The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Yan Xixi rushed out.

She ran quickly, the weight of the luggage on her back was not light, and in her urgency, she nearly fell. However, she forcibly steadied herself, facing the wind, and chased with all her might.

But the person’s footsteps were getting faster and faster, and she couldn’t bother to hide her identity, desperately shouting: "Xiaojue... Xiaojue..."

In the bustling crowd, absolutely no one heard her shouting.

An empty car stopped, the man did not look back, opened the car door and got in.

By the time Yan Xixi caught up, the car was already out of sight.

She stood there, thinking she’d seen things.

No, this wasn’t Huang Xiaojue.

During her search, she made this mistake multiple times — as long as she saw a tall man wearing a silver-gray coat and wool scarf, she always thought it was Huang Xiaojue. But every time she caught up, it wasn’t!

The red light turned on, the green light turned on.

She stood alone at the intersection, watching waves of people shuttle past.

Just like time, gathering and dispersing, in the end, it’s still only you standing there alone.

It was a very remote area two hundred miles away, sparsely populated.

Yan Xixi got off the car.

The lonely little house was far from its surrounding neighbors.

In winter, the lawn was desolate, the trees had shed all their leaves, and there was no meticulous care, looking very forlorn.

Yan Xixi knocked on the door.

After a long while, someone opened the door.

The two exchanged glances and almost failed to recognize each other.

Yan Xixi exclaimed, "Uncle Huang, it’s... really you..."

Huang’s father had grown thinner, but fortunately not entirely despondent, though his face was filled with loneliness in a foreign land.

Seeing Yan Xixi, he was overjoyed: "Xixi... come in quickly... hurry..."

"Xixi, how did you end up like this?"

Yan Xixi removed her wig and eyelashes.

Huang’s father saw and laughed: "That’s right, this is the real you."

The living room was clean, the fireplace warm, Yan Xixi looked around, the furniture was nice, the overall environment was good. It was evident Huang Xiaojue spent much effort settling his father down.

Soon, Huang’s father brought steaming tea and little snacks: "The weather is cold, Xixi, have something first."

Yan Xixi held the teacup, getting straight to the point: "Has Xiaojue been back?"

Huang’s father sighed deeply: "Ah, don’t mention it, I haven’t seen Xiaojue for almost half a year."

Yan Xixi’s heart sank. Indeed, since Huang Xiaojue left that time, he hadn’t shown up again. Where did he go? And for what reason?

"Xiaojue entrusted a friend to take care of me. He was worried I’d feel bad, so he signed me up for a senior world travel tour, I traveled with a bunch of old folks, only returned last week..."

It was this 100-day trip that gradually helped Lao Huang out of the shadow of losing his wife.

The world is vast and full of wonders; the elderly most fear loneliness, joining a crowd and enjoying the pleasure of travel is the best remedy for solitude.

Huang Xiaojue, always filial to his parents, spent a considerable amount of money on this. Without such a long world tour, one can imagine how Lao Huang would have endured such profound grief from losing his wife?

Yan Xixi calculated the time, this travel arrangement was right after Huang Xiaojue’s departure without farewell, he constantly considered his father, this completely confirmed he wasn’t the deceased A Country citizen in Canada.

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