The Billionaire's Mischievous Sweetheart-Chapter 563 - 560: Can you please not worry?

"Haha, I’m going to play with my toys first, Uncle. You talk to Mom, okay? I won’t disturb you."

Xiao Mei bounced back to her room and quickly settled on the couch cushion, happily playing with her toys. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Wen Yajun, watching the child so cheerful, felt his heart brimming with tenderness. He turned to Dong Xiaoyou and said, "Dong Xiaoyou, please don’t worry, okay?"

"Everything will pass. As long as I’m here, you won’t have to worry about anything. I’m your support. You should feel safe leaning on my shoulder. And please, trust me, okay? I am definitely capable of solving your family’s problems and will absolutely not let your brother be harmed by others."

"Ah, easy for you to say, Wen Yajun. There are many things you don’t understand," Dong Xiaoyou said, her eyes betraying a hint of deep complexity. Sometimes she truly didn’t want to discuss certain matters, but the pressure building within her made them impossible to ignore.

Like the call she had just received from Hua Xiaomo, which suddenly made her feel utterly mortified.

She didn’t understand why Hua Xiaomo would make that kind of call to her.

It felt as if she were seen as inferior, and Hua Xiaomo was adopting a high and mighty attitude toward her. It was extremely uncomfortable.

It was as if their previous close bond, their sisterly friendship, had been tainted, viewed now through the lens of personal gain.

She couldn’t guess what changes Hua Xiaomo had undergone, but she could imagine. As a company chairman now, he must have reached the upper echelons of the Pyramid.

He must have entered high society, while she was still just a low-level employee. How could she possibly compare to him?

Perhaps he did look down on her, and maybe it was justified. Alas, it was all her own fault for not being ambitious enough. She indeed lacked Hua Xiaomo’s capabilities and his luck.

Thinking this, Dong Xiaoyou felt a keen sense of inferiority.

Okay, she had never felt this inferior before, but reality was telling her she was genuinely suppressed. She felt extremely uncomfortable and was unable to extricate herself from these emotions.

Hearing her words and seeing the worry etched on her face, Wen Yajun grew concerned. He sensed she was hiding something and quickly placed a hand on her shoulder.

Wen Yajun asked very seriously, "Dong Xiaoyou, regarding Hua Xiaomo, what exactly happened? You’re not this type of girl. You shouldn’t be so melancholic. I remember you as lively and cheerful. Come on, tell me what’s going on. I will solve it for you. As for your brother’s issue, please don’t worry about it anymore, okay? I will find a way to raise the funds."

Dong Xiaoyou looked up at Wen Yajun, recalling Hua Xiaomo’s words and mulling them over. She felt she should be honest with the man in front of her.

"Here’s the thing, Wen Yajun. Hua Xiaomo called me just now. He asked what had happened with my family and said some other things. Overall, it left me feeling very upset. I don’t know why, but the dynamic between Xiaomo and me is becoming increasingly strange. Perhaps it’s because of the difference in our social status. Maybe he no longer needs a friend like me."

"Yes, I’m so poor; how could I possibly be worthy of him? He’s a major company’s chairman now. I’m simply not on his level to interact with him, nor do I deserve to be his friend," Dong Xiaoyou said sadly, her eyes holding a look of heartbreaking vulnerability, which made Wen Yajun’s heart ache even more.

"What exactly did Hua Xiaomo say? Dong Xiaoyou, please don’t be so self-deprecating, okay? No matter how others see you, in my eyes, you are the most perfect girl. I love only you, and I want to marry you."

"Dong Xiaoyou, if you just say yes, we can go get our marriage certificate tomorrow, and then you can be my perfect bride," Wen Yajun said. As he looked at Dong Xiaoyou, his eyes were filled with her alone, with no room for anyone else.

Indeed, in this lifetime, he loved only Dong Xiaoyou. No matter how wonderful anyone else might be, they couldn’t catch his eye.

It was like with Ye Xiangxue before. At first, he had thought he liked Ye Xiangxue.

But as time went by, he realized that he and Ye Xiangxue were different in many aspects, and in many ways, they just didn’t click.

However, ever since he met Dong Xiaoyou, he found her gentleness, beauty, and generosity, along with her many other qualities, truly appealing.

Moreover, being with her always made him feel a profound sense of Wen Xin.

He didn’t need to think about anything else. So, at that time, he had resolutely broken up with Ye Xiangxue and chosen Dong Xiaoyou. He was convinced that Dong Xiaoyou was exactly the type of girl he liked.

"I’m not naturally a melancholic girl, but life has a way of pressing me into becoming one. Wen Yajun, I know you care about me, but I really don’t want your family to look at me differently, with some sort of special judgment."

"I couldn’t bear that. If that’s how it would be, I beg you, please don’t help me anymore. I’ll solve my family’s problems on my own," Dong Xiaoyou said, her eyes red with sorrow as a tear escaped unbidden, a sight that pained Wen Yajun deeply.

Wen Yajun looked at Dong Xiaoyou, then pulled her into his arms and said soothingly, "Dong Xiaoyou, you don’t need to worry about anything. I’ll find a way to solve your family’s problems. As for the situation with Hua Xiaomo, don’t worry too much about that either. Hua Xiaomo’s work pressure must be immense; we should try to understand him, shouldn’t we? Besides, you and Xiaomo have been friends for so many years. You should know him well. Even if Xiaomo said something hurtful, it’s definitely not what he truly believes in his heart. I’m sure Xiaomo still treasures you as a good friend."

Dong Xiaoyou leaned against Wen Yajun’s chest, looked up at him, and spoke slowly, "To be honest, I don’t know how Hua Xiaomo sees me now. But in my heart, I have always considered him my best friend. Whether he’s in City A or City B, I find myself always thinking of him, missing him, remembering him."

"It just feels like he’s a very, very important friend to me. Nothing else matters. That’s truly how I feel," Dong Xiaoyou said as she gazed at Wen Yajun, her eyes filled with a soft, moist glow.