Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

From that day on, He Qing imprisoned Wei Xi in the villa.

"Miss Wei, please eat something. If you stay so hungry, your body will have problems." Aunt Song once again came upstairs with food and knocked on the door to persuade Wei Xi.

Wei Xi sat by the bay window holding a pillow: "Aunt Song, please take it away. I don't want to eat it."

"But Miss..."

"Master!"

He Qing went upstairs and hummed softly. Seeing that the food on the tray had not been brought in yet, he said, "Aunt Song, give it to me. You go down first."

"Ah, yes, Master."

He Qing opened the door with the key and saw the girl hugging her knees in front of the bay window. Because she was locked in the room and couldn't go out, her face was sickly pale. A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes: "Why don't you eat?"

"Master He, when will you let me go?" Wei Xi raised her head and looked at He Qing, biting her lower lip and asked him.

He Qing said nothing, sat down with the porridge in his hand, scooped a spoonful of it and brought it to her mouth: "Eat."

Wei Xi turned her head away and asked the same question: "What do you want in exchange for letting me go, Master He?"

He Qing stirred the porridge lightly with his spoon and gave the same answer: "When Xixi agrees to be my woman, I will let you out."

Wei Xi closed his eyes in despair, holding back tears: "You are the crown prince of the He family, you can have any woman you want, why must it be me?"

He Qing didn't know how to answer her question. Perhaps this was what Ji Ang meant by love at first sight. From the first moment he saw her at the banquet, the thought that came into his mind was to get Wei Xi. He wanted Wei Xi to belong to him.

"Because it's you, I only want you, Wei Xi." He Qing put down the porridge, leaned over and gently held her in his arms.

He also didn't want to see Wei Xi withering day by day like a flower that had lost all vitality.

However, no matter what he did, he had already put all the clothes, bags, and jewelry he had in front of her with both hands, but Wei Xi remained unmoved and was not willing to accept him at all.

He Qing could only use this method to keep her by his side.

At least, he could still see her every day.

Wei Xi didn't have the strength to push him away, as if she had taken off all the shackles on her body and let him hold her.

She knew that there was a deadlock between her and He Qing. She didn't want to be his woman, and He Qing was also paranoid and refused to let her go.

"I'm sleepy, Master He."

He Qing said okay, picked her up and walked to the bed.

As soon as her body touched the soft bed, Wei Xi wrapped herself in the quilt and closed her eyes.

After He Qing closed the door and left, there was a sound of something falling heavily to the floor in the room.

"Aunt Song, please go up to Xixi's room later and help her clean it up. Don't let the glass shards hurt her." He Qing called Aunt Song over and gave her the spare key and instructed.

"Yes, Master."

Aunt Song looked at He Qing's departing back, then raised her head to look upstairs and sighed.

A club in Beijing.

Ji Ang is having a pool party on the rooftop deck here tonight.

"Master Ji, does Master He really have no objection to us making such a fuss?" A rich second-generation man quietly came over to find Ji Ang.

With He Qing here, everyone is under a lot of pressure.

Ji Ang turned his head to look at He Qing who was drinking wine like water on the recliner behind him, and narrowed his eyes: "It's going to be a good show."

The second-generation rich man also followed Ji Ang's gaze and saw a hot beauty in a sexy swimsuit walking towards He Qing: "Mr. He, why are you drinking here alone? Why don't I come and accompany you?"

"Mr. Ji, I didn't expect that there would be people who don't care about their lives in your place." The words of the rich second generation were full of the meaning of watching a good show.

Ji Ang put the cigarette in his mouth into the ashtray and extinguished it, smiling evilly: "Yes, there are always people who are not afraid of death."

At the same time, he silently counted in his mind, three, two, one...

When the count reached one, water splashed in the central swimming pool, accompanied by a woman's scream.

Alas, the prince is still so ruthless towards the beautiful woman's throws into his arms.

Ji Ang waved his hand, and his bodyguard appeared behind him: "Take him away and have him taught the rules."

"Yes, Master."

After saying that, Ji Ang let go of the frightened innocent little flower in his arms and pinched her chin: "Be good, I'll be back soon."

Then he waved to the rich second generation and said, "Go and have fun. I'll go over and take a look."

"Oh, you drank such strong liquor to get drunk, Prince, but the girl you kidnapped and brought home still refuses to accept you?" Ji Ang poured himself a glass of wine and brought up something irrelevant.

He Qing glanced over coldly, and Ji Ang immediately stopped talking. He touched his quilt in a flattering manner: "I was just joking. Come on, come on, drink some wine."

After taking a sip of the liquor, Ji Ang put it down with disdain, and considered his words again before continuing: "I'm not saying, brother, are you really attracted to Wei Xi?"

"Yes, it has to be her."

He never treated Wei Xi as just a playful relationship, he wanted to be with her.

He wants Wei Xi to have him in her heart too.

Ji Ang suddenly choked, looked at He Qing, put away the cynicism on his face, and said seriously: "He Qing, since you are serious, then I will give you an idea, just listen to it. If you think it is wrong, just pretend I didn't say anything."

He Qing hummed and motioned for him to speak.

Ji Ang expressed his opinion: "Wei Xi, although she is staying at Zhao Jiasong's house, as far as I know, before her parents died, their company was almost going public. And Wei Xi is a spoiled young lady after all. She has the temperament of a rich young lady in her bones. How could she be like those girls you can keep with money? If you lock her up and force her to be yours, she will only think you are insulting her."

He Qing lowered his eyebrows slightly, thinking about Ji Ang's words. After a while, he put the wine glass on the table: "Then, what should I do?"

"Brother, why don't you... let her go."

As soon as Ji Ang said this, He Qing rejected it harshly without even thinking: "Impossible."

If he let Wei Xi go, Wei Xi would never come back.