The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Just like when his father was sick, his always pampered mother would go against her usual demeanor and personally make soup to serve him.

Vaguely, it was like the kind of family life he had long yearned for.

At this moment, there was no longer Huang Ma between them—but he knew there was an even more terrifying and insurmountable chasm—a point of no return.

Currently, he was still Zhou Ting’s husband in the legal sense; how could he completely escape Zhou Ting’s shadow?

And her?

Whose was she?

He didn’t dare to think further, nor did he have the strength.

He only wished for time to pause here for a moment, just a moment would be enough.

Finally, she returned after tidying everything up.

By that time, the last ray of sunset had already hidden, the summer sky ablaze like fire, even the tall tree opposite was edged with a golden rim.

She helped him sit in a comfortable rocking chair, by his side, the scent of clear tea lingering.

With a simple kettle and two glass cups grabbed at the last minute, the ordinary yellow buds stood one by one. She poured two cups, handed one to him: "Xiaojue, do you still remember when we were in college?"

He held the teacup, took a small sip, and gazed at her.

She grinned: "When we started school, we had to fill out a self-introduction form. I didn’t know what to write, so I asked you... You told me not to write anything useful for a sports meeting, or else they’d force you to participate. So, I wrote that I was interested in golf, tennis, short track speed skating... I wanted to remind other guys, but then I saw this guy wrote his sports specialty was: breaking stones on the chest, stepping on light bulbs... Hahaha..."

The joke-teller laughed before the audience could.

She was in stitches, and he laughed along too.

He, of course, knew it was just a joke. In reality, they met two months after she started school. Back then, he was always a notable figure in the school, yet he never dated, but once he saw her, he was immediately captivated.

They were each other’s first love.

In the blink of an eye, more than a decade had passed, the once young and green now having gone through countless trials.

She wanted to ask, "Xiaojue, who hurt you exactly?"

But she changed her mind, didn’t ask. Because, there was no way he could know.

Moreover, it had lost the meaning of pursuit—to have been reborn in a foreign land was already great luck. At least, out of the danger. She didn’t even hope for him to capture the culprit anymore; now, she only wished for him to live, to be safe, and that was the greatest wish of her life.

Early in the morning, Wan Donglin drove out on time.

Just when he reached the door, he stopped.

He saw Chuchu in a long dress, dressed in a very literary style, with black hair, pretty shoes, hands playfully tucked behind her, like a girl stepping out of an Anni Baobei novel.

As soon as she saw him, her eyes lit up, and she skipped over, "Brother Donglin..."

He lightly frowned, "Chuchu, why did you come? Why are you going out alone?"

She pouted, "Why can’t I go out alone? I’m already 21, an adult for a long time. My mom said, as long as it’s not a faraway place, she agreed I could move freely. Brother Donglin, let’s hang out today..."

"That won’t work, I have to go to a meeting."

"Meeting? Isn’t today Saturday? Working on weekends too?"

"I’ve never had weekends, busy all year round."

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