The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

The Zhang Family’s car had already driven very far away.

Liu Daqing turned around, surprised to see his son had already changed clothes and walked out looking neat and tidy.

She was startled, "Donglin, where are you going?"

"Mom, Xixi is definitely not dead. I’m going to find her."

"Where are you going to find her?"

"I dreamed last night that she came back... really, she’s absolutely hiding in this city... I’m going to look at her place... she’s definitely back and hiding there..."

"Donglin..."

Liu Daqing was too late to speak; he had already started the car and driven off.

Canadian mountain park range.

From afar, many mountain ranges rise and fall, towering into the clouds, covered in white snow, stunningly beautiful.

At this moment, Yan Xixi was pushing open the small hotel’s glass window, gazing at this mountain basin-featured landscape.

The room was small, and there weren’t many tourists, but it was tranquil, beautiful, and like a utopia.

Here, you can’t hear the overwhelming news about the plane crash anymore.

However, she still didn’t dare to relax.

The moment she stepped out of the airport and landed on Canadian soil was when the world explosively announced the plane crash. No one survived.

When she saw her name prominently on the death list, she immediately understood that it was fortunate she didn’t rush to argue or report — had she chosen either, Yan Xixi would have been doomed.

Clearly, they were well prepared, stealing her passport and ID card to board the plane.

That thief, could they have also died up there?

Who was behind this? Was it a pure coincidence, or did fate allow her to escape again?

She didn’t dare to stay for a moment, immediately using a fake passport to get to Canada.

Through several disasters, yet each time turning danger into safety, truly, this wasn’t bad luck — it was extraordinarily good luck — so good she couldn’t blame fate, but instead kept thanking the heavens repeatedly.

Only the heavens could be so compassionate, merciful, generous, and forgiving.

She felt very deeply grateful.

Even the fake passport, cash, cards, phone clutching tightly in her arms... truly, it was destiny, as well as the vigilance of a female swindler developed through years of life experience.

A clever rabbit has three burrows; aside from the fake passport, she prepared plenty of cash, cards in that small room, and other backups... such is the impermanence of life. Ever since the consecutive incidents with Huang Xiaojue, she dared not let her guard down.

Preparation began early.

However, this phone was given by Huang Xiaojue. It’s from a company in Switzerland, and reportedly, many officials from the European Union use this company’s phones, specially designed with secure voice encryption.

Huang Xiaojue’s fugitive life had been well-prepared for a long time.

The false documentation he gave her wasn’t because he could foresee everything, but due to a learned vigilance toward fate.

Yan Xixi left smoothly.

Initially shutting off the phone was simply to avoid contacting Wan Donglin or any acquaintances. Until hearing news of the plane crash, she realized she dared not contact anyone ever again.

The old phone had already sunk into an unknown big river, riding the turbulent waters away, maybe never to surface again for a thousand years.

She traveled all the way to Canada to explore that website, hoping to find Huang Xiaojue’s whereabouts, but after numerous twists and turns, discovered he was a Chinese man in his forties.

This wasn’t Huang Xiaojue.

She was convinced that Huang Xiaojue definitely wouldn’t have just died.

Compassionate heaven wouldn’t be so blind.