The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Chuchu pouted, but she didn’t argue.

She never argued with him because, in her heart, he was like a deity.

"Brother Donglin, let’s go see an opera. I have two tickets..." she said excitedly. "My big brother said these tickets are extremely hard to get. He went to great lengths to get two. It’s said to be very, very elegant, a world-famous..."

Wan Donglin patiently grinned: "I don’t understand operas..."

Chuchu’s mouth fell open: "What... Brother Donglin, are you joking?"

"I really don’t watch operas. I find their singing sounds awful, and I can’t appreciate it at all."

"You don’t like ballet either?"

"No, I think the way they dance on tiptoe looks funny and awkward. Tap dancing is better."

The young girl’s brow furrowed completely: "I think it’s very graceful. I even learned it for two years when I was young, but couldn’t continue because of my health."

"Haha."

"So, Brother Donglin... what do you like to watch?"

"I like martial arts films, Hollywood blockbusters. Even listening to crosstalk and Sanda are good options, sometimes I even take a peek at ’Er Ren Zhuan’..."

The young girl’s eyes widened even more, as if she were looking at an alien.

Today, this big brother in a clean white shirt, with his tall and handsome figure, looked every bit like a real-life idol—plus, she knew he’s a genuine Harvard graduate—such a high-class idol—but to her shock, he actually watches ’Er Ren Zhuan’!"

"My mom says ’Er Ren Zhuan’ is the most vulgar thing, and Li Boqing’s Sanda is vulgar too... Brother Donglin, don’t you find Li Boqing looks sleazy and disgusting? ’Er Ren Zhuan’ is even worse, full of cheap tricks, and their dress is unimaginably tacky, plus these people like Benshan look quite... that way..."

"It’s not so bad, right? It can make people laugh, entertain them. It’s better than things like ballet that are completely incomprehensible."

Sometimes, she sneaked a glance at him, always with disbelief: Is this true? Could this idol really not understand opera at all? How disappointing.

They hardly had any common ground.

He’s crazy.

"Brother Donglin, what hobbies do you have?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, like my big brother and second brother, all they know is business and making money. Every time they speak, it’s money, money, money. It’s so boring. Don’t they want to cultivate any refined interests? Even my mom thinks they’re very materialistic..."

"Oh, are you talking about that? I also like making money."

"In your leisure time? Things like golf?"

"Golf? No! I can’t play. I usually play mahjong, or poker."

Chuchu and her little friends were immediately stunned.

The journey went on in silence from then on.

She secretly thought, this idol isn’t quite what she imagined.

She was very upset: Why can’t he be a bit more high-class?

At the door, Mrs. Zhang greeted them warmly: "Donglin, thank you so much. You’re so busy, but you still took the trouble to come over. Actually, I didn’t want to bother you, but this girl was being naughty, insisting you pick her up, or she wouldn’t agree to be discharged... Oh, I feel bad for her, but there’s nothing I can do..."

Wan Donglin smiled: "Just a small favor, Auntie, no need to be polite."

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