"Xixi, I’ve never once thought about hiding you away!"
It took her quite so ti before she slowly said, "Your mother will not accept ."
That was a statent, not speculation.
Mrs. Huang had an extrely poor initial impression of her and was well aware of her past with Wan Donglin. In Mrs. Huang’s eyes, Yan Xixi was already less than a cockroach—impoverished to the point of bleeding and desperate to sponge off her son.
Back in the day, Huang Xiaojue was just a regional manager, yet to Mrs. Huang, the gulf between him and soone like Yan Xixi was already like that between a Prince and a commoner.
And now, Huang Xiaojue’s status had improved significantly. In Mrs. Huang’s eyes, he was undoubtedly an unparalleled diamond bachelor. Could she possibly let her son, so flawless and perfect, marry a woman like Yan Xixi?
It was bad enough for a man to know one’s past. It was even worse when his parents and relatives also knew. Which ordinary woman could bear that?
In the early stages of love, a woman is often indescribably confident. She might believe that if she and his mother fell into the water at the sa ti, even if he didn’t save her first, he would at least save the one closest and most accessible to him. But in reality, a woman should never try to force a man to choose between her and his mother. Without exception, the wife will always be the loser.
You either endure and wait for his mother to die of old age, or you tactfully and quietly leave.
Yan Xixi never wanted to be chosen by others; she preferred to make her own choices. In all her previous years, she had always been the one chosen. How pitiful!
"Xiaojue, a marriage without parental blessings will most likely not be happy."
He stared at her, saying nothing.
He drove her ho, and she was silent the entire way. After she got out of the car, she just hastily said goodbye and turned to leave. But he grabbed her arm.
She was flustered, her heart in turmoil, and she kept her head turned, avoiding his gaze.
"Xixi!"
"Xiaojue, I’ve thought about this many tis. We’re not suitable for each other. You deserve a better girl. We missed our chance; it’s truly in the past. There’s no need for you to cause conflict with your parents because of ..." Her words tumbled out incoherently, her face flushing crimson. "Xiaojue, please, don’t co looking for anymore."
He held her hand tightly, not letting go, but remained silent, simply gazing at her.
She didn’t dare to et his gaze and just wanted to escape quickly.
"Xixi, I also never imagined my mother would willingly accept you."
She stared at him.
He was extrely frank. "But that’s not the problem. For my sake, she will compromise. Even if she can’t fully compromise, she will at least maintain superficial respect. That’s why I bought the house, Xixi. We won’t be living with my parents, so we can avoid many potential conflicts. Besides, even if they aren’t particularly warm towards you at first, once we have a child, they will completely give in."
This all hinges on you always loving , Xiaojue, she thought. But will you love forever, unchangingly? In university, she had believed so. But after several years of a deceitful life, her confidence had eroded. Especially after fleeing from Wan Donglin, she believed it even less. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have hidden from Huang Xiaojue for so long.
In this materialistic era, overflowing with temptations, it might take years of effort to nurture a relationship, but destroying one could take only a few dusks.
She remained silent for too long. So, when he said goodbye, he only hugged her tightly and didn’t kiss her passionately as he used to.
A few minutes later, Yan Xixi habitually walked to the window. She saw that, unlike usual, he wasn’t standing downstairs looking up; his figure had already vanished.
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