The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

For a long time, she turned off the TV.

By now, the sky had thoroughly darkened.

She only guessed: Where is Huang Xiaojue?

At this moment, is he alive or dead?

Something horrifying must have happened to him, otherwise, with such a big event happening, he would certainly have proactively contacted her.

But strangely, he never did.

Even if others don’t know this phone number, he certainly does.

Yet she has never received any message from him.

At this moment, she only wanted to find him, and sincerely tell him: "Xiaojue, thank you! If it weren’t for you, I would have died long ago."

But he seemed unwilling to give her this opportunity.

She casually nibbled on a sandwich and walked to the window; the night sky was boundless, dark and vast, just like this mysterious world.

Only now did she realize how impoverished she was: studying, earning money, studying... The first half of her life had been entangled in these two points. But the world is vast and full of wonders. Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles, and indeed, after this journey, she discovered that the world is bigger and more expansive than she had imagined.

Always lamenting the past at the old place is not as good as facing this boundless night sky, the foreign land’s snowy breeze.

After being tired for so many years, she really should take a good rest.

Even if it’s not for finding Huang Xiaojue, she should use her own feet to measure this vast world.

She sat down, took stock of the cash on her, and the money on that card. The money wasn’t much, after all, it wasn’t long after she obtained the fake passport, so large-scale transfer of funds onto it was not possible. But with careful planning and saving, traveling for a year or half a year would not be a problem.

As for reissuing the passport, taking off the mask, let’s wait a bit before dealing with that.

When she lay down again, her heart was very calm.

Not even resentment.

Wan Donglin was right—Yan Xixi, you must never lose the ability and courage to live independently.

This time, she deeply understood the role of this repeated admonition: at critical moments, you can only rely on yourself.

Yan Xixi is not Zhang Chuchu.

Just as Empress Dowager Liu repeatedly emphasized: who told your parents aren’t Liu Daqing nor old Zhang.

In the past, it was always small troubles, and each time she never truly learned a lesson.

Until this time, she thoroughly cleansed her soul—

Thanks to Wan Donglin’s frequent disappearances before, their repeated disputes, and her experiences in South Country University over the past two years... Otherwise, she absolutely wouldn’t have been able to smoothly escape to Canada.

The intense hatred and anger towards Wan Donglin gradually vanished—after all, nothing is more significant than death.

Having survived such a crisis, what is there left to hate about others?

She even truly thanked Wan Donglin from the bottom of her heart—at least, you taught me with bloody lessons never to entrust myself to a man for a lifetime.

How great the hope is, so great is the disappointment.

You must know, in this world, no one can always treat you kindly without conditions, indulge you, care for you, take care of you... If you get it, that’s kindness; if not, there’s no need to harbor resentment in your heart, just say, fate didn’t bring you together.

In fact, women are very sensitive.

His coldness towards her didn’t start this time—the ceremony at South Country University, refusing to answer calls... So this time, truly wasn’t a sudden event.

Everything showed early signs.

At least, he once hesitated repeatedly for Zhang Chuchu or because of old Zhang’s relationship, weighing things. Hence, the initial moment of impatience.

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