When she woke up, he was sitting on the sofa nearby, smoking, casually taking a drag now and then. The rising smoke obscured most of his handsome face, making it hard for her to see clearly.

"From now on, get a birth control injection, once a month. I’ve already told Ye Feng," Beitang Yao said as he extinguished the cigarette and walked to the bedside, addressing her.

He reached out and brushed away the strands of hair falling on her chest, then his large palm touched her face, a bit cool, perhaps due to the medication.

Ye Feng mentioned her body rejects medication; taking too much makes her nauseous. So, get the injection once a month, then everyone’s at ease.

He wants her to get the injection, and she hates him for it. To satisfy his desires, why must she endure such pain? Moreover, he wants her to go to Ye Feng and say she needs birth control injections? She’s shy; she can’t bring herself to say such shameful things.

"Okay." She agreed with him in confusion, looking at him through tears.

Her tears seemed somewhat glaring to him, yet he still looked at her coldly, and said coldly, "This way, you’ll avoid the nausea from taking pills each time."

Ha... His words sound truly dignified, just making excuses for his own pleasure.

"Thank you, Young Master, for your care." She should be grateful to him; at least he solved a big trouble for her. She won’t have to take medicine anymore, and won’t feel nauseous again. How wonderful, but she couldn’t feel happy at all.

But her heart couldn’t feel happy at all, considering it’s harmful to her health. She suddenly coughed lightly, having been focused entirely on birth control, now smelling the smoke in the air, she involuntarily frowned, coughing.

She sighed lightly in her heart. Alas, no matter how she speaks, Beitang Yao won’t take her words to heart. He has asthma and should not smoke; smoking induces asthma. Yet, here he is, smoking again.

Clutching the sheets tightly with both hands, she took deep breaths, her face looking rather unpleasant. Beitang Yao noticed this; his breathing also became a bit rapid, probably due to his smoking. Without a word, he went into the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out, she was no longer on the bed, nor anywhere in the room. He began to feel displeased. Where on earth did Xia Qingqian vanish in the blink of an eye?

With a low grunt of annoyance, he left the room too, searching for her room by room, only to be confronted by Ye Feng. He frowned at him, "Ye Feng, have you seen her?"

Ye Feng’s gaze flickered before he bowed slightly, then said, "Young Master, I’m sorry, I said some harsh words to Miss Xia in the forest."

"What did you say?" Beitang Yao’s eyes narrowed sharply, his hands slightly clenched!

"I told Miss Xia to remember her identity in the future, not to overstep," Ye Feng lowered his head, not daring to meet Beitang Yao’s eyes.

Beitang Yao stepped forward and grabbed Ye Feng’s collar, frowning, "Are you guys all just bored and looking for trouble? When did my woman become someone for you all to criticize?" First, Uncle Quan, now Ye Feng! Is the whole world going to criticize the woman next to him?

"Young Master! I’m sorry!" Ye Feng lowered his eyes apologetically.