"Tsk, how touching." Mo Beichen said sarcastically, "Too bad I will never allow others to lay a finger on my woman. Qianqian, come home with me."
Gu Qian fiercely shook off his hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she glared at him, "Mo Beichen, don't push me too far."
Her dignity was being crushed into the mud bit by bit in front of Shen Changqing—who was he to treat her like this? When she wanted to leave with Shen Changqing, he had forced himself on her, and now he was humiliating her in front of Shen Changqing.
If it was because she had consumed his family's rice and had to endure his humiliation, she had nothing to say.
When Mo Beichen saw the tears on her face, pain flashed in his heart, but before he could say more, Gu Qian had already covered her face and rushed into the villa, not wanting to stand there and lose face any longer.
