choice?
Her grandmother needed five hundred thousand for treatment. Her biological father refused to lend it to her and had even sold her off as a wife to an old man.
Now her biological father and that Boss Wang from earlier were both eyeing her covetously. If she didn’t find someone powerful to protect her, they might scheme against her again.
If she agreed to have this man’s child, he would protect her, wouldn’t he?
And her grandmother’s medical expenses would be taken care of.
It was just that the price she had to pay was a little steep.
But she had no other choice.
Xia Qianqian nodded. “Yes. I won’t regret it.”
She didn’t understand why he wanted her to have his child, but this was her chance to turn her life around.
She didn’t want to let it slip by.
Fu Beichen’s gaze grew deeper.
To be honest, after their passionate night together, he was very satisfied with her body. They were remarkably compatible.
He’d even found it hard to get enough of her.
He’d always hated intimate contact with women and had no interest in the vapid women who threw themselves at him.
But he hadn’t expected his body not to reject her.
And with his parents pressuring him to marry and have children…
She did seem like an excellent choice.
“Fine. I expect you to keep your word. Don’t run away.”
He meant what she’d done that morning: asking him to pretend it had all been an accident before fleeing in a panic.
Xia Qianqian blushed. “I-I won’t run away again.”
He’d agreed to give her five hundred thousand. Why would she run?
“Um… could you transfer the five hundred thousand to me first?”
Her grandmother’s medical bills were due, and she urgently needed surgery. There was no time to lose!
Fu Beichen glanced at her, then took out his phone. “Take out yours. I’ll transfer it to you.”
Xia Qianqian reached into her pocket, and her face turned pale.
“Oh no. Boss Wang’s men took my phone.”
It had important personal information and all her contacts. She had to get it back.
She looked at Fu Beichen, helplessness in her eyes.
Under her pitiful gaze, Fu Beichen’s breath caught for no apparent reason.
She looked just like the soft, helpless little rabbit she’d been the night before, lying beneath him and begging weakly for him to let her go.
It made him want to take her completely, to torment her until she couldn’t take any more!
Fu Beichen forced himself to look away, turned, and made a call.
“Search Boss Wang’s men for a woman’s phone.”
“If they find one, bring it up.”
After a pause, he glanced at Xia Qianqian’s clothes, torn to shreds, and his expression turned colder.
“Also, get a set of women’s clothes.”
Song Tao asked, “CEO, what size?”
Fu Beichen turned and looked at Xia Qianqian. “What size do you wear?”
Xia Qianqian’s face turned faintly pink. “Um, medium.”
Fu Beichen’s gaze swept over her chest. “And your underwear?”
He’d measured her with his hands the night before and knew she was quite full. But he had no idea what sizes women’s underwear came in; he’d never looked into it.
Xia Qianqian blushed even more, wishing she could bury her head between her knees.
“My bra is a D… a D cup. For the panties, the smallest size is fine.”
Watching the woman’s face turn an alluring pink with embarrassment, Fu Beichen raised an eyebrow.
A D cup?
Was that considered large?
By the looks of it, it probably was.
He quickly gave Song Tao the sizes.
It wasn’t long before Song Tao returned with a white phone and a set of brand-new clothes.
It was Xia Qianqian’s phone. She hurriedly took it and checked it, then breathed a slight sigh of relief.
It hadn’t been damaged. Thank goodness.
Fu Beichen glanced at Xia Qianqian’s white phone. It was obviously a no-name brand, and the screen was cracked, yet she held it as if it were precious.
His brows drew together despite himself.
Xia Qianqian was deeply grateful. “Thank you for getting my phone back.”
Fu Beichen replied coolly, “It’s nothing. Your phone’s broken. You should get a new one.”
“It still works. I don’t need to replace it.”
Xia Qianqian didn’t have a penny to her name. How could she afford a new phone? As long as it worked, she’d keep using it. She wasn’t picky.
Fu Beichen’s brows furrowed again, but he said nothing. Instead, he took the bag of clothes Song Tao handed him and tossed it to Xia Qianqian. “Go change first.”
Her clothes were torn to shreds, and she looked a mess.
Xia Qianqian thanked him again out of politeness, took the bag, and glanced inside.
A pink dress, still with its tag on. It must have just been bought.
And a set of… pink underwear…
Remembering that the man had just asked her bra size, Xia Qianqian felt her face flush again.
She grabbed the bag, hurried out of bed, and rushed into the bathroom.
Song Tao couldn’t help glancing curiously at Xia Qianqian’s slender retreating figure.
He wondered what kind of bewitching charm this woman had that had made his CEO break his rules.
The next moment, a tall, broad-shouldered figure stepped in front of him and blocked his view.