The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

"I plan to go to an institution to do something first. It’s charitable in nature..."

"Good idea, sounds nice..."

Everyone was chatting and laughing, when suddenly someone glanced at their phone: "Check out this news... Someone else was killed in Canada..."

"What happened?"

"The report says it’s suspected to be a vendetta... This is very bizarre. It’s said that the person was a new immigrant... Let me see the name spelling... Mr. Huang? Mr. Wang?"

Yan Xixi initially didn’t pay attention, but upon hearing this, her heart trembled: "Mr. Huang?"

"I don’t know, maybe it’s misspelled..."

"Let me see..."

It was a short news item, stating that there was a mysterious shooting in a certain province of Canada. The perpetrator fled and is still at large, while the injured person is a young man from A Country in his thirties. However, there’s no photo of the man, just a blurry silhouette from the news scene...

This news normally wouldn’t evoke any associations, but the comments caused a stir.

One user commented: Isn’t this the defeated one’s son-in-law?

She quickly scrolled through all the comments below, her mind buzzing.

Oh my god, is this Huang Xiaojue?

How is that possible?

Four or five days ago, Huang Xiaojue was still in a small town in South Country, still spending every day with me. Wasn’t he in South Country? And Huang’s father is also there.

He couldn’t have gone to Canada.

Moreover, what would he do there alone?

Her mind was in turmoil. She repeatedly searched on her phone, but apart from the ambiguous comments below, there was no evidence indicating it was Huang Xiaojue.

But if it’s not Huang Xiaojue, why would this unknown commenter leave such a strange comment?

Her heart was burning with anxiety, losing her ability to chat and joke.

Someone asked: "Hey, Yan, why are you sweating so much?"

"Yeah, your face looks awful, what’s wrong?"

She immediately asked: "Does anyone know the editor of this website?"

"What’s the matter?"

"I want to ask for the detailed name of this A Country man..."

Everyone shrugged, helpless, no one knew.

"Yan, do you know this person?"

She shook her head: "I just feel that the information about this person is very similar to someone I know, but it’s not that person..."

She suddenly became resolute: "It is absolutely not that person!"

Not knowing whether she said it to herself or to others.

She stumbled away, forgetting to say goodbye to everyone. All the way, her mind was buzzing. Was it Huang Xiaojue? Impossible, absolutely not. Also, the report spells it as "Mr. Wang" — not Huang — Huang Xiaojue must still be in South Country.

Back home, she went online immediately to search thoroughly, combing through every resource she could find, but no detailed information surfaced.

After a brief consideration, she tracked down the phone number of the website and called. Unfortunately, no one answered.

There were similar reports, but they stated "Approximately forty years old A Country man" — approximately forty — then it wouldn’t be Huang Xiaojue, as he is only a few years older than her, definitely not forty years old.

She dialed his number, but it showed as a void number. The line had been disconnected.

The moonlight had long faded in the west, yet she was standing alone in the garden, drenched in cold sweat.

She kept comforting herself deep down. That must be groundless association, conjured from nothing. Huang Xiaojue couldn’t possibly have gone to Canada in such a short time. He said he would first accompany his father.

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