The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Yan Xixi, what she wants is to stay together for a lifetime, even if it’s plain and ordinary, like oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar.

Just as he did during those days of searching, he never yearned for any surprises, just waking up from nightmares every day, reaching out to feel: hoping to touch a familiar warmth.

That would be enough.

If time could be turned back, he thought, even if it meant not attending South Country University, he would never choose to live separately.

However, no matter how much power or money you have, even if you exhaust everything, you cannot buy back a moment of yesterday.

The swirling snow was getting denser, he pulled up his coat collar, feeling the cold penetrate to the bone.

Perhaps, Yan Xixi really is no longer in this world?

A few companions caught up, shouting: "Wan, what’s wrong with you?"

"What did you discover?"

Someone laughed: "I clearly saw Wan chasing after a beauty. How come such a sudden good interest?"

"Is it true? How breathtakingly beautiful is that person?"

Wan Donglin only gave a wry smile.

"Tell us, just how stunning was she?"

He sighed deeply: "I just mistook a person, thought it was an acquaintance."

"Ha, I remembered, when Wan was in school, didn’t he like a blonde beauty? Where was that beauty from? Could it be that’s who you saw today?"

Before Wan Donglin could answer, another person beside him asked: "When did Wan ever like blondes? I remember his girlfriend back then had long black hair."

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In the midst of everyone’s discussions, Wan Donglin remained silent.

That night, he walked alone for an hour, strolling back to that small house.

The night was deep, the swirling snowflakes adorned the withered yellow trees.

Mrs. Yang was still ordered to manage things here, but she’d taken a two-week vacation and wasn’t home tonight.

Wan Donglin entered, the house was clean, the furnishings unchanged, and in the study on the second floor, everything was as usual, Yan Xixi’s professional books, her various sundries, and the clothes in the dressing room... and a photo frame she placed on the desk, with a meticulously posed photo of the two, their only such careful photograph.

It was taken when she was going abroad for the first time, after their "chance encounter" on the plane, when they traveled abroad together, taken outside a beautiful hotel on the mountaintop.

The people in the photo had vivid and delicate features, lifelike.

The green hills remain, but the beautiful face is no more.

He lay on the bed, not particularly sad, just extremely, extremely lonely.

When busy, he didn’t feel it, but once idle, this loneliness came uninvited. There was no pain anywhere in his body, yet you always felt something was missing, that from then on, you were never whole again.

Just like reaching out time and again, that warm body heat could no longer be touched.

It wouldn’t be long before the New Year’s Eve bell would chime.

Only, he thought, this time, even if he wanted to surprise her, there would never be another opportunity.

At the same moment, Yan Xixi had already entered a nearby small hotel.

With so many people and noise, she simply hadn’t noticed Wan Donglin’s whereabouts; she just suddenly remembered she needed to buy a small urgent item, fearing the store would close, so she hurriedly dashed into a small shop.

And just like that, the two missed each other and never met again.

Maybe she had eaten too much turkey and was both sleepy and weary, she fell into a deep slumber as soon as she lay down. Sleeping early, and waking up early. When she opened her eyes, it was only five in the morning.

She opened her laptop, logged into various social networks and communication tools using her alias.

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