The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

If it were in the past, Wan Donglin might not have taken this kind of silent stance so seriously. But after suffering three or four years of continuous covert attacks from Zhou Ting’s family, almost being completely squeezed out as a clan, and several times running into real danger, life hanging by a thread—if not for all that, he wouldn’t have gone all in with Old Zhang for a do-or-die battle.

No one’s some hermit sage outside the mortal world. You fight that hard, that bitterly, finally win, how could you not feel a bit lightheaded and floating? Who doesn’t want to properly enjoy the fruits of victory?

Besides, this appearance concerns the family’s safety and honor for many years to come; as long as you’re a normal person, who would give up such a great chance to show their face?

In business terms, after weighing the pros and cons, he had no choice but to give up attending the graduation ceremony.

Also, deep down inside, he really didn’t feel that a graduation ceremony was any big deal. When he himself graduated from South Country University back then, his eldest sister happened to be giving birth. All his closest family and friends rushed off to New City to see the baby. Who had the time to care about him? Even Liu Daqing only remembered to call him the next day; not only did he not ask a word about the graduation ceremony, he even urged this freshly promoted uncle to hurry up and go see his little nephew.

Because of that, he really didn’t think this was such a big thing.

Thinking back now, he was really a bastard.

You, Wan Donglin, don’t care because everyone in your family graduated from some prestigious school, you’ve been seeing this kind of thing since you were a kid. And you’re a grown man—who’s going to care about your fragile little heart? But Yan Xixi is different. She fought tooth and nail to get into Harvard; to her, that’s an honor greater than the sky. You don’t show up, of course it’ll make her furious. Not to mention, there was also Zhang Chuchu calling "Brother Donglin" several times, letting her hear it all.

After Yan Xixi hung up, the resentment in her heart not only didn’t lessen in the slightest, it actually burned even hotter.

She kicked a stone on the lawn as if it were someone’s face, but she happened to kick it crooked, her shoe almost flew off, and her body stumbled—she nearly fell flat on her face.

Fuming with rage, she grabbed her phone and hurled it onto the grass.

But the phone just had to act up at that moment and lit up again. The words "Foot-scratching Man" flashed nonstop—the damned guy was spamming her again.

"Hey, miss, you can’t be this petty... Are you trying to shake me off? Heh, I get it now. You probably wanted to dump me ages ago, and now you’ve finally found yourself a pretext, blow it up a hundred times. Babe, we can’t just burn the bridge after crossing the river like this, okay..."

She snapped, "Yeah, and what about it? Even if it’s an excuse, you’ve gotta give me the chance. Flies don’t bite uncracked eggs. Your own posture’s crooked and you blame the shadow for being slanted—what the hell are you?"

He burst out laughing; sure enough, the trap had worked.

Girl, I’m not afraid of you scolding me, I’m only afraid of you ignoring me.

"Ahem, ahem... If you can dump me this easily, I’m telling you, you’ll regret it sooner or later. Your bro here is in high demand, definitely not some leftover radish at a closing stall. Miss this village and there really won’t be this shop again..."

"Yeah, I know you’re in high demand. How are you some leftover radish from a closing stall? You, bro, are absolutely freshly slaughtered pork, still steaming hot, with countless demons and monsters opening their bloody mouths waiting to devour you... Take that Zhang Chuchu or whatever, hasn’t she been waiting to swallow you whole all this time? You’re scrambling to attend her birthday banquet, isn’t it all just to show off? A perfect son-in-law... tsk tsk tsk... I think you’re about to become the next Prince Consort, so impressive, practically wearing the imperial robe already..."

"..."

He suspected she was using the idiom wrong.

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