She shook her head vigorously, as if trying to dismiss her terrifying thoughts.
Huang Xiaojue gazed at her. "I’m to bla for this too. If I had known what kind of person Wang Xiaohao was, I would have never brought you there."
She smiled sweetly. "I could just stop going anywhere. You know I prefer staying at ho; I never really enjoyed socializing."
He studied her long eyelashes and her large eyes, so dark they almost looked blue, and suddenly thought, Actually, it isn’t her fault. With looks like hers, it’s only natural for people to covet her! If she doesn’t resist, is she supposed to just endure the humiliation?
"Xixi, I’m planning to request a transfer to the South Country..."
She looked surprised. "Why?"
"I want to gradually start immigration procedures and take you with ..." He was quite frank. "I’d had this idea for a while, but it was just a passing thought. After last night, though, I decided to go through with it."
She suddenly understood. Xiaojue, he’s trying to completely escape this place—this circle, and everything from the past.
"Xixi, would you accompany to the South Country?"
She was overjoyed and nodded fervently. Willing? She was incredibly willing.
When she kissed Huang Xiaojue goodbye, she suddenly rembered she had forgotten to ask him a crucial question: Were his mother and father also moving with them?
On the eve of the opening, nearly all the goods had arrived, and the shelves were set up stylishly and elegantly. Yan Xixi and Xu Xiaoya conducted their final ticulous check until they were sure everything was perfect.
Yan Xixi picked up the account book. The advance rent, renovation costs, supplier channels, and workers... Money had been spent like water.
Her gaze stopped on an entry of 700,000. "Xiaoya, where did this money co from?"
Xu Xiaoya leaned over to look. "It’s your initial investnt."
"Where would I get that kind of money?"
Xu Xiaoya laughed. "Do you rember the bag you bought from our shop a while back? It was custom-made, and it only arrived after half a year. I figured you wouldn’t need it anymore, so before I left, I bent the rules a bit—listed it as store inventory at its original price and cashed it out for you. That brought in 700,000. Xixi, this is your investnt. Plus the 300,000 you lent earlier, you’re a genuine stockholder..."
Yan Xixi’s eyes widened. That was possible?
Just then, her phone rang. It was the bank. "Ms. Yan Xixi, your safe deposit box rental is about to expire. Would you please renew it soon..."
That’s when she rembered the cash she had stashed in the safe deposit box after much trouble. Even though she had tossed a key to Wan Donglin during the New Year, he clearly hadn’t bothered with such trifles, so the bank was notifying her to renew.
She hung up the phone, flopped onto the couch, and suddenly felt dejected. Whether it was the safe deposit box, the 700,000 cashed out, or even the 300,000 she had lent to Xu Xiaoya... it all turned out to be Wan Donglin’s money.
She took a taxi to the bank to renew her rental. The clerk asked, "Miss, do you want to open the box?"
She shook her head. She couldn’t be bothered to look.
On the tree-lined street across from her apartnt complex, she walked along, aimlessly kicking pebbles. She took out her phone, considering blocking "Toe-Picker" several tis, but always hesitated when she was about to do it.
Just as she reached the end of the street, soone suddenly grabbed her. She turned around in disbelief.
Wan Donglin let go of her, his expression unusually calm. "Yan Xixi, there’s sothing I need to talk to you about."
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