The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

She opened it and saw various certificates, passports, overseas accounts, and some related special materials inside... After carefully looking through them, she suddenly understood that Huang Xiaojue should have dealt with his family’s real estate as early as last year. At that time, domestic housing prices were high, and the two properties owned by the Huang Family were in prime locations. Huang Xiaojue also had a townhouse under his name, and he dealt with all these. This small house in South Country was one he had bought long ago.

In the financial circle at the center of the storm over the past two years, he actually only took that high salary, without getting involved with any other money. As a result, he was able to leave smoothly.

During the time when everyone was fighting to the death, even his most hateful enemies couldn’t find any dirt on him.

A gentleman loves wealth and acquires it through ethical means; Huang Xiaojue has never placed too much importance on other money.

In a certain sense, the accumulation over these years even involved contributions from the parents of Huang Family.

But Yan Xixi never knew.

Let alone whether he could be lucky enough to stay long-term.

She was stunned when she flipped to a large stack of things.

It was a certificate: passport, etc. Huang Xiaojue had duplicates; the other one was actually hers, Yan Xixi’s.

In other words, it was a fake certificate.

However, as she carefully inspected it, she couldn’t find any flaws.

This should be the work of an expensive underground group, so real that it seemed authentic.

Huang Xiaojue actually prepared such a thing for her? When did it start? Was he always aware that Yan Xixi would face an unforeseen day? Or was it since the failed stabbing incident by Wang Xiaohao? Or when the sleazy man stopped her from boarding?

When she completely forgot and ignored him, it turned out that he was always planning for her.

She longed to gaze at it, tears streaming down like rain.

From beginning to end, he always cared about her.

She went to the kitchen.

She recalled everything he loved.

But tears kept flowing uncontrollably.

Finally, a bright breakfast began.

At that time, Huang Xiaojue had just opened his eyes.

Very tired, in pain, but there was a feeling without explanation.

Yan Xixi gently walked in.

Opposite, a gaze filled with surprise, joy, relaxation, relief... Just like waking up from a dream, in a daze. He spoke with a dream-like voice: "Xixi... Xixi..."

Is this a dream?

Countless times upon waking up from a dream, but never seen such a real scene.

The small table was already set, porridge, sandwiches, and four crispy snacks. There was even the rich aroma of butter cookies, with the special scent emitted by the scallions on top.

More importantly, her smiling face, with the utmost gentle tone: "Xiaojue, they’re all things you like to eat."

Of course she always remembered his preferences.

"Xiaojue, did you see? These greens, although not like before, I searched in the fridge and mixed them up a bit, it’s still okay... And this broccoli, snow peas, look, aren’t the colors nice?"

"I just regret not being able to make authentic flavors; the seasonings here aren’t complete, they’re all cheese salad dressings and such... Don’t you find vegetable salads very unappetizing? I just don’t get it, why do foreigners, like goats, love to eat such a large plate of raw stuff? Aren’t they afraid of getting parasites??... I don’t like eating this stuff at all, and neither do you, haha, I just knew..."