"I’m such a fool. To think I once felt sorry for Yan Xixi. I bet she’s secretly laughing at behind my back."
"..."
"Expensive shops and luxury cars are one thing. But to send her to Harvard? Considering all the n around us, it’s likely only Wan Donglin could manage that. No wonder Yan Xixi fell in love with him..."
What average man would even think of sending a woman to Harvard? They’re all so eager, only hoping to get things done in bed. Who would have that kind of patience?
"Didn’t you see the look in Yan Xixi’s eyes? She clearly loves Wan Donglin..."
In love with Wan Donglin! Yan Xixi isn’t in love with him! How could she be? She even stabbed him just to escape from him...
However, he swallowed back all his protests. Huang Xiaojue just lifted his head, gazing long and intently at the distant city lights.
This hazy night was so deceptive.
Just like the look he had witnessed in Yan Xixi’s eyes when she looked at Wan Donglin... Xixi was never one for ambiguity. Once she made a decision, she was more ruthless than anyone. Just like tonight—she hadn’t spared him, Huang Xiaojue, a single glance... If I don’t love you, then I truly don’t love you. If we break up, then we’re truly broken up. Not a shred of leeway would be left. Love, it’s absolutely not like work. It’s never a case where every bit of effort guarantees a return. Take their ten-year entanglent, for example. He had never thought of letting her continue her studies. He didn’t even realize she had such a strong desire for education. He’d assud she was already content with that specialty store he opened for her...
Huang Xiaojue remained silent. So silent, it was as if he didn’t even realize soone else was standing beside him.
Zhou Ting felt a slight disappointnt but didn’t press the issue.
She had known Huang Xiaojue for a considerable ti, yet over the past year or so, she felt she didn’t truly understand him. Many tis, Huang Xiaojue was far more unpredictable than she imagined.
He’s so reserved; it’s incredibly difficult to fathom his inner world. Work communication, however, was easy because he often got straight to the point. Beyond that, his personal life remained a complete mystery—even Zhou Ting couldn’t accurately guess: does he still love Yan Xixi???
Take tonight, for instance. He was completely indifferent to anything he heard about Yan Xixi. There was no excitent, no sadness, and he didn’t even force a smile to mask anything.
This man was even more inscrutable than she had imagined. Yet, this only added an irresistible allure to him, and gradually, her desire to conquer him grew stronger.
The four of them left almost simultaneously.
As Wan Donglin and Yan Xixi were getting into their car, Huang Xiaojue was also taking Zhou Ting ho.
He always saw her ho after gatherings, a perfect gentleman.
But tonight, Zhou Ting suddenly didn’t want to go ho so early. Perhaps it was the alcohol; her cheeks were flushed, and she closed her eyes slightly. "It’s still early, Xiaojue. Shall we go sowhere else?"
He gave a faint smile. "I have a eting tomorrow."
She dismissed it. "You’re such a workaholic. It’s the weekend; why not relax completely?"
He was very patient and gentle. "This eting starts at seven tomorrow morning. Soone important has to leave for another city in the afternoon, so they scheduled it for such an unusual ti..."
Zhou Ting looked slightly displeased, but before she could say anything, her phone rang.
Huang Xiaojue, ever observant of her expression, imdiately made a turn and drove her straight ho.
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