The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Wan Donglin?

The first time I thought of that name, my heart always twitched a little.

No, now I don’t need you anymore.

Disappearing at will, I can forgive that.

For your so-called great career, I have to endure humiliation, I can forgive that...

You didn’t come to the Harvard ceremony, I can forgive that;

Entangled with Zhang Chuchu, I can also forgive that;

Always hidden behind you, never daring to step into the spotlight, I forgive that too;

But having more than a dozen calls cut off, there’s truly no reason to forgive.

That was a life-and-death moment, the only effective time to call for help, the only chance to be rescued—what if luck hadn’t been so good? What if a moment’s bad decision from the nightmare led to an opposite choice?

What if the other party’s intention was to end my life?

At that moment, Yan Xixi would have been completely dead.

Survived by chance, thank the heavens.

Even, without the false evidence Huang Xiaojue provided, I might have been doomed to die.

In the unseen realm, there’s a sense of divine will.

Survived, but my mood isn’t light.

Like those fugitives on the run, who knows what kind of days they live: drinking and dreaming? No thought for tomorrow?

With this feeling, what hope is there to talk about longing for romance, love, or lack of love?

To me, these have long been fleeting clouds.

When the robber’s knife is at your throat, you call out to your closest person for help, yet they don’t respond—if you were in my shoes, how would you feel?

Forget talking about tolerance and generosity; the hurt isn’t on you, naturally, you play the Saint.

Remember, you’re not God, you’re not worthy of forgiving others—to have the victim forgive the perpetrator, do you still have any dignity?

Yan Xixi even shivered repeatedly.

If indeed she had died, would Wan Donglin’s regret help? Would an apology help?

Don’t give me excuses and reasons—some mistakes can be made, but some mistakes are absolutely intolerable.

A murderer killed you and apologized, would you laugh and accept it in the underworld?

If you would, then congratulations, you’re a Saint—but scoundrels are enabled by Saints like you.

Some mistakes can be fatal in just one instance.

There may be thousands of reasons to love someone.

But to give up, it takes only a second.

The last time Wan Donglin hung up on her, in extreme fear, she immediately lost heart—when my life means nothing to you, what else is there for you to care about?

Is this really love for a person?

Zhang Chuchu playing suicide is indeed shocking, very much worth your visit—but my repeated calls overseas, are they just for fun?

Moreover, he knows full well that Zhang Chuchu’s whole family is around her, not that it matters if he goes or not—the elder Zhang, Mrs. Zhang, several brothers and sisters-in-law... she’s a princess-like figure, even a minor injury would have countless people caring, eagerly attending.

Even if Wan Donglin is a few minutes late, she wouldn’t really die.

But if you’re late for me by a few minutes, I might actually die—you’re my only family.

Besides, isn’t it only natural for a woman to seek help from her love?

He actually refused!

Zhang Chuchu is far more important than Yan Xixi in his eyes.

At that moment, she didn’t love him anymore. Because she knows only an extremely indifferent man would hang up on you at such a crucial time, ignore you completely.

Utterly disheartened, she roams the world.