The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 251: Fight with Life 1_1
He stared intently at the fruit knife, yet he didn’t step back one bit. His gaze darkened, like the oppressive calm before a great storm.
He’d never imagined this woman would be ready with a spring-loaded fruit knife at all times. He could see clearly: she hadn’t pulled it from her bag, but from the pocket of her jeans, her movements practiced and swift. Clearly, it was a habitual action for her.
This was no ordinary fruit knife; it only resembled one. In truth, it was much smaller and sharper.
She glared at him fiercely, as if he were a mortal enemy.
He knew she was always on guard, but he’d never expected it to this degree. Disappointment and heartache subtly welled within him. The way she was wary of him now was exactly how she must have been with the men she conned in the past. As the saying goes, walk a dark path long enough, and you’re bound to meet ghosts. If those men, especially the vile and vicious ones, discovered they hadn’t received an ’excessive return’ on their ’small investment’ and sought revenge—when she couldn’t get away, she was always prepared to fight for her life.
Yet, he hadn’t expected (or perhaps, deep down, he refused to believe) that he was in the same category as those men.
In your eyes, Yan Xixi, am I truly no different from the men you’ve encountered before? In these past two years, have I brought you no good whatsoever? During those days of your pregnancy, we were together day and night; I watched over you every evening. I’ve never cared for any woman so meticulously, nor have I ever anticipated having a lovely child with a woman so much... And the laughter in Jiuzhaigou, the tenderness in your eyes when you served me meals with your own hands... Bit by bit, these moments have gathered, becoming cherished thoughts. I even believed you liked me, at least somewhat—that you only left so decisively because I wasn’t willing to marry you.
He had always thought he was special—at least, second only to Huang Xiaojue.
Especially on WeChat, her unguardedness and heartfelt conversations had only deepened this impression—that he surely occupied a very important place in her heart.
But now, she was actually ready to fight him to the death!
For another man, she readily drew a knife on him.
He, Wan Donglin, couldn’t even compare to a sliver of Huang Xiaojue; he was no better than those despicable men.
His eyes were bloodshot. "Yan Xixi, are you really going to fight me to the death for Huang Xiaojue?"
The fruit knife was aimed at him. Her face was pallid, but her eyes were surprisingly resolute. Her expression clearly stated: If you, Wan Donglin, dare to take even half a step across the Thunder Pool, I will absolutely not spare you today.
"Do you really love Huang Xiaojue that much?"
"I’ve always loved him. That has never changed!"
"Are you determined to marry him?"
"I absolutely must marry him!"
"Haha, what a pair of lovesick fools. But I despise people like you the most..."
She raised her voice. "Step aside!"
He burst out laughing, but there was no mirth in his laughter as he violently lunged for the fruit knife in her hand. "Yan Xixi, I refuse to let you go! Unless you kill me today, don’t even think about leaving..."
She remained highly alert. Seeing him lunge to snatch it, she hastily dodged. However, he advanced a step. She was caught off guard, and her knife thrust towards his chest.
He didn’t dodge or evade, meeting the blade head-on. How could she dare to actually stab him? As the knife neared his heart, her hand trembled, and she desperately tried to pull back. But he caught the blade with one hand and, with the other, pulled her fiercely into his embrace.
