The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

"Haha, you’re such a little jealous heart. Chuchu could be my daughter."

"Don’t forget Su Dongpo’s poem: With white hair against rosy cheeks, a pear blossom crushes a crabapple tree. An eighteen-year-old man likes eighteen-year-old girls; an eighty-year-old man also likes eighteen-year-old girls... Men, the younger the woman, the better..."

Didn’t Gai Long say it? Young women are like fresh oranges, the peel should be as smooth as possible. But older women, they’re like roast duck, the skin all wrinkled, looking terrible.

"Hey, do you know what that little girl said?"

"What did she say?"

"She said if she turned thirty, she’d be scared to death. Hopes she dies before she turns 29."

Yan Xixi chuckled to herself.

"Hey, she’s not my type. Her way of thinking is beyond normal understanding. Originally, she wanted me to accompany her to an opera tonight, but I refused. I have no interest in that stuff, it makes me sleepy, so she was very disappointed, thinking I’m not as perfect and elegant as she imagined..."

Yan Xixi burst into laughter.

"Then she asked me what my hobbies were. Upon learning that my hobbies were playing mahjong and card games, she was even more shocked..."

Yan Xixi laughed heartily.

This guy really knows how to play it.

Across from her, he yawned repeatedly, his voice laden with exhaustion, even his laughter sounded raspy. Yan Xixi couldn’t bear to disturb him, and gently said, "Hey, you big lout, go rest for a bit, don’t wear yourself out."

He suddenly felt very emotional: "Silly girl, have you been feeling wronged these days?"

She was taken aback.

Indeed, even though he was always busy, he still kept in touch with her privately, and even managed to visit two or three times. However, they were apart more often than not.

Suddenly she remembered, after all these years, they’ve always been apart more than together.

Always rushing toward the prospect of meeting.

Long-distance relationships are a big pitfall.

Gradually, she even stopped feeling the essence of being in love.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Or, after being apart for so long, has she become accustomed to it, feeling it doesn’t matter whether he’s by her side or not?

When one is always busy, so busy there’s no time to sleep, the loneliness is still bearable, and time flies by quickly—however, whenever there’s free time, deep loneliness envelops her, each passing moment is torture.

How terrifying.

"I’ve neglected you for a long time... Xixi, I feel so ashamed, but really, there hasn’t been any time. Trust me, once this period is over, everything will get better..."

Suddenly, any sense of grievance melted away.

"Sigh, Xixi, really, in this world, only you can endure such separation, such grievances, any other woman would’ve probably argued with me by now..."

Only she never makes a fuss.

She never even tracks his calls, never interrogates, never bombards with endless calls.

She has maintained great respect and trust in him.

As long as he says it, she basically trusts it unconditionally.

Even occasional little tiffs are like a breeze, coming quickly and leaving just as fast.

But has she never felt wronged?

No, she’s just proud—no, I could never transform myself into a resentful woman, feeling like the whole world owes me something.

"Xixi, I’m sorry."

Why apologize?

It’s not necessary at all, is it?

Those who achieve great things do not hesitate over small costs, you can’t expect a man to succeed and also demand him to be by your side twenty-four hours a day.