The Young Master's Bride

Ye Qingge did not object to Li Beichen’s seductive moves. Her clear eyes faced his examining stare head-on in a manner that was neither humble nor arrogant.

“Name!” His cold voice carried a deep sense of intimidation.

“Ye Qingge,” she promptly replied. Her tender lips and the man’s finger brushed against each other with greater intimacy.

This woman must not be as simple as she seemed to be able to catch his old man’s eye.

The doors to the operating theater opened. The hospital director and a few chief physicians emerged, all trembling with fear.

“Old Li, the Fifth Young Master…”

The group exchanged looks, unsure of what to say.

“Is he alive?” Li Xingming asked testily, tapping his walking stick heavily on the ground.

“The Fifth Young Master’s left leg is broken. He’ll need to stay in bed to recuperate!”

Life and death were nothing in the eyes of these doctors, but the patient lying inside was the Fifth Young Master, a man born with a golden spoon. Though it was only a broken leg, if they did not manage it well, losing their jobs would be a small matter — losing their lives would be highly probable.

“Any other injuries?” Li Beichen released Ye Qingge’s jaw and spoke in a deep voice.

“M-Mr. Li…”

“Mr. Li…”

The sight of Li Beichen frightened the doctors so much that their knees quaked.

If Old Li was terrifyingly intimidating and stern, then Li Beichen, whose body emanated iciness despite his smile, could scare a man out of his wits.

“A-aside from…a few minor lacerations… nothing else!” As Li Beichen glared at them irritably and impatiently, the hospital director finally summoned his courage and answered him.

“Why couldn’t you have killed that smug son of a b*ch?!” Li Xingming turned around and left as soon as he heard that he had merely broken his leg.

He took two steps before pausing. Turning around, he tapped on Ye Qingge’s shoulder with his walking stick. “You, stay back and take care of Nancheng!”

“I understand. Take care, Old Li!”

After seeing Dong Wenqian’s face twisted with rage, Ye Qingge answered dutifully.

Li Beichen’s eagle eyes flashed with a sharp glint and stared intently at Ye Qingge as she knelt in place.

“Mr. Li, my sister… didn’t mean to do it… Please spare her. I beg you, please. I’d do… anything. Just please, let my sister go…”

Ye Wenwen’s exquisitely beautiful little face shone with a bashful blush. Her every word sounded extremely gentle.

Her reddened eyes resembled a rabbit’s, timid and fragile, as if she were born into this world to be loved and protected.

“Mr. Li… Ye Qingge is a wild child. She is not equipped to take care of anyone, and she hit him with her car. Our Ye family…Let my daughter, Wenwen, take care of the Fifth Young Master! She’s gentle and meticulous. She’ll definitely ensure the Fifth Young Master’s swift recovery!” Dong Wenqian quickly chimed in upon hearing her daughter’s pleas.

Li Nancheng had simply broken his leg. If there were a chance for her daughter to stay by his side and take care of him, it would be an opportunity for her to marry into the Li family.

How could Dong Wenqian possibly let Ye Qingge get an advantage just like that?

“Little Uncle, may I please get up? My legs are numb!”

Ye Qingge turned her shining eyes toward Li Beichen. There was no deliberate affectedness added to her demeanor, but she still seemed perfectly coquettish.

“You haven’t joined the Li family yet. It is far too early for you to be calling me ‘Little Uncle’!”

His deep and intimidating voice carried a subtle hint of frustration. He turned around and left.

“Old Master, have you really decided on the Fifth Young Master’s marriage, just like that? That girl simply doesn’t suit him!” the butler blurted out as soon Li Xingming entered the elevator.

“Who said that it was for him?”

“Then whose marriage is it?”

“Not telling you!”

The butler shut his mouth. The Old Master was being capricious again!