The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Old Zhang let out a long sigh and hung up the phone. Having paid such a high price, and having spent these days tirelessly reshuffling, negotiating, balancing interests, and maneuvering various forces, finally, this good opportunity had arrived.

Even his own son didn’t get this opportunity.

Firstly, to avoid suspicion; secondly, because his son’s status and reputation truly couldn’t compare to Wan Donglin’s.

Moreover, he had truly made a deliberate effort to cultivate him, elevating him to the highest position... Even when the incident of Zhang Chuchu’s suicide occurred, he didn’t blame him, but was still very determined to allow him to rise.

After all, up to now, he indeed couldn’t find a better trump card.

But unexpectedly, at the critical moment, such a thing happened.

Wan Donglin had already stepped onto the plane; Zhang Xiang finally couldn’t bear it: "Third Young Master... Can you postpone it by one day?"

He looked at him in disbelief.

Zhang Xiang still pressed on: "Third Young Master, we all understand your feelings, but tonight’s meeting is extremely crucial... If you don’t go now, even if it’s not said that our previous efforts are wasted, it would still have a great impact..."

Those involved are confused, the onlookers are clear.

With such a major issue, no individual or family, even if you are as rich as a nation or possess overwhelming power, can do anything. Many times, even if you mobilize the power of a nation or dozens of countries, it might still not be achievable.

What difference does it make to go one day earlier or later?

Going is nothing more than making a fuss in the hotel where you’re staying, worrying in vain.

"What has happened has already happened, now, what can individual strength do? Even if you rush there immediately, it’s nothing more than worrying in vain... It’s better to delay it by a day..."

Zhang Xiang didn’t finish his sentence, having already stopped.

Because, Wan Donglin had already boarded the plane.

He chuckled bitterly and followed suit.

A luxurious private jet, with an extremely extravagant and comfortable setup, exquisite red wine, various fruits... just after undergoing comprehensive inspection and maintenance. Because, they had long received orders that the Third Young Master would use this plane in two days—to fly to Boston to meet Yan Xixi.

Now, the departure time was moved up.

What’s different is that this time there were over ten plainclothes officers accompanying. This time, they genuinely carried a mysterious weapon.

However, in the spacious cabin, no one made a sound, nor did anyone drink. Everyone felt slightly tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Only Wan Donglin suddenly raised a bottle of red wine and almost drank the whole bottle in one go.

Just a while later, he fell asleep.

Zhang Xiang and others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The plane flew smoothly.

When Wan Donglin opened his eyes again, it was late at night and the plane was still in flight.

He looked blankly at the dark sky outside the cabin, then habitually picked up his phone. His mind was in a haze, as if only at this moment did he start slowly thinking about what exactly had happened.

Beside him, there was a printout of the passenger list.

He picked it up and saw the name "Yan Xixi" marked out with a marker.

Slowly sitting up, he realized a clear fact: the plane was in trouble; a person might never exist in this world again.

On his phone, there were about twenty missed calls—in just two short days, it felt like a lifetime ago.

Only now did he begin to understand her feelings when she dialed the phone repeatedly at that time, looking at the time, it was actually within half an hour before takeoff...