The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

The sky turned towards evening, with the wind blowing from the distant snow-covered mountains. Though it was midsummer, it felt refreshingly cool.

Yan Xixi slowly watched the layers of night colors rendering on the blue sky and white clouds, like a monochrome landscape painting—thick and thin, then soft lights gradually lit up in sequence.

This world was so silent as if distanced away from the clamor of the earth.

She turned on the television, there was an English program conducting an in-depth interview, discussing the recent crash. Of course, it was still various interpretations: conspiracy theories, weather theories... She silently turned off the television.

In this world, no one understood better than she did: it was clearly a huge conspiracy.

She was in a daze at the airport that day, completely disoriented by extreme shock. Later, she slowly recalled that there had clearly been a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty who approached and lingered around several times while she was in the lounge. She hadn’t paid attention then, but later realized it must have been during that time they connived with each other, causing her to suddenly fall asleep, and resulting in that femme fatale stealing her identification documents.

Such a thing is impossible without meticulous planning.

It was just like that Hollywood blockbuster she had watched before, where a female scientist was transporting her husband’s body back home with her daughter. In mid-flight, her daughter disappeared with no trace to be found. She searched throughout the plane, but everyone on board told her that her young daughter had never boarded, even showing her a doctor’s certificate proving that her daughter had died days earlier... Everyone thought she was insane, deranged.

As the mystery slowly unraveled, it turned out the air marshals on the plane wanted to hijack it for tens of millions and had set her up as the scapegoat. Those so-called medical certificates from the doctor on the ground were all long-conspired and fabricated.

Movies are just movies; naturally, the ending sees the female scientist transform into a superwoman, defeating the hijackers and saving her daughter.

But Yan Xixi was not a superwoman.

She dared not.

The person who stole her documents clearly aimed at a significant figure on the plane, while she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time with inexplicably explosive luck.

Perhaps, on the day the truth is revealed, it will be discovered that the "Yan Xixi" who boarded the plane impersonating her might be one of the key figures in all this.

And precisely because of this, Yan Xixi dared not report it to the police.

If she had reported it then, would those hundreds of people not have died?

Yet, she only felt slightly melancholy.

Because she knew clearly, if she hadn’t left immediately then, she would have been the one who died.

In critical moments, one’s instinct naturally favors oneself rather than strangers—after the fact, she was trembling with fear.

A small figure like Yan Xixi naturally couldn’t bear the colossal task of saving the world.

Yet, there remains an inexplicable sadness at the bottom of her heart. Even hiding at the ends of the earth, far from the dust, she couldn’t achieve inner peace.

In fact, she couldn’t sleep a wink every night, often suffering from sleeplessness throughout the night, becoming astonishingly haggard as a result.

At times like this, one would normally need to return home, go back to the crowd, and have the most familiar, safest people by their side... to pour out all the secrets from the bottom of their heart.

But thinking about it over and over, there was nowhere to go back to.

There was really no one to confide in.

Huang Xiaojue?

He was missing. She had sent him text messages, but there was never any reply.

Xu Xiaoya?

No, Xu Xiaoya was powerless, having barely managed to enjoy a few comfortable days—if someone were really watching her, wouldn’t that implicate her too?