Chapter 1143 - 1140: I’m Relieved You’re Not Doing Well 6

"He has already become a top figure in that circle, combined with his family background, even Old Zhang is wary of him. It’s widely rumored within the circle that Zhang Chuchu indeed committed suicide because of him..."

He paused: "That circle generally believes he will eventually marry Zhang Chuchu. However, the last time I went back, the two of them were not together. I heard Zhang Chuchu was also seeing other boys..."

But Yan Xixi knew: the two of them would sooner or later be together. Because of the drive for profit.

Those people always play mind games; love is a tool, marriage is a tool, career is a tool... Everything is just a tool to climb higher.

"By the way, Yan Xixi, there’s one more thing I almost forgot to tell you..."

"???"

"After that accident, Wan Donglin came to find me. He asked me for the photo and disc of your graduation from South Country University; I did not give it to him."

She laughed openly: "No need to give it."

She did not give any explanation, but Li Zhen’s eyes were clearly bright, visibly happy.

Early in the morning, the snowflakes were thicker, and the surrounding rooftops were faintly snow-white.

Wan Donglin pushed open the window, and the phone rang.

"Donglin, tomorrow is New Year’s Eve; you’re still not coming back?"

He paused, quietly: "Mom, yesterday, I saw someone on the streets of Dun City who looked like Xixi..."

Liu Daqing sighed: "Donglin, I think you’ve got an obsession."

He was earnest: "Mom, you might not believe it, but I have a strong premonition, Yan Xixi is nearby. Really, my intuition won’t be wrong..."

Liu Daqing snorted: "Oh come on, you’re not a woman to go around spouting sixth sense intuitions."

"..."

"Hurry home; do you expect me, an old woman, to spend New Year’s alone every year?"

Wan Donglin felt very ashamed; his voice also lacked strength: "Mom, I’m really sorry... But, I think the time Yan Xixi gives me is running out; if I miss her this time, who knows when we’ll meet again... Give me two more days; I want to look for her again..."

If it hadn’t been for last night’s chance "encounter," he might have really given up. But clearly seeing that woman gobbling turkey, recalling now, her manner, posture, the way she carried her backpack, was unmistakably Yan Xixi.

"Where are you going to look?"

"I know a place; maybe she’ll be there."

That was where Huang Xiaojue was in South Country; when Huang Xiaojue was injured, Yan Xixi had once told him on the phone that the two hid there.

Wan Donglin had already gone twice but returned empty-handed both times.

This time, he still wanted to try his luck.

The night before New Year’s Eve.

Having arranged all the materials in the small inn and submitted the last article of the year, Yan Xixi felt completely relaxed.

There was no New Year atmosphere here, but she knew the New Year was coming.

As a person from A Country, at such a critical time, even being broad-minded, it’s inevitable one’s mood would become bad.

Somehow, she didn’t feel like staying at the small inn anymore, so Yan Xixi suddenly drove to Huang Xiaojue’s little house.

The cold wind was biting, and pedestrians were sparse; she still held a glimmer of hope, maybe Huang Xiaojue would return because it’s New Year’s Eve, isn’t it?

Finally, she saw that lonely little house from afar.

This was her first visit here since the escape.

Yan Xixi slowed down the car, and for some reason, suddenly felt very strange, even slightly uneasy, as if unpredictable dangers awaited her.

(These past two days I’ve been in meetings, can’t write much, sorry, 6 updates)