Wan Donglin was still polite, "Then I’ll have to trouble Mr. Huang."
Huang’s father stepped outside, only to see his son leaning against the wall.
He was taken aback. "Xiaojue, when did you get here?"
Huang Xiaojue remained silent.
Seeing the pallor on his son’s face, his heart was filled with imnse pity. Yet, what could he say?
Mr. Huang didn’t feel right asking anything more. "Well, I’ll be heading back then."
Huang Xiaojue just nodded.
Only Huang Xiaojue and Wan Donglin were left.
Finally, their gazes t.
This was their first eting since the major confrontation during the Spring Festival.
Huang Xiaojue stared at him fiercely, his eyes almost spitting fire. This guy who always seed to enjoy creating chaos! He never missed an opportunity—his shadow would appear everywhere, just like Lord Voldemort, ready to strike at any mont.
However, Wan Donglin was completely unfazed. In his mind, Huang Xiaojue was the real Voldemort, the one who always staged a coback.
He waved his hand without saying anything.
The hand he waved was the one Yan Xixi had stabbed during the Spring Festival. Although the scar had faded, it was still clearly visible because it was deep.
It was like his casual, biting sarcasm, almost a boast, "Yan Xixi is a real fool. She was so in love with you and so determined to marry you that she wouldn’t hesitate to hurt or herself. She even got beaten up by your cousin and your mom for it!
"Do you know how many tis she’s hit , besides stabbing twice? That con woman! Whenever things didn’t go her way, she’d punch and kick . I never dared to fight back. I could never bring myself to lay a finger on her. Who the hell does Yang Wei think he is? What gives him the right to hit her?"
This was what he could never tolerate: if you have the guts to make a move, you must have the guts to face the consequences.
Huang Xiaojue clenched his fists tightly. In the past, he would have thrown a punch by now, but today, he felt utterly powerless.
It was just as Wan Donglin said. She loved so much, yet my family bullied her to the brink of death—is there any justice left in this world?
"TSK TSK. Your mom keeps accusing her of being greedy, afraid she’ll leech off you. If she really loved money, the luxury goods shop I gave her would be more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. Why would she bother with your modest wealth?"
Huang Xiaojue was stunned into silence.
Wan Donglin fixed him with a sharp gaze. "Huang Xiaojue, do you really love her? I don’t see it."
Huang Xiaojue said nothing.
Wan Donglin continued, "Your mother’s behavior isn’t a one-ti thing. It’s happened countless tis. Yet, you’ve never done anything effective to stop her. You’ve just turned a blind eye. If you truly loved Yan Xixi, how could you bear to let your mother treat her so deplorably?"
Again, Huang Xiaojue was silent.
Wan Donglin pressed on, "The truth is, you don’t love her as much as you think. You don’t say it, but deep down, you’ve always cared that she was with , haven’t you? Especially when a lowlife like Wang Xiaohao humiliates you about it, you can’t stand it, can you?"
Every word, every sentence, struck Huang Xiaojue like a dagger or a spear.
It takes a man to truly see through another man.
Wan Donglin continued his verbal assault, "And what about that day you were chatting and laughing so rrily with Zhou Ting? You two looked so intimate. A classy, accomplished girl like Zhou Ting—she’s the real goddess in your heart, isn’t she?
"You don’t deserve her affection. Therefore, you have no right to keep pestering her. If you stop now, Yang Wei might still have a way out. But if you insist on being clueless and continue, Yang Wei will absolutely rot in jail..."
Wan Donglin completely ignored Huang Xiaojue’s furious, burning gaze. He stated nonchalantly, "I’ve always been the type to stop at nothing. You’ve known that from the start. When Yan Xixi loved you, I had nothing to say. But she doesn’t love you anymore. If you dare to pester her again, don’t bla for getting nasty."
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