The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 389: Meet 3_1

"Miss, you said yourself that you broke up with that guy. You weren’t lying, were you?"

"..."

"Hey, if you’re going to break up, then be decisive about it. A woman should be resolute. If you keep dragging things out with him, his mother will only look down on you more. From a man’s perspective, I’m telling you, even a mended tear leaves a scar..."

He mercilessly struck a blow, saying, "Even if your wealthy boyfriend can withstand his mother’s pressure for a while, can he withstand it for a lifetime? Right now, it’s simply because you’re young and beautiful. Untasted meat always seems more appealing. But what happens when he gets bored of you? Do you think there’ll be any good outcome for you then? Heh. When that time comes, all his mother has to do is find one little fault, and he’ll naturally find you displeasing in every way. What will you do then? Swallow your pride and bear it? Kneel and beg him? Or will he, disgusted by your past, start seeking pleasure elsewhere himself? How will you handle that? Believe it or not, the moment you warn him or start a fight, he’ll use your past to throw it right back in your face."

Word for word, sentence by sentence, it was like daggers twisting in her heart. This was exactly what Yan Xixi feared deep down, which was why she hadn’t dared to rashly marry Huang Xiaojue in private. Fear was one thing, but to have someone cut straight to the heart of the matter like this... The feeling was simply unbearable.

She was infuriated, her breath catching in her chest, and could only manage a cold laugh. After a moment, she remembered—he couldn’t even see her cold laugh. That damn lout. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Miss, if you’re a smart woman, breaking up is your only choice. You’re twenty-eight. You can’t afford to drag this out any longer. Besides, your ’Mr. Perfect’ also runs in certain circles. If you meet an acquaintance in the future and someone uncovers this old wound, he might even come home and beat you. Just break up. Hurry up and do it; it’s for the best!"

Her patience exhausted, she snapped, "What’s your obsession with this? Whether I break up or not is my private business. What’s it got to do with you?"

She suddenly realized this guy had malicious intentions. As the saying goes, it’s better to demolish ten temples than to ruin a single marriage. Yet this fellow was pushing so hard for her to break up. What was he really up to?

"Lout, do you really want me to break up?"

"..."

"Hey, I have a strange quirk. The more someone tells me to do something, the less likely I am to do it."

"..."

"To be honest with you, I actually was thinking a little about breaking up earlier. But after hearing what you’ve said, I’ve decided I’m definitely not breaking up."

Infuriated, he retorted, "It was you who said you broke up! That’s why I was even considering letting you treat me to dinner. Otherwise, why would I have given you the time of day? You should know, the line of women wanting to treat me to dinner stretches all the way to the Pacific! I’m doing you a favor, and you don’t even appreciate it? Miss, have you been playing me for a fool this whole time?"

"That’s rich. How exactly have I been playing you?"

"One minute you say you’ve broken up, the next you say you haven’t! You’re clearly stringing me along. Just when I’m about to lose hope, you give me a little. But you never actually break up. Miss, you’re trying to have it both ways! I never thought you’d be as shallow and utterly hypocritical as other women..."

Sure enough, his true intentions were finally revealed. I knew this lout was up to no good. A man would never offer you something for nothing—there’s always an ulterior motive.

For some reason, even though they were arguing over the phone, separated by the cold, virtual network, she had a peculiar feeling. His tone, his way of speaking... It was as if she were arguing with someone very, very familiar—

She carefully tried to recall: who had she ever argued with like this before?

She couldn’t help but stick her head out the window again, as if trying to see just who this person downstairs picking a fight with her was.