Chapter 1255 - 1252: Beloved Confidant 2

Of course, Huang Xiaojue wasn’t at home.

No matter what extravagant hopes she hugged to herself, what fantasies she indulged in... Huang Xiaojue had long since disappeared from that home—as if that place was merely the last safe harbor he left for her. The last thing he did for her.

There, he’d prepared every kind of fake ID for her, plus some cash... She took those things and, almost without hesitation, immediately got on a train and traveled in circles, like some half?baked secret agent, wandering from one small country to another.

Back then, she was entirely chasing after Huang Xiaojue. She wanted to find him. She had a thousand, ten thousand questions she needed to ask him.

But in the end, she still never found him.

...

The shock in Wan Donglin’s heart was imaginable.

His hands were clasped, the knuckles faintly jutting out, the veins on his forehead faintly bulging: so this matter was ten, a hundred times more serious than he had imagined.

Huang Xiaojue—he’d clearly been involved in all of this!

This was probably not some dream at all, but his final counterstrike.

No wonder he refused to show his face—afterwards, everyone who knew Yan Xixi went mad looking for her, yet not a single word from him—if he didn’t know for certain that she was safe and sound, how could he have stayed silent all this time?

It seemed obvious that he’d known Yan Xixi’s every move.

These words had been buried in Yan Xixi’s heart all along; before, she’d been afraid it might hurt Huang Xiaojue, so she never dared to say them. Now that she had, it was like a weight lifting off her shoulders.

After a long, long time, Wan Donglin finally raised his head.

She said softly, "Xiaojue saved my life several times... I’ve always been in his debt. This last time, if not for him, I’d be dead for sure... So, Big Toe, I’m bold enough to ask you one favor. For the sake of me and the baby, from now on, just let Huang Xiaojue go completely..."

He suddenly felt drained, as if all strength had left him.

Because she had said: "for the sake of me and the baby"...

That’s right, at this very moment, this woman was carrying his child, lying sickly in bed on a pregnancy?preservation regimen, unable to eat or drink properly, her face waxen.

If not for Huang Xiaojue, she’d already be dead.

He even felt that this wife had been "given" to him by Huang Xiaojue—that maybe Huang Xiaojue had only stayed away because he had no choice—just imagine: if, back when she was drifting abroad, she had actually found Huang Xiaojue, then from that moment on, at the ends of the earth, would she ever have left him???

No, she wouldn’t.

In the dark workings of fate, it was simply that Heaven favored Wan Donglin.

Heaven had given him one last, and greatest, chance.

Otherwise, he never could have ended up the ultimate winner.

Perhaps because he kept silent for so long, Yan Xixi suddenly grew nervous; behind all this, there really might be some terrifying things and deals she knew absolutely nothing about.

"Big Toe... this... if it puts you in any kind of bind, then just pretend I never said it..."

He unclasped his fingers, suddenly smiled, patted her hand, his voice incredibly gentle: "Xixi, don’t worry. I owe Huang Xiaojue this favor, and I will pay it back."

She murmured, "It doesn’t really count as you owing him."

"You’re my wife! If he hadn’t saved you, I’d have no wife, no child—of course I owe him."

He spoke with absolute certainty: "Xixi, you can rest easy."

She nestled against him and suddenly started laughing.

She didn’t even know why, but she felt utterly, completely relaxed inside, as if even if the sky came crashing down, it wouldn’t matter anymore.