The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 509 - 506 Honey, Give me a hug 14_1

On the weekend, Yan Xixi didn’t sleep in.

In fact, ever since she left the hotel, she had resumed her normal schedule, waking up at seven every day. Outside of work, she wrote resumes, researched information, and revisited her long-neglected professional books to review. These days, job hunting was truly getting harder and harder. Even for jobs paying a hundred thousand annually, it was like thousands vying to cross a single-plank bridge. As for those offering annual salaries between three hundred thousand and five hundred thousand, it was best just to look; the requirements were simply too high. The requirement of many years of work experience alone was enough to bar you at the door.

Her gaze fell again on the company she had worked for. What a pity. If I hadn’t quit, I’d have a guaranteed annual salary of three hundred thousand by now. If I’d been willing to work my guts out and my performance had improved, I could’ve been the next Fu Mei—sprinting down the road to becoming wealthy and beautiful.

What a shame.

Forget about being wealthy and beautiful; I’m now just a struggling nobody, right back where I started.

But with Huang Xiaojue there, there was definitely no going back.

Thinking of Huang Xiaojue, her heart still felt a chill. A person who had resided in her heart for over a decade wasn’t like unwanted data on a portable hard drive, erasable with the mere lift of a finger.

These past few days, she never dared to turn on that particular phone, nor look at her emails, and always kept her QQ messages disabled.

Only occasionally, when she braved a peek, she found that Huang Xiaojue had left no messages—not a single one.

If he truly didn’t love me anymore, he wasn’t the type to pester endlessly. His relentless pursuit back then was because he was convinced I still loved him, and that I’d only left him because I had no other choice.

Then, just like that, all news of Huang Xiaojue ceased.

Is he okay? I hope he isn’t too heartbroken.

She had picked up the phone several times, but each time she gritted her teeth and stopped herself. What would be the point of dragging things out? Am I just demeaning myself?

Memories are like the passage of time; there are people we once swore never to forget, yet, as the days pass, their faces gradually blur. She thought the pain of the breakup would slowly fade as well.

From then on, she never contacted Huang Xiaojue again.

She had sent out several resumes online but hadn’t received any replies. It’s so stressful. If this continues, I won’t even be able to make my mortgage payments myself. Sigh, it’s truly disheartening. The new shop, the house... no matter how you look at it, Wan Donglin paid for everything.

In this day and age, even maintaining one’s dignity requires resources.

I need to hurry up and strive hard. Self-reliance is the only way.

She comforted herself: I’ll just consider myself like King Goujian of Yue, enduring hardship for future success... Ugh, it really is quite demeaning.

After handling a few things, it was almost noon before she realized it. She felt a bit hungry. Opening the fridge, she found it completely empty; only then did she remember she hadn’t bought groceries in days.

She changed her clothes and was just about to go out for groceries when she heard the doorbell ring.

She muttered to herself, Who could that be? The doorbell has never once rung since I moved in.

She opened the door and froze.

The man standing opposite her had his hair cut short. Dressed in a white shirt and crisply pressed trousers, he looked particularly young and full of spirit.

What’s he doing here?

Wan Donglin stood at the door, a broad smile on his face, yet his tone was clearly a bit sheepish. "Well... Xixi... fancy meeting you here..."

She widened her eyes. Coincidence?

He looked her up and down. She’s already changed her clothes. Is she about to head out?

"Miss, you never reply to my messages. I had no choice but to pay a personal visit."

She cleared her throat a few times.

"Miss, I’m here to have you fulfill a promise..."

She raised an eyebrow. A promise? What did I promise him?

"Xixi... didn’t you say last time that you wanted to treat me to a meal? But then you stood me up after we met. That’s not acceptable, you know. It’s no fun being stood up all the time. You yourself promised to cook for me personally, and a promise is a promise... So, here I am, I’ve come to your door myself..."

So this guy is really here to scrounge a free meal?

Caught off guard, Yan Xixi leaned against the doorframe with one hand, thinking, Should I let him in, or not?