Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting

Su Xiaomeng reached out to him, finally giving in,

"Give it to me."

What stunned the few students nearby was Yin Shixiu’s next move. As soon as the flowers were handed to Su Xiaomeng, Yin Shixiu squatted down, hugged Su Xiaomeng’s leg, and lifted her high!

"Wow! Put me down!"

If it were just the two of them, Su Xiaomeng might have found it somewhat sweet, but here at university, with a few students gathered around...

He was still him, that Yin Shixiu who never cared about anyone’s gaze.

"Put me down, quickly! You’re messing up my clothes!"

Su Xiaomeng cradled a few eighty-centimeter-long canna flowers in her hands, rubbing against them as Yin Shixiu hugged her, pressing the flower leaves and instantly leaving juice marks on their clothes.

But Yin Shixiu didn’t care. Without saying anything, he just looked up and smiled at her, the curve of his lips stretched wide, and the deep affection in his eyes... Su Xiaomeng thought, she could still see it.

"Is this... an extramarital affair?"

A girl muttered, while the boy next to her, who had a delicate appearance, tapped her with his finger and showed her the results he found online...

She didn’t know it before, but now she understood...

"Turns out... the teacher is the madam of the big CEO..."

The girl muttered, and so the news spread from ten to a hundred...

"Mop Teacher"?

"He Dongshi"?

It’s just the couple having some fun...

"So, are you happy now? Soon, everyone in school, students and teachers, will know I’m the madam of the big CEO..."

"Isn’t that good? You’re so famous. You can hide for a while, but can you hide forever? With how big yesterday’s incident was, do you want them to keep calling you ’Mop Teacher’?"

Yin Shixiu asked with a light laugh while driving.

Su Xiaomeng glanced sideways at him, "If they want, this nickname won’t change just because I’m your wife."

"Meng Meng, we should be honest. The fact that you’re my wife is the truth. Look how clever the kids nowadays are; you didn’t say anything just now, and they immediately searched it online..."

"Truth?" Su Xiaomeng raised an eyebrow, smiling, "It was almost not true."

Yin Shixiu’s hand on the steering wheel trembled, "You really thought..."

Su Xiaomeng looked straight ahead, "I’ve been thinking these past days why we were fighting. We weren’t like this before... In the past, even if we argued, our first reaction was self-reflection. But this time... you explained, I avoided, you felt you weren’t wrong, I thought you were talking nonsense... Both our patience wore thin... Thinking of the past pains me, the better it was before, the more it hurts now."

Yin Shixiu listened... feeling calm inside...

"I really don’t have the courage to divorce you. We’ve experienced so much together; how can we divorce over such a trivial unresolved issue... Deep down, I’m unwilling, and I feel it’s not worth it..."

"I won’t divorce you, even if you have the courage. I won’t let it become reality either."

Yin Shixiu said calmly, it’s the domineering attitude he would stubbornly hold onto with this woman until his death.

Even if he is firm, even if this marriage could extend to his death, he doesn’t want a wife whose soul and heart aren’t with him... So today, after Chen Lan’s words, he was truly scared through and through.

Afraid he had already lost her yet was still submerged in blind confidence.

Su Xiaomeng chuckled lightly. The few cannas lay in the back seat of the car, but instead of the floral fragrance, the vehicle was filled with the slightly astringent scent of leaves and stems, mixed with a bit of earthy aroma.

Divorce... is a word too distant for them.

Su Xiaomeng didn’t tell him; the word "break up" was merely to scare him, yet unexpectedly, while he was startled, she also frightened herself...

The car kept moving forward, and Su Xiaomeng didn’t ask him their destination before getting in, but the road seemed not to lead home.

"Aren’t we going home?"

"You finally agreed to be my girlfriend again, so of course, we’re going on a date. Taking you home to face oil, salt, and rice at this moment? How unromantic would that be?"

Su Xiaomeng raised her eyebrow again unconsciously, retorting,

"You haven’t been romantic for a long time. I thought you had tossed ’romance’ aside after surgery and recovery."

Yin Shixiu took a deep breath and subconsciously swallowed back the words "I’ve been really busy."

But Su Xiaomeng caught onto his emotions thoroughly, chuckling, "You’ve been really busy, haven’t you?"

"Ahem..."

"Shixiu, you know? Many people’s marriages and love die from one word."

"What?"

"Weariness."

"..."

Su Xiaomeng took a deep breath, looking straight ahead, "I told you long ago, if one day our marriage breaks, our relationship ends, I hope it’s because we don’t love each other anymore, not for any other reason."

"I remember."

"So... today when Gong Youyun approached you, I was actually more uneasy than you. With every word she said, my unease grew... Actually, our problem isn’t Gong Youyun, but it can’t be denied she is the trigger."

"I thought she was excellent, thought you might have common ground in your careers, imagined you might have more in common, even considered if your wife were her, marriage and career might be more harmonious..."

"So my doubts about you were based on this. I accepted your words but didn’t believe any, because weariness is a common illness..."

Long-lasting love, in the end, is one in tens of millions.

"However, Gong Youyun turned out to be such a person... Thinking back to all your explanations, none were unreasonable... I’m somewhat afraid you’ll become weary of me because of this..."

Xiao Meng muttered all the way, sharing her inner thoughts as if speaking to him and to the pretentious, numb self.

The car parked, and through the car window, Su Xiaomeng could hear the bustling crowds outside. Looking up, she saw the throngs of people.

This was... East Street.

A snack street not far from A University...

Outside the car was noisy and lively while inside was quiet.

Yin Shixiu turned off the car, both of them looking at the entrance to the snack street not far ahead, where the flow of students continued...

"That day, you wore a bright red hoodie with cartoon patterns, ripped jeans, carrying a backpack..."

He spoke slowly, his magnetic voice resonating inside the car, drawing Su Xiaomeng into distant memories...

"Wearing fake Nike shoes, with not much money in your wallet..."

"Pfft—! My Nike shoes were real!" Su Xiaomeng quickly exclaimed!

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