The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Liu the Empress Dowager suddenly recalled something, "Oh right, Xixi, do you have an urgent matter?"

She replied awkwardly, hesitating, "No...no...I was originally on the flight today...wanted to give you all a surprise..."

"Today’s flight? Perfect, Xixi, I’ve long been looking forward to your return..." Liu Daqing was genuinely delighted, "I’ll send someone to pick you up from the airport, and prepare your favorite dishes for you... By the way, are you about to board?"

"..."

"Hahaha, this is truly a big surprise, Xixi, I’m waiting for you at home..."

She mumbled a few words and didn’t mention the lost passport, only comforting Liu the Empress Dowager for a bit before hanging up the phone.

Alone, she sat slumped in a chair, staring wide-eyed at people of different skin colors and nationalities, all the passengers. Among them, who exactly stole her passport?

What do they want by stealing her passport and boarding pass?

A chill ran down her spine, yet she had no one to discuss it with, just twiddling her fingers, feeling restless.

Never has she felt a greater need for Wan Donglin.

More than when she needed him at her Harvard graduation ceremony—no, far surpassing that.

Then, she only needed someone to celebrate with, but now, she needed a lifesaver in the snow; at least hearing his voice would offer some comfort and courage.

Unwilling to give up, she dialed Wan Donglin’s number—the one he carries with him.

No matter how busy or troubled he is—this is the only moment I need you.

But, after calling several times, no one answered.

Big guy with feet, I beg you, answer the phone.

Brother Donglin, I beg you, I need you—give me some advice, I’m so scared.

In the most critical moments, people always instinctively turn to their most trusted ones for help.

Disregarding his impatience, she frantically redialed, until finally, on the last call, he answered, "Xixi, stop messing around... I’m busy..."

She stammered, "Big guy with feet..."

"What’s the matter?"

She suddenly couldn’t continue and just foolishly remained silent.

"Alright, it’s inconvenient for me to talk now... I’ll call you tomorrow..."

Then, before she could respond, he hung up the phone.

Most passengers in the area had already left, leaving only Yan Xixi clutching her phone, standing alone in the center.

For the first time in her life, she realized she was truly alone.

Even Huang Xiaojue might no longer be there; in her dream, he already gave a last warning—perhaps, that unfortunate A Country person shot in Canada is him...

When we’re in adversity, we send distant electromagnetic signals to our closest ones—this scenario, even scientists cannot explain.

If that person truly is Huang Xiaojue, what else could she possibly care about in this life?

With that thought, all hope was lost.

By now, the broadcast was already making the final announcement: the plane is about to take off, please hurry to board if you haven’t done so yet.

After the last broadcast, the boarding gate will soon close.

Just then, Yan Xixi abruptly rushed forward, the one who stole her passport must’ve boarded, wouldn’t catching up allow her to nab them?

...

The emergency room was brightly lit.

Soon, they transferred to an exceedingly prestigious VIP room.

Zhang Chuchu lay drowsily on the hospital bed, having attempted wrist-cutting suicide, but the wound was shallow, only her complexion was a bit pale.

The doctor said, "You two needn’t worry, it’s no longer a problem. Get a good night’s rest, and you can be discharged tomorrow."

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