The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Even self-deception cannot last long.

How cruel the dreamscape is, full of vibrant colors and utmost gentleness while dreaming. But once awake, how can this harsh life continue?

Yet, he can only smile, unable to reveal even the slightest hint of weakness.

Afternoon tea with a few small pastries.

She opened those few special passports in front of him.

"Xiaojue, do you have any plans?"

Finally, the time came when one had to face reality.

He slowly said, "I’ve already settled my dad..."

Originally, Huang’s father was unwilling to leave home. However, since his wife had passed away, he had nothing left to hold on to. Plus, he didn’t want to be separated from his only son, so he left too. For now, he’s settled in an area with a higher concentration of Chinese, where there’s another family that used to be neighbors with the Huang Family factory. So, at least he has someone to talk to. In his free time, they can gather for a game of mahjong.

Moreover, Huang’s father has taken to drinking. After a few glasses, he becomes muddled and often sleeps through the day. Otherwise, when he is awake, he always cries, frequently calling out his wife’s name, and ends up sleeping.

If it weren’t for those few old men who love playing mahjong, treating a foreign land as their home, it really would have been impossible to endure.

Besides that, what else can one do?

The deceased are gone, the living must persist no matter how difficult.

It is precisely for this reason that Huang Xiaojue felt at ease coming to Harvard.

But Yan Xixi pondered, what about the future?

Once the wounds heal, what then?

Back home, the world seems vast, where many once thrived and made their mark. But upon reaching foreign lands, their talents become useless. Earlier, Huang Xiaojue could go to the headquarters of a group company, but now, after so many events, how can he manage that?

In this vast world, who will recognize this Chinese genius?

One must realize that here, talent abounds; no one can claim to be top-tier, especially without a background to open doors.

A chilling sensation crept inside her, but she didn’t know how to voice it.

She merely spread out her own passport.

So absurd; name, passport number, and all detailed information corresponded to real people... In other words, some might use this underground information to completely transform.

"Xiaojue, why did you think of making one for me too?"

He smiled, "Have you heard of the legendary person?"

That was C City’s famous street of counterfeit documents, where a large cluster of vendors lurked, making stamps, various diplomas, degrees, marriage certificates, even property deeds... Whatever you can think of, they can make it. It’s said that one expert once hacked into a major website, making his fake diplomas appear in search results, and it took ages before it was discovered.

"There was an old man who made fake documents all his life, once survived by creating food coupons, then made various IDs, and even forged currency... It’s said that his counterfeit bills were all hand-drawn, with versions so realistic they were impeccable. Only recently, he got caught..."

His passport came from this place.

He prepared several sets for emergencies.

Perhaps, long ago, he planned an escape route, even considered several times to get his parents out. But ultimately, due to Huang’s mother’s insistence, they didn’t leave.

"Xiaojue, why did you make this for me? Do I really need it?"

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