"Did I do anything wrong? How did Zhou Ting treat our family? How did she treat you?? Yan Xixi hasn’t brought us any benefits; instead, she hit , insulted multiple tis, embarrassed , and almost got Yang Wei jailed. Zhou Ting is a thousand tis better than her, shouldn’t I defend Zhou Ting? Besides, you two have broken up long ago, what are you keeping her things for? Xiaojue, are you still hung up on that hen that can’t lay eggs??? Have you gone mad?"
A gulp revolves in his throat.
Huang Xiaojue turned around and left.
However, as he reached the door, he forcefully stopped himself, barely keeping control, restraining himself from exploding completely, calmly saying, "Mom, from now on, without my permission, you are not allowed to accept any benefits from Zhou Ting. You have to understand, whatever advantage you take today, you’ll pay tenfold tomorrow."
Huang’s mother scread, "Why?"
"Because your son might die at any mont!"
Huang Xiaojue rushed out.
The car began to move, yet the direction was unclear. The first autumn rain had already fallen, and as the wind blew, a chill set in.
The phone rang: "Xiaojue, I’m at the old place. Could you co pick up?"
Without waiting for an answer, the call ended.
He arrived at the old place, and the doorman courteously opened the car door for Zhou Ting. Zhou Ting noticed his sowhat poor complexion and smiled, "Xiaojue, have you been very tired lately?"
He responded ambiguously, "Not bad."
"Play sothing relaxing."
"Whatever you want."
Zhou Ting turned sideways, casually picking up a few items from the car: several CDs, a lipstick, and a compact... These items were neatly packed in a small box. At that mont, the car was stopped at a traffic light, and she casually threw the contents into a garbage bin beside a green strip.
Looking back, she saw Huang Xiaojue’s strange gaze.
She smiled sweetly, "These were probably left behind by Yan Xixi accidentally, right? Anyway, they are useless now. I hope in our life together, there won’t be a trace of her, alright?"
"..."
"I heard from your mom that you’re temporarily not moving, why is that? Is it because you dislike the house?"
Huang Xiaojue responded calmly, "It’s too nice; I’m afraid people would gossip. Besides, my parents’ current house is more than enough for them."
"Oh Xiaojue, you really don’t understand a woman’s thoughts at all... sigh..."
"..."
"We’re about to get married. Just think, every ti we go ho to visit your parents, rembering how Yan Xixi used to co over so many tis, having years of affection with you, childhood sweethearts, leaving countless mories in that house... Can I feel good about it?"
Huang Xiaojue still remained indifferent, "You’re overthinking it. I completely ended things with her long ago."
"Of course I know that, but I just don’t want to see any trace she left behind. Since it’s cut off, it’s completely cut off, isn’t it?"
Throwing away all her things, encouraging Huang’s mother to move... like a wave coming in to wash away all past from the sandy beach, leaving it clean.
Like a crab, slowly retracting its pincers to gather all the caught prey into its tight-knit web.
After consecutive sleepless nights, Wan Donglin’s eyes were bloodshot.
He’d just put down his phone when there was a knock at the door, Zhang Xiang hurried in, "Third Young Master, old Zhang has invited you, will you go?"
Wan Donglin pondered deeply, "Let’s go imdiately."
The eting place was quite hidden, and it was late in the silent night. In fact, Wan Donglin never expected Zhang Xiang would choose this place—a vacation villa.
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