And that ti he took to that "Exchange Despair Club." Although he staunchly denied it afterwards, who knew what he was thinking at the ti?
Of course! And his red velvet swing!
The girls who sat on it with bare legs—
Every ti I think about it, it sends shivers down my spine.
Even after all this ti, I occasionally wake up from a nightmare, still shaken by the mory.
It was this whole array of his actions that convinced he was a pervert, lecherous, treacherous, and utterly unscrupulous. After all, he certainly hadn’t shied away from using underhanded tactics to force to leave Huang Xiaojue back then.
Deep down, I’ve always been on guard against him, never feeling he was soone trustworthy.
Not to ntion, his kidnapping before the Spring Festival almost directly caused Huang Xiaojue’s mother to completely turn against . Wasn’t that despicable enough? Ruining things the first ti wasn’t enough for him; he had to destroy my chances a second ti. Though, deep down, I suspected that even without Wan Donglin, Huang Xiaojue’s mother would never have accepted —initially because I was poor, and now because of the stain on my reputation.
"Miss, why are you so silent? Has that disgusting old man really never done anything good for you?"
Nothing good at all?
Maybe there was... At least when it was discovered that my HCG was too low and the baby couldn’t be saved, he stayed in the hospital with for a whole week. He practically never left my side, constantly telling jokes, and taking care of with all his heart.
That was the second most vulnerable mont in my life (the most vulnerable was when my mother passed away), and the ti I most needed soone’s company; he didn’t disappoint then.
If there was anything good about him, that was the only ti, right?
Won are strange. To think that what I rembered was actually such an insignificant little thing.
I suddenly recalled that the change in attitude of that man with the incredibly vicious tongue began when I got pregnant, didn’t it? After I got pregnant, he never said anything overly cruel again.
But that was just because he wanted to buy the child, wasn’t it?
"Miss, why are you still not talking? Could it be that the disgusting old man is married and you’re the other woman?"
"Pah! Can you stop being so disgusting? He’s unmarried! I’ve never had any tolerance for mistresses."
"That’s strange. You’re not his mistress, and the man didn’t hit or scold you, so why do you dislike him so much?"
"..."
"Are you feeling guilty? Could it be that the poor old man was actually good to you, and you were fickle, fell for so pretty boy, and dumped him?"
I retorted angrily, "What do you understand? Our relationship was nothing more than a financial transaction."
"Haha, interesting. Miss, if you took so much money, why are you struggling to even get a mortgage for a small house? Or is it that you’re too noble and don’t care about money?"
"Tch! It’s not that I don’t love money; I’m just afraid if I took it, I’d get my hands chopped off or have sulfuric acid thrown on ! Humph, if it weren’t for those dangers, I’d have bought a huge villa long ago, lived in a fifty-thousand-square-foot room, and woken up to ten thousand male servants attending every day!"
He laughed heartily, "Couldn’t you just take the money and run far, far away?"
I pursed my lips. Easier said than done. Where in the world could one possibly escape to?
He was extrely curious, "According to you, the poor old man never hit or scolded you, didn’t force you, and even gave you money to spend, yet you avoid him like the plague. On the other hand, your own high-and-mighty mother can’t stand you, yet you still desperately try to get close to her. Are you an idiot?"
"What do you understand? It’s because *he* treats well."
"How well?"
"At least he never talks down to ; he never hurts my self-esteem."
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