The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Outside, he is the spirited and imposing pillar of society;

At home, however, he is a slovenly madman, living in a drunken stupor.

"It’s my obsession... it’s my craving for the glory and results of victory... Mom, truly, I’m the one who killed her... If I had gone to her graduation ceremony, she wouldn’t have died; if I had answered the phone, she wouldn’t have died... really... it wasn’t a hijacker who harmed her, it was me... I am the real culprit... I deserve to die..."

When a man cries, he shows his ugly side.

Especially when he’s this drunk.

Suddenly, his image is gone, and his white shirt becomes black, looking so slovenly that it’s unbearable.

Liu Daqing’s shock is imaginable. After the incident, Wan Donglin spent a huge amount to gather news and participate in underground rescue efforts. She knew it was useless, but in order to give her son peace of mind, she always looked the other way.

If this money could buy peace of mind, she thought it was worth it.

But the son was constantly trapped in that guilt, and this dreadful self-blame would accompany him for life. Even if he becomes famous and successful in the future, he might still not get past this vast Flame Mountain in his heart.

"Donglin..."

She called out several times, but he was already lying on the sofa, snoring like thunder.

She smiled wryly.

Even in her own heart, she had blamed him: How could this kid drop the ball at such a critical moment? On such an important occasion, he hung up the phone—is he crazy?

Human behavior is really inexplicable.

If not for accidents and coincidences, there wouldn’t be so many tragedies in this world.

However, she couldn’t add insult to injury, and she never blamed him even once.

The deceased are gone, and there’s no remedy for regret on sale in this world.

The phone rang; it was a call from Mrs. Zhang.

"Big sister, is everything ready for this Saturday’s salon?"

Liu Daqing sighed deeply: "Ah, shameful as it is, I’m afraid I’ll have to reschedule. Donglin is drunk all day, and whenever I bring it up, he gets upset with me..."

Mrs. Zhang was most enthusiastic about the salon, and Liu Daqing was even urged on by her.

But deep down, Liu Daqing was never fond of Zhang Chuchu.

If she hadn’t threatened to commit suicide that day, maybe everything could have been redone.

With a thorn in her heart, facing such a face every day, how can one truly hide daggers behind smiles?

Mrs. Zhang, being polite, said: "That’s okay, I think we were too hasty anyway. Let’s just take it slow."

After hanging up, Old Zhang asked: "The gathering is canceled?"

Mrs. Zhang sighed: "It seems we have to give up."

Old Zhang’s brow furrowed slightly.

Perhaps with a platform and space to perform, during this period, Wan Donglin’s work potential was fully unleashed, becoming more and more valiant and unstoppable, turning into a myth in the industry, even overshadowing Old Zhang’s glory.

Ironically, he was owner-less—the death of Yan Xixi was known to all.

Genuinely, a Diamond King. Just like a piece of Tang Seng’s flesh, everyone wants a bite.

Even though Old Zhang never favored him as the "son-in-law," he couldn’t help but consider it now. With all obstacles now cleared, his capability far exceeds that of his two sons, nurtured to be so remarkable, and eyed by several big families... If someone else gets the upper hand, even if it’s not a waste of effort, it would at least count as a huge loss.

After all, no matter how times change, marriage alliances remain the best choice.

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