Chapter 1149 - 1146: Passionate Embrace 6

That night, he cooked for her for the first time, and for the first time, she felt a small stir of emotion. However, his next words immediately shattered her faint hope completely.

He said: If I return tonight and don’t find you, Yan Xixi, staying home obediently, you’ll be kicked out tomorrow and will never have the chance to step foot in this place again.

Between him and her, it had always been a relationship akin to employer and employee.

It was also after that time, she realized she shouldn’t have any inappropriate thoughts.

Just like tonight.

No greetings, no contact, not even a text; the phone wouldn’t ring... unfamiliar numbers, they wouldn’t know.

Only then did she understand the profound pain of a masked person—you must sever all ties with the past, like a ghost, having neither past nor future.

Besides being alive, there was no longer any emotional connection.

No wonder those who were under house arrest, despite having good food and drink all their lives, would eventually go mad one by one.

Taking a gulp of cold beer, her entire body turned cold. Just like this glaring light, it was unbearably lonely. Suddenly, she stood up, angrily turned off all the lights completely, burying herself in the sofa.

But in the darkness, she didn’t dare admit what she was hoping for.

There had long been no expectations, hadn’t there?

She was just angry, not knowing why her anger was so uncontrollable: What was he doing?

Staying at home with Madam Liu?

Or having dinner with Zhang Chuchu?

The latter singing and dancing with a large group of people?

Wan Family’s third young master, he never lacked people to support him.

At this moment, surely he was happy, right? Proud of himself in springtime glory, right? At such a pinnacle moment, what couldn’t he let go of???

The heartless man, despicable to the extreme, a shameless scoundrel.

The guy who hung up on her for another woman during a life-or-death moment.

Did he ever love her at all?

If she had died back then, she wouldn’t even have the chance to sit here and resent him today—but he was perfectly fine, standing at the top, rising to prominence.

She covered her eyes tightly, tears streaming down in the night.

(A note: To those readers who think hanging up in a life-and-death moment is trivial, I can only express disappointment that you’ve lost even the most basic "sense of right and wrong." Actually, ladies, why not hold your head a little higher? It’s simple, because if you’re so lowly, can you still expect a man to think highly of you? Don’t you see, the decent women are humbler than mud, yet their husbands still divorce them just the same. Don’t be afraid that a man might run away at any time; that’s because he never loved you at all, alright?)

After a while, she suddenly jumped up; she couldn’t stay here another moment, no familiar place was a place for her to linger. She wanted to leave quickly, even going abroad didn’t matter anymore, and whether she could reclaim her identity as "Yan Xixi" didn’t matter either.

Just then, the phone rang.

It was from an authoritative magazine, and the caller was very polite: "We published your in-depth travel interview, and the market response was excellent, far exceeding our expectations. Therefore, the magazine wants to invite you to shoot a new feature..."

It was a little-known island in the ocean, but with extremely beautiful scenery.

Yan Xixi hesitated slightly: "How long will it take?"

"There is a strange red flower on the island and over thirty rare bird species. We hope you can observe in detail and write an in-depth report. It’s estimated it will take at least half a year..."