The Billionaire's Hidden Affection Chapter 390: Miss 11

But as she looked around, there wasn’t a single familiar face on the tree-lined path. Nor did the few visible cars seem out of place.

At that mont, Wan Donglin clearly saw her head leaning further and further out of the window. Her entire body was practically draped over the windowsill. It was the second floor, quite close. When she leaned out like that, he could clearly see her holding her phone.

Her gaze landed on his car several tis, only to shift away again. He had only himself to bla; in the past, he always flaunted super-luxurious cars. This ti, he had deliberately chosen a low-key model.

Yan Xixi scanned the area several tis but found nothing unusual.

She said patiently, "Sir, I assure you I have never given you any ambiguous hints! If you insist there’s sothing, then you’re overthinking."

"How am I overthinking? You yourself suggested giving a scarf, gloves, and even cooking for ... Isn’t this giving hope? Miss, it’s you who’ve been trying to seduce ! Isn’t this the kind of ga won like to play, playing hard to get? Let tell you frankly, I am not soone you can afford to ss with! This ti, you *must* break up, whether you like it or not!"

Yan Xixi erupted in anger, "What nonsense are you spouting? When did I ever give you hope? Listen, I’ve never even t you; we’re just strangers who crossed paths. Are you actually expecting to be responsible for you?"

"Ha, you *must* be responsible for !"

She retorted, "And how exactly do you want to be responsible?"

"First, let co to your place for dinner tonight."

So, after all that, he was just pestering her for a al.

She quickly agreed, "Fine, I’ll go out right away. It’s just a al, isn’t it? Na a restaurant; no matter how expensive, it’s my treat."

"Nope! It has to be at your ho."

"Sorry, but I absolutely do not cook for strange n in my ho."

"Okay, so does that an even a tall, rich, and handso guy isn’t allowed to eat at your place?"

"You’re comparing yourself to him? On what grounds?"

Yan Xixi was truly furious. This guy was utterly shaless, constantly comparing himself to Huang Xiaojue.

She couldn’t help but retort, "He treats incredibly well and has done so much for . You can’t compare! You should learn so decency."

"Oh, so you an *he* can eat your ho-cooked food?"

"Of course! If he wanted, I’d gladly cook for him every single day!"

He also got very angry. "So the food you’re making tonight—that’s definitely for your ’tall, rich, and handso’ guy, is it?"

"And so what if it is?"

"Miss, you truly have no self-respect. After he insulted you so badly, you’re still fawning all over him. I’m actually embarrassed for you..."

"Well, I don’t see anything to be embarrassed about."

"Not embarrassed? Is that why his mother insulted you like that? Miss, you really are incredibly thick-skinned. You yourself admitted you have a past; can you really just abandon it and get together with another man with a clear conscience?"

Yan Xixi was so furious she almost spat blood.

This was a raw scar in her heart. Her past with Wan Donglin, the abortion... all of it... She had never felt truly secure with Huang Xiaojue, especially with his mother constantly making things difficult. And now this shaless, boorish lout just had to rip open her old wounds. Why would a complete stranger, soone she’d never even t, be so utterly ruthless? What business was it of his whether she broke up with Huang Xiaojue or not?

Yan Xixi’s eyes turned red. If that stranger were standing right in front of her now, she would absolutely slap him hard across the face.