The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 257: Confession 2_1

Huang Xiaojue couldn’t believe it, his heart filled with panic. "Xixi..."

Her voice held a hint of laughter. "Xiaojue, do you remember Director Liang? Don’t be afraid, trust me..."

Wan Donglin shuddered.

Director Liang—that lecherous, boring, uncouth, pudgy man, the one who was eventually investigated and sent to prison.

He was both furious and enraged. How dare she compare him to Director Liang? So, in her eyes, he had always held such a despicable position.

"Xiaojue, let’s leave it at this for now. I’ll come back to find you soon. Goodbye."

She was the one who hung up. Clenching her teeth, she resolutely turned off her phone. Leaning against the wall, the gentle expression on her face and the softness in her voice vanished completely. She just stared daggers at Wan Donglin.

He stared back at her.

But this standoff was brief. She was extraordinarily tired, her head spinning in waves. Slowly, she lay down and squeezed her eyes shut. At this moment, she didn’t want to try and act tough with him.

Wan Donglin felt a wave of relief. After a moment, he let out a soft, inward sigh and turned to leave.

Only when she heard the door close did she open her eyes. Through the glass window, she could see a view of the river. She was shocked. I’ve never been to this house before. I wonder which of Wan Donglin’s Ecstasy Dens this is. It seems he’s determined to drag things out with me here for a while.

Huang Xiaojue indeed couldn’t find this house. He had been waiting at their old spot, but after Yan Xixi’s call, he immediately understood she definitely wasn’t there. A man like Wan Donglin wouldn’t have just one property. He was like a crafty rabbit with three burrows; finding him quickly would be no easy task.

He pondered for a long time but didn’t act rashly, instead driving straight home.

When he opened the door and went inside, his mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Seeing her son’s haggard expression and that he had returned alone, she immediately asked, "Where’s Yan Xixi? Didn’t you say she was coming home with you for the New Year?"

Huang Xiaojue was exhausted. "She has something to attend to. She’ll be free in a few days."

"Isn’t it the holidays? Why didn’t she come back with you? Son, did you two have a fight?"

"No."

Mother Huang observed his expression carefully, then asked tentatively, "Xiaojue, tell me the truth, did you two really have a fight?"

"Really, no."

"If there’s no fight, why wouldn’t she come home with you? Her mother passed away long ago. Why would she go home alone? To spend New Year’s by herself?"

Huang Xiaojue just buried his head in his hands, utterly at a loss as to how to explain the situation to his parents.

Hearing the voices, Father Huang came out. Seeing the situation, he shot his wife a look and said, "It’s good that Xiaojue is back. Old woman, hurry and set the table. Dinner’s almost ready."

Mother Huang walked into the kitchen resentfully. What airs is this Yan Xixi putting on? We invited her to our home for the New Year, and she dares to act so uppity?

Her impression of Yan Xixi, already poor, worsened because of this. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn’t hold back any longer and went out again. "Son, there’s something I must tell you." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Huang Xiaojue was in no mood to ask what it was; he just glanced at her.

"Son, did you know Yan Xixi owns a luxury goods store?"

Huang Xiaojue looked completely surprised.

Mother Huang’s heart sank when she saw this. Sure enough, my son knows nothing about it.

"You know that big luxury goods store downtown, right? Zhou Xiaoxuan told me that the owner behind the scenes is Yan Xixi, and that Wan Donglin opened it for her. At first, I didn’t believe that, so I went to ask Xu Xiaoya. But Xu Xiaoya tried to talk her way out of it, claiming the store was hers, not Yan Xixi’s..."