The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 528 - 525: The Word Husband Upside Down 7_1

Yan Xixi focused on her meal, paying no attention to her surroundings.

However, when she looked up, she saw a woman combining the remains of two plates of rice noodles. She then added an unfinished snack to the same tray.

Is this woman a cleaner? Yan Xixi wondered. But the cleaners all wear uniforms. This woman is in plain clothes; she’s not a waitress.

Besides, the woman remained seated.

A cleaner wouldn’t collect dishes while sitting.

Yan Xixi, surprised, casually glanced over. The woman was neatly dressed, her hair tidy. A faint, forced smile played on her lips, doing little to hide her tension and awkwardness. She seemed to be trying hard to appear natural, but it wasn’t working at all.

Yan Xixi lowered her head and returned to her meal.

Just then, the woman looked around, picked up the tray, and left.

Yan Xixi couldn’t help but follow her with her eyes. She watched as the woman walked some distance and sat down behind a pillar. From seven or eight tables away, Yan Xixi could see clearly. Heavens, the woman actually started to wolf down those leftovers!

Is this one of those legendary "high-class food scavengers" I’ve read about?

She was shocked.

She had only read about such things in newspapers and magazines—reports about young white-collar workers in big cities frequenting food stalls to scrounge leftovers. Witnessing it firsthand was still deeply unsettling. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Is it because she’s poor? Who would do this if they weren’t poor? And don’t give me that nonsense about frugality being a virtue! Eating a stranger’s leftovers? How do you know they don’t have some contagious disease? Who in their right mind would do that?

Stunned, Yan Xixi meticulously finished every last bit of her kimchi pot, for which she had paid. It wasn’t out of fear that someone else would scavenge her leftovers, but rather the fear of becoming a scavenger herself.

Money, the root of all evil—yet how incredibly important it is!

Just then, her phone screen lit up. She picked it up and saw another joke from "The Foot-Picking Lout."

"They kept saying they were going to ’strike the tiger,’ and everyone waited and waited. Finally, right after the Spring Festival, they made their move. Masters from Six Fan Gate raided Dongguan directly. Over 100,000 ’misses’ were put out of work, left waiting. Everyone was confused. They said they were striking tigers, so how did the ’chickens’ get hit? An old monk calmly said, ’Goodness, goodness. This old monk has long said that women are tigers.’ Everyone instantly understood..."

She didn’t laugh, because another message arrived immediately after: "Miss, university applications have begun. I’ve already had someone make arrangements for you. However, there’s an exam in a few months, and no one can help you with that. You’ll have to strive and improve yourself as quickly as possible. I’m under a lot of pressure too. If you can’t meet my expectations, don’t blame me for dropping you."

"Miss, don’t hesitate any longer. If you hesitate over this, you’re no better than a pig. Think about it: even if you’re ungrateful later and don’t want to marry me, you’ll still have graduated from Harvard. That alone gives you bragging rights, doesn’t it?"

"You can always burn your bridges later... besides, it’s not like you aren’t good at that. Remember when I was kind enough to help you finish college? Didn’t you immediately kick me to the curb then?"

"Stop messing around with that shop of yours and focus on your studies."

"Go for it. Even scammers need to upskill these days. Otherwise, your ’business’ will just keep stagnating. So dull."

Unlike previous times, she didn’t retort.

Why act so high and mighty? This is the kind of opportunity countless ordinary people dream of. Even revolutions need funding from the wealthy, don’t they?

She suddenly realized: without Wan Donglin, she dared not imagine what her life would be. Would she have continued to live so miserably?