Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting-Chapter 526 - 401: Half Past Six, He Didn’t Come Out

Chapter 526: Chapter 401: Half Past Six, He Didn’t Come Out

Chu Jiao asked as she tightly gripped Yin Shixiu’s coat.

She cried bitterly, and Yin Shixiu knew that this wasn’t a good situation. With Chu Jiao causing a scene like this, some bystanders were already gathering, eager for gossip.

Yin Shixiu gave the security guards a look, and they dispersed the onlookers.

It’s just a temporary fix, not solving the root problem.

He said,

"So, what do you want?"

Chu Jiao bit her lips tightly, her lips already numb and purple from the cold, trembling incessantly...

The intoxication made her head throb with pain.

What does she want? What does she really want?

She’s not stupid... She wants Yin Shixiu, but she knows that with Su Xiaomeng in the picture, she can’t have him.

What else can she do?

Why not her? She desperately wanted to know why, at the age of nineteen, in a time when she was naive, she was abandoned...

While at the same age of nineteen, why was he willing to lower himself to carefully nurture Su Xiaomeng’s growth?

Whenever she learned a bit more about their story, scenes from years ago would leap into her mind...

Her pride, her indulgence, his pampering, his stubbornness...

Her unruliness, his annoyance...

Her schemes, his cruelty...

Why was he so good to Su Xiaomeng, why did he care so much for her, indulge her so much, love her so much...

"Shixiu..."

Chu Jiao’s voice reached his ears from where it was pressed against his chest; all Yin Shixiu could discern was the fragility of this woman...

"Shixiu... Don’t be so cold to me, don’t pretend you don’t know me..."

"..."

"At that time, I was too young, I didn’t know how to cherish things, I thought of myself as the noblest princess in the world. I took it for granted that everyone had to accommodate me... I was wrong..."

"..."

Yin Shixiu glanced at his watch, took a deep breath, and felt the cold air enter his lungs, chilling him.

"I’ll take you back."

Yin Shixiu said.

Leaving her here wasn’t out of the question, it’s just... he knew in his heart that Chu Jiao meant nothing to him, but a dear friend still held lingering feelings for her.

"I don’t want to go back... It’s so cold at home..."

"..."

Chu Jiao lifted her eyes, looking at the five-star hotel building across the street...

"Let’s go to the hotel. I want to rest for a night and then go back tomorrow..."

"Alright."

As he said this, Yin Shixiu was about to turn around to call the security guard, but a pair of cold hands wrapped around his neck.

In front of him was Chu Jiao’s tear-stained face, sobbing uncontrollably...

"I don’t want anyone else to take me..."

"..."

"Hic"...

"I feel awful..."

The security guard standing close by dared not speak, just silently watched, seeing a woman lying in the president’s arms, her face looking ghastly and terrifying...

Her hair covered her face, making it indistinct.

Yin Shixiu looked at his watch again, seeming a bit impatient, then stretched out his hand and directly lifted Chu Jiao horizontally, starting to walk toward the opposite side of the street.

The security guard blinked, and a few of them were still guessing who this woman was...

"Is it the president’s wife?"

"Is it? How could the president’s wife end up like this right at the company’s entrance? How many people will laugh at this?"

The two security guards chatted amongst themselves.

If overheard by interested parties, it would become a small quarrel, a little episode between the president and his wife.

And at that moment...

A small gloved hand tapped the back of a security guard...

The security guard turned around to face a person wearing a pink woolen hat, a white scarf, wrapped in a light pink down jacket, with a rosy smiling face.

"Hi... Was that person who just walked by... Yin Shixiu?"

The security guard thought, what kind of person is this, calling Yin Shixiu by his name so plainly...

The other guard didn’t think much of it and nodded, "Yes, do you know our president?"

Su Xiaomeng’s expression froze for a moment; before getting out of the taxi, she had seen, right at the company’s entrance, amidst a few bystanders gathered, hugging someone squatting down there...

It could be said there was... no image at all.

The man’s squatting silhouette was very familiar, but she was mostly sure she must have seen it wrong.

Until the man stood up.

He held a woman in his arms, and she was very sure it was a woman because she was wearing high heels, and long hair fell over Yin Shixiu’s shoulder.

Su Xiaomeng felt her heart turn cold.

The security guard saw her staring in the direction Yin Shixiu had left, lost in thought, and couldn’t help but ask,

"Young lady, is there something you need?"

"No."

Su Xiaomeng said this one word softly and then followed the pair across the street.

Standing at the entrance of the five-star hotel, looking up at the building so tall she almost couldn’t see the top, the excitement and joy she had felt earlier were blown away by the cold, leaving her calm.

She clutched the thermal container wrapped in several layers tightly in her arms, fearing the soup inside would get cold.

She paced back and forth at the hotel entrance, never going inside.

She was waiting for Yin Shixiu to come out.

She knew what kind of man her husband was. If it weren’t someone important, he would never hug someone and leave right at the company’s entrance.

Nor would he bring someone to a hotel casually.

Speaking of how much Su Xiaomeng trusted Yin Shixiu...

As an analogy, now that Yin Shixiu had taken a woman into the hotel, a hundred or a thousand people seeing it would think their intentions were impure, definitely ambiguous.

She was the only one who believed that Yin Shixiu would come out properly dressed, and soon.

This was how much she trusted him, trusting him to the extent that when everyone thought a man of such status would never be satisfied with just one woman, Xiao Meng thought he was an exception.

Her husband’s care, his attentive nurturing, his abundant love made her feel that even doubting him a little would make her guilty.

So even though Su Xiaomeng wasn’t as excited and thrilled as when she came,

she was still expectant... She anticipated that Yin Shixiu would come out soon, or else the soup would get cold.

Su Xiaomeng continued pacing back and forth at the hotel entrance, muttering the apology words she had prepared beforehand.

However, Yin Shixiu seemed to be deliberately punishing her; he didn’t come out for a long time.

Su Xiaomeng rubbed her hands and stomped her feet, feeling the cold getting increasingly biting.

Eventually, the cold turned into blocks, transforming into snowflakes, and as Xiao Meng looked up, they landed on her eyelashes.

"It’s snowing..."

Xiao Meng murmured and hurried up a few steps, standing under the hotel canopy.

Maybe she was tired, weary; Xiao Meng sat on the side steps, occasionally looking through the glass into the hotel lobby.

Filled with grievance, mumbling,

"You’re dead if you come out so late!"

"Tell me what you were doing inside with a woman! Who was that woman? As if I didn’t see!"

"From now on, no matter who it is, even close friends can’t go into a hotel together. It causes too much misunderstanding! Ugh... Not even men!"

"I’m freezing to death! Quickly feel my hands, are they already ice-cold! Warm them up, hurry!"

"Hehe... Am I very pitiful? Then can you... not be angry?"

Someone practiced there like a fool... tirelessly, without boredom.

Su Xiaomeng’s mind had replayed countless times the scene of Yin Shixiu coming out of this door, imagining how heartbroken he would be upon seeing her like this.

Time passed both quickly and slowly, with snowflakes drifting in front of her eyes, too numerous to count...

Counting and counting, she felt like a fool.

The hotel staff had come out to ask her, but Su Xiaomeng only said she was waiting for someone.

Suggesting she wait inside, she said it was okay, not afraid of the cold.

They asked her again, which room was the person she was waiting for, they’d help check, she said no need, he’d come out.

He would come out, she kept assuring herself.

So as the hour hand made a round, and the street was covered with a thick layer of snow, her heart also froze solid.

She... was really afraid of the cold.

She tried to take out her phone from her pocket; her stiff fingers felt numb, unsure if her blood was still flowing.

Her phone seemed frozen like a brick, unable to turn on no matter what.

Turning back, it was still the luxurious lobby, so familiar she could now describe how many pots of flowers, trees, what decoration was on the left, what sculpture was on the right, how many rounds of reception staff had changed...

The clock on the wall read half past six.

He hadn’t come out.