The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 533 - 530 Rhythm 3_1

"Xixi, let’s go..."

The hint of desperate madness in his eyes was simply unbearable to witness.

"Xiaojue, I’m not going with you! I never will." She declared firmly.

Heartbroken, Huang Xiaojue turned and left.

Yan Xixi dashed back in and shut the door with a BANG.

Wan Donglin was caught off guard, narrowly avoiding being knocked to the ground.

She ran back in, hurling herself onto the bed, burying her head deep in the pillow.

Wan Donglin stood to the side, a wide, triumphant grin spreading across his face. Huang Xiaojue, I won’t go with you; it’s never going to happen! Good heavens. I heard it with my own ears. A clean break. So resolute.

I had no idea witnessing someone else’s breakup could be so satisfying—well done, Xixi. Truly well done. I knew I hadn’t misjudged you. All the effort I put in wasn’t for nothing.

For a long, long time, silence reigned.

Unable to stand it, Wan Donglin broke the silence, "Hey, Miss, don’t suffocate yourself."

There was no response. He reached out to pull at her. "If you suffocate, that’s your problem. But I’m in this room. If something were to happen to you, people would definitely assume I killed you for your money. Then they’d suspect me of all sorts of heinous things, like rape then murder, or murder then rape. I wouldn’t be able to clear my name even if I jumped into the Yellow River..."

Yan Xixi kept her face buried, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Why is this guy still here blabbering? Why hasn’t he gotten the hell out of here? It’s all his fault, and he’s still here, gloating.

Seeing that she remained silent for quite a while, Wan Donglin let out a quiet sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed.

His only regret was that Harvard couldn’t take her immediately. If he’d known this would happen, he would have had her apply last year. She absolutely had to leave; the sooner, the better.

Just watch, Huang Xiaojue would inevitably come knocking again.

Their breakup wasn’t due to a change of heart or a third party, but because of Huang Xiaojue’s mother meddling. They still harbored feelings for each other, and if they weren’t careful, those feelings could easily reignite.

He couldn’t help but feel a secret delight. It was fortunate he was here—Huang Xiaojue had seen them, and now he’d have to give up.

A rather despicable sense of superiority stirred within him, yet he didn’t know how to comfort her. Watching her face-plant onto the pillow, shoes still on, he deliberately adopted a lighthearted tone. "Miss, didn’t you say you’d completely broken up? What’s this display now? Lingering feelings? Reluctant to let go? That’s pathetic. I despise spineless women the most."

Suddenly, she sat up and glared at him, "Get out! Why are you still here?"

"This... well, I was hoping for some...’physical intimacy’... Shit, wrong words..."

Seeing her expression darken, he quickly changed his tune. "You’re so upset; how could I just abandon you? Do you think I *want* to stay? It’s so late, and with us being a man and a woman alone together, I have my reputation to consider, don’t I? Besides, if I left, what if you... you committed suicide?"

She was fuming. Commit suicide? You’re the one who’d commit suicide!

She stormed over and punched him squarely in the chest. "Get out, why don’t you just get out... You’re so damn annoying... It’s all your fault, all your fault!"

Wan Donglin was perplexed. How had this become his fault?

But before he could open his mouth, she had already burst into wild sobs. "It is your fault... It’s all your fault... It’s all your doing... You’ve always been undermining me, it’s you... You just can’t stand to see me happy... It has always been you..."

This was no delicate sob; it was an outright wail. Tears and snot quickly smeared onto his dress shirt, soaking a large patch on his chest. The shirt was soon ruined, a complete mess.

Wan Donglin was caught between amusement and annoyance. But then again, you can’t reason with a hysterical woman.