Moreover, she couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable dread. It was as if this stranger wasn’t just any ordinary one. If they were to et and that mysterious veil between them was lifted, the slightest mishap could an they wouldn’t even end up as friends. She was actually afraid to et him. Even if they did et, it couldn’t be at her place.
"Miss, you’re not going to stand up again, are you?"
"Well... I live with a friend. We have a pact not to bring any male friends ho, just to avoid any awkwardness."
"Haha, are you afraid your best friend will try to steal away? Don’t worry, I’m only interested in you. I won’t spare her a glance."
"My friend wouldn’t even look your way! You shouldn’t get so full of yourself."
"Miss, I’m really coming over for that al, so you’d better prepare yourself."
"No! We never let strangers into our ho."
"Hmph! What kind of excuse is that? I’m just coming to eat; I won’t do anything to you. Besides, there are two of you there. If anything did happen, I’d be the one at a disadvantage..."
"Absolutely not! If you genuinely want to treat you, I can pick a restaurant."
This ti, it was Wan Donglin’s turn to be both amused and frustrated. This little minx, she was surprisingly guarded. But today, he truly couldn’t hold back any longer. It felt as if his feet were on casters; he absolutely had to et her.
Especially since she’d hinted at breaking up with Huang Xiaojue—this was his chance to swoop in! Even if it wasn’t the perfect ti, he had to seize the opportunity because he simply couldn’t contain himself any longer. Although they chatted every day and he had a clear grasp of her situation, virtual interaction was no match for real-life contact. Whenever he closed his eyes, he would picture her beautiful face! Despite his many years as a ladies’ man, his heart still raced every ti he looked at her photo. He found it strange himself. When they were actually together back then, he’d never been this nervous. Why did he feel like such a greenhorn now?
He parked the car by the side of the road. Just as he was about to get out, he suddenly saw another car drive past. He froze, then took a second look. Wasn’t that Huang Xiaojue’s car?
Sure enough, the car skillfully pulled into the apartnt complex’s parking lot. It looked like a regular visitor.
At that mont, a mix of bitterness and jealousy surged through him. All those dishes she had cooked... they were for Huang Xiaojue. All this ti he’d been chatting with her, he had rarely seen Huang Xiaojue around. Moreover, Huang Xiaojue often traveled for work, so they didn’t live together. Xu Xiaoya served as a natural barrier. This had allowed him to delude himself. Perhaps she didn’t love Huang Xiaojue that much—at least, not enough to want to marry him.
But now, with Huang Xiaojue brazenly waltzing into her ho, how could he possibly swallow this? How stubborn was Huang Xiaojue? Considering how he had stord into his own ho back then, would he really break up with her just because his mother objected? Was that even possible? After all, as long as Huang Xiaojue didn’t break up with her, would she ever be the one to initiate it? She was still hung up on that damned first love of hers.
The thought alone made him feel like a pig roasting on a fire—every pore of his being seethed with anger.
"Hey, Miss, didn’t you say you’d broken up with that tall, rich, and handso guy?"
Yan Xixi had just finished mixing the chicken slices. Wiping her hands clean, she glanced at the ssage and wondered inwardly, Why can’t this guy just let it go?
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