The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 258: Confession 3_1

Huang’s mother was shocked at the time. When she got home, she thought it over. Something isn’t right. Xu Xiaoya is inferior to Yan Xixi in every aspect. Who would gift her such a large high-end boutique? Besides, could an ordinary man even afford it?

She immediately called Zhou Xiaoxuan. Zhou Xiaoxuan only responded with a question, "Auntie, all I can tell you is that the store was definitely financed by Wan Donglin. But do you really think he would give the store to Xu Xiaoya?"

She didn’t believe it. If the person behind the scenes was really Wan Donglin, then the store must have been for Yan Xixi.

Clearly, Zhou Xiaoxuan was telling the truth. Otherwise, why would Wan Donglin be trying to drum up business among the wealthy wives?

"Son, don’t let Yan Xixi fool you. She might be two-timing you. She’s not worth your devotion..."

Huang Xiaojue felt dizzy from her words and responded flatly, "That kind of hearsay isn’t credible."

"Son, why are you so stubborn? If that weren’t the case, why wouldn’t Yan Xixi come home with you for the New Year?"

He was agitated. "Dad, Mom, let’s eat first."

The old couple exchanged a glance. He had already sat down, picked up his bowl, and begun to eat. He hadn’t heard a single word his mother said. His mind was consumed by one thought: How can I rescue her? Even if Xixi’s mention of ’President Liang’ was a signal that she could devise a plan, she’s still just a vulnerable woman. What incredible strategy could she possibly have to escape the Devil Cave? Moreover, Wan Donglin isn’t like President Liang. His viciousness and cunning surpass President Liang’s ten thousandfold.

Yan Xixi didn’t even realize when her IV drip had finished. The next time she opened her eyes, she was awakened by the continuous sound of firecrackers. The room was pitch-black. The curtains were drawn, admitting no glimmer of light.

There was a warm presence beside her. In her groggy state, her consciousness faint, she instinctively called out, "Mom..."

No one answered. She called out again, "Xiaojue... Xiaojue..."

Still, no one answered.

A sudden fear gripped her. But as she turned over, a hand caught hers. His voice, very gentle in the darkness, asked, "Xixi, are you awake?"

Perhaps it was the winter cold, or perhaps her body was too weak. For so long, she hadn’t realized she was lying in someone’s arms.

A lamp was turned on, casting a soft light.

Wan Donglin held her and asked gently, "Xixi, are you hungry?"

Having received intravenous nutrients, she wasn’t hungry at all; she only wanted to get away from him. But she couldn’t break free from his iron grip in the slightest. Fortunately, her sleepwear was intact. It seemed he hadn’t misbehaved during the night, so she stopped struggling.

After a while, Wan Donglin saw she had calmed down. He leaned against the headboard, mirroring her position, his hand gently resting on her shoulder. "Xixi, tonight is New Year’s Eve. I’ve had them prepare some dishes, all your favorites. Eat something."

She remained silent. He took it as consent, and his delight was obvious.

After freshening up, she came out and saw that the meal, very lavish, was already served on the table. She didn’t stand on ceremony and sat down to eat and drink. However, her mouth tasted bitter, and everything was bland. After a few bites, she put down her chopsticks.

"Xixi, eat a bit more..."

He served her food attentively, almost fawningly, with a hint of ingratiation he himself didn’t realize. "Try some fish; it’s very light."

She didn’t eat any of it.

He cheerfully handed her a bowl of sweet soup. "Xixi, have some more soup."

She was about to push the soup away, but then she saw his bandaged hand fumbling as he struggled to offer her the bowl, needing to use both hands. So, she refrained.