The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 494 - 491: Finally Met the Stingy Big Man 10_1

"I bought a house, and he helped me so much. Plus, this time while I was staying at the hotel, he comforted me every day, found a doctor to treat my injuries, and took special care of me. It’s only right, considering everything, that I treat him to a meal."

"This guy is always so attentive for no reason. Could he be after something?"

"Hey, what do I possibly have that he could be after?"

"Your looks."

Yan Xixi laughed heartily.

The Toe-picker definitely wasn’t that kind of person. Somehow, she had always believed this.

Still, that night she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Whether it was because she had left the hotel or for some other reason—it was her first night in her own home.

Even though it was a one-bedroom house, it felt surprisingly empty. The living room was adequate. However, the twenty-square-meter bedroom and the twenty-something-square-meter terrace, which also served as a study, combined to feel particularly spacious. This was completely different from her usual impression of a one-bedroom apartment.

Outside the terrace was an excellent spot, directly facing the nearly two-thousand-acre forest park beyond the perimeter wall. Consequently, when the windows were open, the air felt exceptionally fresh, carrying the faint, lingering fragrance of various summer flowers.

Her phone screen lit up.

She picked it up. "Miss, you’re not going to bail on our meeting tomorrow at ten a.m., are you?"

"Of course not! I remember. By the way, you still haven’t sent me your photo."

"Just a moment."

Over ten minutes later, another message arrived, "Miss, you’d better prepare yourself."

She grimaced the moment she saw the picture. The man in the photo wore sunglasses and held a cane, making it impossible to tell who he was.

"Hey, the sunglasses I can understand, but what’s with the cane?"

"Don’t you think it’s cool?"

"I thought you were going for the blind man vibe, maybe even a limper."

"HAHA, I’m carrying the cane so it’s easier for you to spot me. Think about it: people will be coming and going in the park, their faces mostly a blur. Would you really go around tapping everyone on the shoulder asking, ’Are you the Toe-picker?’ But someone wearing sunglasses and carrying a cane? That’ll definitely be me. You’ll recognize me in an instant, won’t you?"

Oh, right. That actually makes sense.

"But many of the blind fortune-tellers at the Qingyang Palace gate dress just like that! What if a whole row of them shows up? How would I tell you apart? Or, Toe-picker, are you saying you actually have some hidden ailment?"

"HAHA, you’ll find out when you see me tomorrow, won’t you?"

"Send me a clear, full-face photo now."

"Wouldn’t that spoil all the mystery? Miss, what’s the hurry? Are you actually afraid I’m a con artist? Don’t forget, it’s a public park. If you sense something’s off, you can just turn around and leave, right?"

It wasn’t that she was afraid he was a con artist—in fact, for a long time now, she had trusted him almost completely. The question was, why did she still feel so apprehensive?

This feeling of trepidation intensified, especially when she opened her closet and looked at the rows of clothes.

It was the first time she’d ever felt the urge to put on heavy makeup and truly doll herself up, to look absolutely beautiful. As for why, she never paused to consider it.

Just looking at her current wardrobe made her anxious. The designer clothes she used to wear for show, all bought by Huang Xiaojue, had been returned. Now, all she had left were jeans, shirts, and a few dresses that weren’t particularly attractive.

Her gaze then fell upon the dresses the Toe-picker had sent. Finally, she settled on the rose-gray one.