The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Xu Xiaoya nodded: "Keep trying, after all, there’s something in it for you."

She suddenly leaned in: "Xu Xiaoya, I had a nightmare last night..."

"What kind of nightmare?"

"I dreamt that Yan Xixi suddenly came back. She saw me in the shop, cursed me for squatting in the swallow’s nest, told me to get out, and then kicked me out..." She looked worried, anxious, "Do you think Yan Xixi will really kick me out when she comes back?"

Xu Xiaoya: "..."

"Honestly, I dreamt of her, and the dream was very clear, like it was real. She wasn’t dead, she was alive and well, and I still remember what she said to me: Zhou Xiaoxuan, how can you be so shameless? You’re squatting in the swallow’s nest, shouldn’t you at least have some decency? That’s exactly how she cursed me, not a word off... I’ve been on edge all this time... Xu Xiaoya, do you think Yan Xixi could really be alive?"

Xu Xiaoya was stunned.

She couldn’t dream about Xixi, not even once.

Years drift by after life and death separate, and the soul never comes into dreams.

This is the most terrifying thing in life.

She was very melancholy: "Why can’t I dream about Xixi? I’ve tried many times to see her in dreams, but no matter what, I can’t..."

Zhou Xiaoxuan dismissed her concerns: "I always feel like Yan Xixi isn’t that easy to die... think about it, what kind of person was she? A con artist! She conned so many people, conned Huang Xiaojue, did all sorts of evil... could she really just die? I just don’t believe someone so wicked would have such a short life?"

"Zhou Xiaoxuan, why are you saying this?"

She snorted: "You didn’t just meet me today... honestly, I always feel like that con artist isn’t easy to kill..."

Xu Xiaoya hadn’t replied when the phone rang, and the receptionist said: "Sister Xu, there’s a gentleman named Wan looking for you..."

"Please bring him in quickly."

Zhou Xiaoxuan hurriedly asked: "Why is Third Young Master suddenly here? It’s strange, speak of the devil and he appears, could he be representing Yan Xixi to kick me out? Oh my god, it was his money, he’s the real boss behind this... it’s over, it’s over... was it because I offended him last time in Boston?? Oh, if I had known, I shouldn’t have offended him... I’ll apologize to him... I’ll go apologize to him immediately... Xu Xiaoya, can you plead for me... I don’t want to be kicked out..."

"You still have the mood to talk about this? Just wait for a while, I’ll call you later."

Zhou Xiaoxuan didn’t want to face Wan Donglin, so she quickly slipped away to the third-floor sales area.

Xu Xiaoya just opened the office door, and Wan Donglin was already standing at the entrance.

Since the last encounter in Boston, it was their first meeting in three or four months.

During those three or four months, Xu Xiaoya had come to terms with it, slowly accepting that Yan Xixi had been dead for some time. Even during the past "Ghost Festival" in July, she burned a lot of paper money for her.

But many things related to Yan Xixi were still unresolved: the ownership of this shop, some of Yan Xixi’s personal belongings, like her car and house.

She had long wanted to discuss with Wan Donglin, but he was a busy person. When Yan Xixi was around, perhaps Third Young Master still cared somewhat, but now, what qualifications did Xu Xiaoya have to approach him?

She knew, if Wan Donglin wanted to talk, he would come to her.

Sure enough, Wan Donglin came.

Of course, she thought, Third Young Master definitely wasn’t here to kick Zhou Xiaoxuan out.

She personally made some coffee and courteously placed it in front of him: "Third Young Master, how have you been lately?"

He’d lost a bit of weight, but besides that, he seemed fine.