The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Lately, Xu Xiaoya occasionally came across reports about him in the financial pages, and she once paid close attention to his gossip news. However, according to Zhou Xiaoxuan, the Third Young Master has been very low-key lately, and nothing can be uncovered about him.

But it is undeniable that he has reached an extremely high peak — a pinnacle state that many tycoons can only dream of achieving in their lifetimes; everyone fears him somewhat.

A giant in the financial world, unparalleled in his influence.

Xu Xiaoya mused: No wonder he attempted suicide for Zhang Chuchu and refused to answer Yan Xixi’s calls.

If you were a man and achieved this much, wouldn’t you be ecstatic?

A choice that a million men would make.

So, Xu Xiaoya respectfully handed over a set of pre-prepared materials: "Third Young Master, please check it..."

It was a detailed asset inventory: the financial status of the two specialty stores, the current business situation, the scale of profits... every little detail was clearly written.

Including the car Yan Xixi had left at her home.

"Third Young Master, all of this belongs to Xixi’s share... Sigh, I once thought she might come back, but... please handle these for her..."

Wan Donglin casually placed the documents aside without looking, heading straight to the point: "Xu Xiaoya, I only came today to ask you one thing, has Yan Xixi contacted you recently?"

Xu Xiaoya was utterly astonished.

What a joke.

The accident occurred so long ago, and it’s been announced that everyone perished; how could Yan Xixi contact her?

She cautiously asked: "Third Young Master... what do you mean?"

"Has Yan Xixi contacted you?"

He was impatient: "Has she called? Texted? Contacted through any messaging apps?"

"..."

"Let me put it this way... recently, have there been any strange calls reaching you? Or messages from peculiar numbers? Check all your communication devices to see if any mysterious strangers have contacted you."

Xu Xiaoya nodded firmly: "Yes!"

Wan Donglin’s face lit up.

"Indeed, many strangers have contacted me, but they were either real estate agents, loan sharks, or insurance salesmen..."

Wan Donglin: "..."

It’s like that joke: Ever since I owned a mobile phone, due to my peculiar habit of storing messages, here’s the incomplete statistics: won the lottery 63 times with total winnings of 12.6 million yuan, received 39 phones, 9 computers, and 17 cars, summoned to court 38 times, accepted by universities 27 times; moreover, my girlfriend was kidnapped 5 times, my son caught by Officer Zhang for soliciting four times.

However, Wan Donglin didn’t laugh, he was quite anxious: "Xu Xiaoya, think carefully, have there been any strange calls lately? Like ones that connect but don’t speak? Or ones that ring briefly and hang up quickly?"

"..."

"Let me put it this way, Xu Xiaoya, could you organize your contact list? Gather all the numbers you find strange and give me a copy..."

Xu Xiaoya was very surprised: "Third Young Master, you think Xixi might still call me?"

"That’s possible."

Xu Xiaoya widened her eyes, as if seeing a ghost: "Third Young Master, you... What do you mean by that? Could it be fatigue recently? Although I’m also deeply saddened, but the dead cannot be resurrected, you... please accept my condolences..."