The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 537 - 534 Rhythm 7_1

At crucial moments, a woman’s belt always comes off faster. HEH HEH. Look how good my Xixi is—she has principles. And because of those principles, I never got what I wanted. The more I thought about it, the more elated I became. Even though my whole body was stiff, and the agony of walking from fiery heat to icy cold was intense, it somehow felt less unbearable now—I was just so pleased with myself!

Yan Xixi was great, truly great; at least there was no easy risk of her making me a cuckold.

When you love someone, their flaws become their strengths. You don’t realize that you’ve just invested too much: money, energy, your very heart and soul... The more you spend, the more valuable it becomes.

The paintings of an obscure artist are not necessarily inferior to Picasso’s, but the issue is that Picasso’s are pricier. Those who collect them spend a lot of money and care for them meticulously, treating them as priceless treasures. But the paintings of some unknown artist, even if tossed on the ground for five yuan, nobody would bother to pick them up.

Ultimately, price determines value.

All night long, Yan Xixi could not sleep. She remained listlessly on the terrace, her thoughts muddled.

To say I wasn’t heartbroken at all would be a lie. If Huang Xiaojue hadn’t shown up at my door, I might have eventually forced myself to become indifferent. But seeing him appear in such a sorry state was truly heartbreaking.

During college, Huang Xiaojue’s living expenses were always double that of his peers. He had been a good kid, never spending money recklessly before. But to cover my living expenses, he always found ways to ask his family for money. Apart from having a terrible mom, Huang Xiaojue was flawless, faultless. Our relationship had once been so good. But when, and why, did it have to end in a breakup?

Her phone screen kept lighting up with a non-stop stream of messages, but she was in no mood for them. That night, she couldn’t even be bothered with "Foot-Scratching Guy."

However, even the greatest pain would gradually fade. Wan Donglin was right: a breakup is a breakup; indecision only brings more chaos. But I wonder, after his visit today, will this be the last time I ever see Xiaojue?

When Huang’s mother pushed open the door, she couldn’t help but frown and pause. The strong smell of alcohol in the room was almost nauseating.

Empty bottles were littered everywhere, along with vomit. Her son lay sprawled in the middle of the living room, a complete wreck. His former pride and vigor were nowhere to be seen.

She rushed over anxiously, trying to help her son up. "Son... Son... Oh my God, why did you drink so much?"

Huang Xiaojue still clutched the bottle, his vision blurry. He didn’t look at who had approached, simply raising the bottle and gulping it down fiercely.

Huang’s mother reached out to grab the bottle, but he glared at her, his eyes bloodshot. "What are you doing?"

"Son... it’s me... it’s your mom... Son, stop drinking... If you keep drinking like this, you’ll hurt yourself..."

Mom... Mom... His mind fogged. Then Yan Xixi’s words, sharp and clear, seemed to cut through the haze: "Our first breakup was because of your mom, and the second breakup was also because of your mom! Xiaojue, you know this yourself!"

Who was speaking? He was startled, glancing around, half-awake and half-asleep.

"Son, stop drinking... You can’t keep drinking like this, you’ll get alcohol poisoning..."

Huang Xiaojue pushed her away and continued to drink.

This was their newly renovated house—his intended marital home—but the vast space felt desolate, and his wedding night had turned into a cruel illusion.

For countless nights, I’ve asked myself: Why? Why on earth? What wrong did I commit to deserve such punishment? I worked hard, treated friends and family well, and stayed positive. What was it all for? What was my original purpose?