The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 30 Letβs Break Up 2_1
Her voice was devoid of any warmth. "Xiaojue, letβs break up. Iβll pay you back the fifty thousand I owe you as soon as I can." ππ»πππππ«π£π€πππ΅.ππ€π’
This time, Huang Xiaojue heard her words loud and clear. He looked at her from head to toe. Today, she was still wearing that old down jacket and those same worn-out shoes. However, this did not detract from her beauty in the slightest. Her youthful face seemed to glow, brighter even than the diamond in his hand.
"Xixi!"
This time, Yan Xixiβs voice was exceptionally clear and calm, "Xiaojue, youβve seen it all. I wanted to be honest with you, but I didnβt know how. You know the situation at homeβwe need money urgently. I had no choice but to take the shortcut. Xiaojue, Iβm sorry. Please go and donβt look for me again. Iβm not worth the sacrifices youβre making for me..."
He closed the diamond box in his hand, slowly handed it back to her, then turned and walked away.
Yan Xixi watched him leave, intending to run after him. But her feet felt as heavy as lead, and she just stood there, watching as his silhouette completely disappeared at the end of the street.
The chilling wind turned into sleet, and Yan Xixiβs whole body shivered violently. At that moment, it felt as if all her strength had been drained away, her heart utterly empty. She understood with painful clarity: the only person in the world who truly cared for her was gone now.
She wished she could bite off her tongue, swallow back the insincere words she had spoken. Yet when her teeth touched her tongue, it was just cold and numb.
γThe New Year arrived in the blink of an eye.γ
Although it was just a temporary rented dwelling, it was at least a place to stay. With clean windows, spotless surfaces, and neatly arranged furniture, it was the best home she and her mother had lived in for the past three to five years. Yan Xixi woke up early every day to clean and tidy, making the already spotless house even more orderly. She also bought plenty of food, creating a strong New Yearβs atmosphere.
Huang Xiaojue never visited again, and Yan Xixiβs phone seldom rang. Yan Xixiβs mother keenly observed her daughter. Though her heart ached with worry, she forced herself not to ask her anything.
Yan Xixi would cook different small dishes each day. As mother and daughter sat facing each other to eat, she would often giggle and say, "Mom, if our life could always be this peaceful, Iβd be content for the rest of my life."
It was such a modest wish: not to be constantly moving and displaced, not to worry about the future or illness, not even to dream of great wealth or luxuryβjust to have a one-bedroom home and stable meals.
But why was such a simple request so difficult to achieve? Yan Xixiβs motherβs eyes grew moist, and she just lowered her head to eat. She knew that Huang Xiaojue had found even this small house for them. Now that he hadnβt shown up for so many days, how much longer could she and her daughter stay here?
γSoon, the Spring Festival holiday passed.γ
On the eighth day of the first lunar month, C City was bathed in brilliant sunshine. The long-absent sun brought boundless warmth, truly signaling the arrival of spring.
Yan Xixi had prepared lunch early. Just as she finished setting the table, a knock sounded at the door. Both mother and daughter were surprised. Who could be visiting for New Year greetings?
Yan Xixiβs mother felt a surge of joy. Could it be Xiaojue? "Iβll get the door," she said.
Yan Xixiβs heart also leaped with an unexpected flutter of joy. It must be Huang Xiaojue! Apart from him, no one else would visit her and her mother. When Xiaojue comes in, what should my first words to him be? Holding her bowl, she deliberately sat with her back to the door.
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