It was almost five o’clock. Yan Xixi estimated it was ti to get off work. Even though she knew such a coincidence was unlikely, she still decisively left the shop.
As she walked, she kept looking around, but there was indeed no sign of Huang Xiaojue. She silently blad herself for being paranoid. Huang Xiaojue should be at work right now. His professional ethics were beyond question; he would never skip work to wander around.
Feeling sowhat relieved, she crossed the street and hailed a taxi. Several taxis passed by in succession, all of them full. Just as she was about to walk a few more steps, soone suddenly embraced her tightly from behind.
Her heart leaped. She felt a hot breath on her neck and near her ear, along with a choked voice calling, "Xixi... Xixi..." He kept calling her na, unable to utter another word.
Yan Xixi gently closed her eyes, forcefully swallowing back the tears that threatened to spill. His large, embracing hands were like iron hoops, clutching her even tighter. "Xixi... Xixi..." He repeated these two words over and over, his voice hoarse to the extre.
Cars ca and went; passersby cast curious glances at them. After a long mont, Yan Xixi forcefully pried his hands away.
She had just turned around when Huang Xiaojue imdiately reached out for her again. She quickly took a large step back and said flatly, "Xiaojue, don’t be like this."
His eyes were bloodshot. "Xixi, I’m sorry... I’m the one who hurt you..."
She turned her face slightly to the side.
Yes, Xiaojue, you’re the one who hurt .
After my father died, our family was destitute; he didn’t even have a proper funeral. I still rember the day I returned to school after burying him. Xiaojue was waiting for from a distance, craning his neck. The mont he saw , he opened his arms for an embrace. From that mont on, I thought he would be my support for life.
But when my mother passed away from illness, he wasn’t my support. When I was arrested, he wasn’t my support. When his relatives and friends ganged up to bully , he still wasn’t my support.
I didn’t even dare to imagine what would have happened if Xu Xiaoya hadn’t called Zhang Xiang.
Would his mother and nephew have repeatedly extorted to the point where even selling my blood wouldn’t have been enough to compensate them?
Xiaojue, your mother clearly saw that I was all alone, that no one would help —because even you wouldn’t help !!!
You are her son; you two will always be connected by blood.
And ? What am I to you?
I’m just an outsider.
If you had shown even a shred of determination, your mother wouldn’t have dared to bully like this.
You were the only one left in my world—and yet, you hurt like this.
Xiaojue, how could I possibly love you anymore?
She no longer loved him. From the mont she deleted his phone number, she truly no longer loved him.
This ti, it wasn’t because I was forced by circumstances back then, nor was it due to Wan Donglin’s threats and enticents—this ti, it had nothing to do with anyone else—I myself chose not to love you anymore.
The mont I blacklisted you, I deleted all my love for you.
"Xixi, I miss you... I’ve always been missing you..."
Huang Xiaojue’s eyes were bloodshot. "Xixi, I know I don’t have the right to ask for your forgiveness... but I miss you..."
She replied coolly, "Is it because of Yang Wei?"
"..."
"You can rest assured," she continued, "Yang Wei won’t go to jail."
Her extrely indifferent attitude almost crushed Huang Xiaojue.
"Even though I despise Yang Wei and would love to see him utterly ruined, you can rest assured, Xiaojue. This ti, I’ll do it for your sake and withdraw the lawsuit. Go back and tell your mother I won’t make things difficult for her nephew anymore."
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