The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Chuchu’s eyebrows were all smiles.

Her long skirt fluttered, black hair, delicate features, and she wore a tiny flower crown. Being praised by everyone, she beamed even more sweetly, utterly fresh and charming.

Today, she had deliberately dressed up.

In the many years before, she never valued the importance of appearance, and there was no need to use her looks to please any other man—everyone treated her like a princess.

But this time, she was eager to please him.

She hoped to astonish him.

Wan Donglin could only sit in the audience pretending to seriously appreciate, yet was so bored he almost fell asleep.

He was just tired of it.

He had very little interest in this, and unlike those young people, he couldn’t utter excessive insincere praises, and involuntarily kept checking his phone.

Yan Xixi was surprisingly not answering the phone.

This time, was she really that angry?

Eventually, he could barely listen anymore, even secretly feeling very annoyed. Dealing with kids is truly exhausting. Certainly, all men love girls aged seventeen or eighteen, but any normal middle-aged man seldom marries a seventeen or eighteen-year-old wife.

Heart weary.

Communication is a big problem.

Moreover, he had long passed the youthful days of spending time to please women casually.

Yet, everyone around looked at him with envy.

Because Lady Chuchu made no effort to conceal her gaze—it consistently drifted to a certain place.

However, that person was like a wooden figure, showing no expression whatsoever.

But this did not affect the girl’s joy, especially since he didn’t flatter her like other men did, making her feel he was more unconventional, splendidly outstanding.

Chuchu ran over, eyes sparkling: "Brother Donglin, do you like this piece?"

"It’s nice."

"If you like it, I’ll play it often for you in the future."

"Honestly, I don’t quite understand it."

She widened her eyes: "Don’t understand? Why? This is a world-famous piece. My mom says everyone in the world knows it... Brother Donglin, do you usually not listen?"

"I’m usually busy, I seldom listen to this."

"Then what kind of music do you like listening to?"

"Occasionally pop songs or something."

Pop songs?

The young girl was extremely curious: "What songs?"

"’Two Butterflies,’ ’The Most Dazzling Folkstyle’ are both good choices."

Two Butterflies! My goodness.

She examined this man in a full suit, very imposing, with a genuine gentlemanly demeanor—not supposed to be associated with Chopin, Beethoven, piano pieces, symphonic music?

Especially, his current aura suited symphonic music best.

But how could it be The Most Dazzling Folkstyle instead?

How frightening.

Chuchu’s eyes opened tremendously wide, covering her mouth discreetly, even more unbelievable than playing mahjong or poker. After a while, faintly: "My mom says ’Two Butterflies’ is the most vulgar song..."

"I sing this every time I go to KTV because it’s the only one I know."

"..."

How could he not understand the young girl’s thoughts? Though twenty years old, due to her living environment, she probably had the intelligence of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old, just at the age where she wants the world to bow before her, the entire earth to revolve around her.

Reasoning with them is useless.

Anyhow, enthusiasm comes fast and leaves fast, it’s best to keep a distance.

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