Chapter 900: Chapter 897: Mysterious Gift 4
Huang Xiaojue’s gaze remains calm, "Yan Xixi, you know the reason yourself."
She was slightly angry, "I know? Know what? Know that you’ll become the Prince Consort of the Zhou Family today?"
His gaze finally had a hint of pain, even more angry than hers, "That’s because of Wan Donglin!"
Yan Xixi took a step back, as if she had been fiercely punched.
In fact, she had understood this a long time ago.
She knows him better than anyone else.
After the incident with Huang’s mother, she decisively broke up... but deep down, Huang Xiaojue stubbornly believed: the first time you broke up with me was because of Wan Donglin; the second time it was still because of Wan Donglin.
She could not deny it.
No matter what the external causes were, the result was the same.
"I hate Wan Donglin..."
He looked calm, but his voice did not hide his anger at all—
"I have always hated him! From the first day you were with him, I loathed him thoroughly. Finally, when you broke up with him, you told me you never loved him, you were just forced... I thought, since you two were completely over, this scum would be entirely out of our world... Xixi, at that time, I thought all hope could come back to life..."
For this, he had paid so much effort.
Fighting against his mother, working hard, taking care of her, planning their future together, even planning to emigrate, willing to give up a promising career, at all costs.
"But..."
In life, the most frightening words are "but"—no matter how deep and sincere the previous buildup was, it cannot withstand the ridicule of these two words.
But—an unexpected change, she firmly broke up, and all efforts went down the drain.
He could only watch helplessly as she threw herself into the enemy’s arms—watching her laugh, watching her beauty, watching her love the enemy intimately—even watching her personally cook for him...
If it was someone else, it would be okay, but why did it have to be Wan Donglin?
In his life, he has always admired the Western way of management, being open and transparent, emphasizing a win-win situation, but his lifelong enemy is Wan Donglin—before this, perhaps, he was his only enemy.
But she chose to love the enemy.
And he had no power to fight such an enemy—wealth, power, he couldn’t compare.
Not even the enormous humiliation under Wan Donglin’s heavy pressure—making Huang’s mother anxious, making Yang Wei scurry like a rat... constantly at risk of imprisonment...
He did not sympathize with those two culprits, he sympathized with himself—because he was powerless compared to others, he could only watch his first love bloom in the enemy’s arms.
Just like the 200,000 yuan check back then.
The scar has not faded, and another knife comes fiercely.
Those days, being drunk every day, losing hope in the entire world, totally darkened—then, Zhou Ting stayed by his side, seized the opportunity, and took advantage of his vulnerability.
Such was the fatal mistake.
But, one foot had already stepped in, how could he pull out now?
Where could he find the motivation and resolute determination to withdraw? A hero can break his wrist—but what would be the reason to break his wrist? He cannot find it.
No one gave him this crucial motivation.
Both of them watched each other with fierce eyes.
After knowing each other for ten years, this was the first time with such a look full of anger.
Huang Xiaojue, he has gradually started to become strong—in the past year or two, she always paid attention to financial news, knowing that he was rising rapidly, gradually becoming a real backbone member.
