The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 460 - 457 Perfect Lover 10_1

Of course, Zhang Xiang had no idea that Wan Donglin was already aware of Yan Xixi’s every move through a messaging app, much less that Wan Donglin was that boorish alter ego online. When Zhang Xiang saw Wan Donglin laughing heartily, he mistakenly assumed Wan Donglin was pleased that Huang Xiaojue was finally out of the picture.

In front of the shop, Wan Donglin halted.

He spotted two people squabbling and immediately ducked into a shop across the street to avoid them.

The individuals happened to be Huang Xiaojue’s parents.

After Huang Xiaojue’s return, he didn’t explode in anger as his mother had feared. Instead, he was eerily quiet, not uttering a single word. He refused to go home, make an appearance, or answer his phone... Indeed, no grief is greater than a dead heart.

Huang Xiaojue’s father was deeply worried about his son and forbade his wife from bothering him. However, as the saying goes, "the tree desires stillness, but the wind never ceases." His wife, unable to withstand her sister’s daily entreaties and various commotions, and genuinely fearing her nephew might end up in jail, eventually gave in. Helpless, she relentlessly pestered her husband, insisting he find a solution.

Driven to his wit’s end, Huang Xiaojue’s father had no choice but to accompany his wife to offer an apology.

Huang Xiaojue’s mother entered awkwardly and, not seeing Yan Xixi, heaved a great sigh of relief. Facing just Xu Xiaoya will be easier on my dignity, she thought to herself.

Huang Xiaojue’s father got straight to the point, "Xiaoya, we’re here today to apologize..."

He bowed deeply. "I’m sorry, Xiaoya. On behalf of Xiaojue’s mother, his aunt, and Yang Wei, I apologize to you and Xixi."

Xu Xiaoya was taken aback by the elder’s deep bow and hurried to help him up. "Uncle Huang, I can’t possibly accept this. Please, have a seat."

Huang Xiaojue’s mother sheepishly took a seat to the side.

"How has Xixi been recently?" Huang Xiaojue’s father asked.

"She hasn’t returned and hasn’t called, so I don’t know how she’s doing," Xu Xiaoya replied.

After a few polite exchanges, Huang Xiaojue’s mother, seeing her husband wasn’t getting to the crucial point, interjected, "Xiaoya, we came today to ask for a favor. Could you please drop the charges against Yang Wei?"

"I’m sorry, but I can’t make that decision," Xu Xiaoya stated.

"What about Yan Xixi? Can you call her? Tell her that Xiaojue’s father and I are here to apologize to her..."

"Xixi’s phone is off. Unless she contacts me first, I can’t reach her. I’m very sorry."

Seeing Xu Xiaoya’s impervious responses, Huang Xiaojue’s mother grew agitated. "Xiaoya, it was all my fault, every bit of it! Yang Wei was just acting on my behalf. If you really must sue someone, then sue me! Let Yang Wei go, please. I’m willing to take the blame for him..."

Xu Xiaoya found her words jarring but maintained a polite attitude. "Yang Wei was the one who assaulted someone, not you. One must be accountable for one’s own actions..."

Huang Xiaojue’s mother could no longer contain herself. "I say, Xiaoya, can’t you at least consider Xiaojue’s feelings in this? Do you really have to be so ruthless? No matter what, Xiaojue was always so good to Yan Xixi..."

Xu Xiaoya retorted coldly, "If you knew how good Xiaojue was to Xixi, then why didn’t Yang Wei consider Xiaojue’s feelings and show some mercy?"

Huang Xiaojue’s mother was left speechless.

She felt thoroughly wronged and aggrieved to an extreme. Having come with downcast eyes to apologize, only for it to be unappreciated, she became even more incensed. In her fury, she blurted out rashly, "What gives you the right to be so arrogant? Isn’t it just because you have Wan Donglin’s backing? Yan Xixi keeps saying she loves my son, but what’s this about her still being entangled with Wan Donglin?"

Huang Xiaojue’s father quickly pulled her up. "Old woman, what nonsense are you spewing?"

"Am I spewing nonsense? If she weren’t still entangled with him, why would Wan Donglin help her so much? Is this how she repays Xiaojue’s kindness?"

Fearing his wife would say something irreparable, Huang Xiaojue’s father pulled her towards the door. "Xiaoya, I’m sorry. The old lady is just babbling nonsense; please don’t take her seriously..."