Chapter 1150 - 1147: Warm Embrace 7

Yan Xixi hadn’t replied yet, but the other party already offered an extremely lucrative salary, almost impossible to refuse.

"We have a plan to launch an advertising campaign in Quanjinzhou. We believe that with this special report, your fame will definitely increase..."

Yan Xixi looked at the dark sky and the vast, empty room she was in, suddenly feeling that going to the ends of the earth didn’t matter. Even going overseas was no big deal.

She agreed happily, "I accept. However, you must first pay me half the salary upfront."

"Of course, within three days, I’ll send you the contract, and tomorrow you’ll receive the advance payment. You’ll have half a month to prepare the equipment. There’s a lot you’ll need, and tomorrow the secretary will give you a list..."

Yan Xixi thanked them and hung up the phone.

In the dead of night, her own voice echoed back repeatedly.

Suddenly, she couldn’t bear it anymore; she couldn’t stay a minute longer. Staying here any longer would drive her insane.

She quickly got up, grabbed her backpack, and was about to leave when suddenly she heard the sound of a car.

At first, she thought it was a passerby and didn’t mind, patiently closing each window.

From afar, a car raced towards her.

Closer and closer, the headlights illuminated everything clearly.

A car was unexpectedly parked on the lawn.

His heart was pounding, and he sped up his pace, as if he were afraid the car might suddenly disappear. Originally, he had turned around and left, but couldn’t resist holding onto a sliver of hope and returned.

Indeed, there really was a car.

As he approached, he stopped the car but dared not get out, for fear that if he went closer, it would all turn out to be but a dream.

Suddenly, someone inside heard the sound and came out quickly, shouting loudly, "Xiaojue... Xiaojue... is it you? Have you come back? Xiaojue... Xiaojue, is it really you?"

That voice!

That voice!

He was stunned, incredulous.

"Xiaojue... Xiaojue... is it you?"

It was unmistakably that familiar voice.

Oh my.

What kind of ecstasy was this?

He wanted to laugh loudly but couldn’t.

With eyes wide open, he stared fixedly at the vague figure in the night, his heart racing almost out of his chest, yet he couldn’t move.

Gradually, his eyes adapted to the darkness.

The girl opposite, carrying a large backpack, stood far away, her voice filled with delight as she called out, but because she hadn’t received a response, she was evidently a bit surprised, even a little wary.

If it isn’t Huang Xiaojue, who could it be?

She couldn’t help but tighten her grip on the backpack straps, suddenly a bit fearful—could it be some robber? Standing there so still, in the pitch dark. With the neighbors far away and such a stormy night.

Don’t tell me in South Country people don’t steal and don’t lock doors at night; in fact, incidents do occur from time to time.

Especially on such a moonless, windy night, what did this passerby plan by stopping the car here?

Yan Xixi grew more scared, instinctively looked around, realizing her car was a distance away, and rushing over would certainly give the stranger an opportunity.

She thought for a moment and turned around to retreat.

Just get back, close the door, and immediately call the police.

After only a few steps, suddenly she heard the car door being violently opened and someone jumped out, racing towards her, heavy footsteps suggesting he was big.

Oh no, it must be bandits.

Terror-stricken, she took off running.

However, she hadn’t run more than a few yards before slipping, almost falling to the ground. Steadying her steps, she ran again, but was tightly seized by two big hands.

At that moment, her heart almost stopped.

And the hands that held her gripped her tightly, like iron clamps, fearing that if loosened, she would disappear.

"Fool... fool... is it really you?"

Somehow, his voice choked up, tears poured like rain, unable to utter a single word.