Wan Donglin’s eyes immediately darkened.
She spoke incoherently, "I’m sorry, Mr. Wan... I can’t..."
He stared at her and took a step forward. But she quickly backed away, almost retreating to the terrace railing. Her face was pale as she stammered, "No... don’t..."
Without another word, he turned and left.
That night, he spent all his time in the study sorting through documents. Yan Xixi left the lights on, but he never returned to the bedroom.
「It was three days before she saw Wan Donglin again.」
Since their unpleasant parting, Yan Xixi felt awkward whenever she saw him. He, however, simply smiled warmly and handed her a box. "Xixi, see if you like it?"
She opened it to find a car key inside.
She shook her head. "Thank you, Mr. Wan, but I don’t have a driver’s license yet."
"No problem. I’ll arrange for someone to teach you tomorrow. You’ll be on the road soon."
While he was in the bathroom taking a bath, Yan Xixi nervously toyed with the car keys. He won’t let me go that easily, she thought, understanding his intentions.
Just then, the screen of the phone beside her lit up. It seemed to have received a message. It was Wan Donglin’s phone. She usually never looked at his phone privately. He, on the other hand, didn’t seem wary and often left it casually in front of her.
However, her curiosity got the better of her today. She picked it up. Sure enough, there was a new message. Opening it, she saw the sender was "Zhou Ting": "Donglin, can you make it on time tomorrow?"
She decided to read the previous chat history as well. The last message, sent yesterday, read: "Donglin, our wedding is fast approaching, yet we spend so little time together. Even if it’s an arranged marriage by our parents, we should still cultivate our feelings before the wedding, right? I’m attending a conference in Bangkok tomorrow and will have a three-day vacation afterward. I look forward to spending it with you."
Wan Donglin’s reply beneath it was simple: "No problem."
Zhou Ting’s profile picture showed a beautiful and dignified woman, evidently an intelligent career woman. Judging from the half-joking tone of her messages, she was also quite sharp.
So, Wan Donglin would be flying to Man City tomorrow, she realized.
She quietly put the phone back in its place. Shortly after, Wan Donglin came out.
His bathrobe was open, and he walked straight over, pulling Yan Xixi into his arms. She struggled slightly, but this time, his grip was much stronger, firmly restraining her.
He forcefully picked her up and carried her. The next moment, they were lying on the bed.
At this moment, Yan Xixi’s mind was consumed by that text message. Tonight, he’s enjoying himself with me. Tomorrow, he’ll be enjoying himself with Zhou Ting in Man City, she thought bitterly.
Her hand resting on his chest, she sat up. "Mr. Wan, I’ve found a house. I can move out tomorrow..." Find the newest release on novel-fire.net
He answered resolutely, "No!"
"You promised that I would be free after I graduated..."
His eyes darkened. He had clearly reached the limit of his patience. He reached out to embrace her again. "Xixi, don’t be difficult."
"Mr. Wan, I insist on moving out tomorrow."
He released her and said in a deep voice, "Yan Xixi, what do you mean by this?"
She found him even more baffling. I’ve made myself so clear. Can’t he understand?
She simply got out of bed, picked up his phone, opened the message, and handed it to him. "Mr. Wan, you’re getting married. I may not count for much, but you should at least show Miss Zhou Ting some respect."
Wan Donglin’s expression changed drastically.
She said quietly, "My apologies, Mr. Wan. While you were in the bathroom, I saw your phone screen light up, so I picked it up and took a look. I’m sorry."