Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1071: Overnight, Left With Nothing

Jun Moyan recalled the white-clothed man he met briefly in the woods that night, and he felt a loss of confidence in his heart.

He could see that Ye Qi liked Xiaoguai no less than he did.

With such an outstanding person liking her, protecting her, pampering her, even if Xiaoguai didn’t understand matters between men and women, she would feel differently towards Ye Qi, right?

It’s not that Jun Moyan lacked self-confidence or didn’t trust Wen Xiao’ai’s feelings for him, but Ye Qi was truly a formidable opponent to the extent that Jun Moyan didn’t even have the "qualification to participate."

Wen Xiao’ai’s sudden departure made him even more flustered and restless, unable to stop his mind from racing...

Jun Moyan sat in the car for a long, long time, his mind alternating between clarity and confusion.

Overnight, he felt as if he’d lost everything, becoming utterly destitute.

Wealth, power, influence, life, soul, happiness... even the air around him seemed to have been taken away by Wen Xiao’ai.

All that was left for him was a body and heart full of pain.

And he didn’t even have the strength to cry out loudly to vent his feelings; he just sat there quietly, absent-minded, letting his mind wander.

He didn’t even know what to do next; his life was completely disrupted, facing a blank, uncertain future.

After an unknown amount of time, Jun Moyan snapped back to reality.

He took a deep look at the woods, then withdrew his gaze, drove away... heading in the direction of Capital City...

After a five-hour drive, Jun Moyan returned to Wu Garden, dragging his tired body.

The room he shared with Wen Xiao’ai was colder than ever before.

Snacks he had bought for Wen Xiao’ai were scattered all over the floor by the bed...

Jun Moyan took off his bloodstained coat and left it outside the door before entering the room.

Step by step, he walked to the bedside, feeling that the silence around him was a bit terrifying.

Even though he enjoyed such silence when Wen Xiao’ai was not around, now, he couldn’t stand it.

Having gotten used to Wen Xiao’ai’s noise and presence, he could no longer adapt to the quietness he once had.

He came to the bedside, bent over, and somewhat stiffly picked up the scattered bags of snacks from the floor one by one.

These were all Xiaoguai’s favorites; they shouldn’t be left on the floor, she would be heartbroken.

After picking them up and placing them on the nightstand, Jun Moyan sat down by the bedside.

He reached out and picked up Wen Xiao’ai’s pillow, holding it in his arms.

Thinking of how Wen Xiao’ai took his pillow with her before leaving, Jun Moyan felt bittersweet.

Suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly took out his phone and connected it to the charger.

Upon turning the phone on, he saw dozens of missed calls. He clicked on them, directly ignoring the missed calls from Qing Yi and the company, focusing only on the three missed calls from Wen Xiao’ai yesterday morning...

At that time, his phone was turned off; she must have been terribly worried when she couldn’t reach him.

Looking at the missed calls from Wen Xiao’ai, Jun Moyan held onto a hope smaller than dust and dialed her number...

Knowing it was impossible, he still did it.

He held his breath and waited quietly.

"Sorry, the user you’ve dialed is currently not in service. Please try again later..."

The last thread of hope in his heart was ruthlessly extinguished.

Jun Moyan was disheartened and opened WeChat.

He looked at the pinned section, where the red circle displayed the number twenty-seven, yet he couldn’t bring himself to click and see what Wen Xiao’ai had sent him.

This was his last spiritual support.

However, in the end, he couldn’t resist the temptation and clicked open.