The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 630 - 627: Missing 4_1

His actions moved her more than all the material sacrifices he had made. This man was the hero in her heart—at least, from this moment on, he was.

She suddenly paused. She saw the wrinkles on his forehead. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Unbelievable. How did this guy get wrinkles? How had I not noticed them before? Did they suddenly appear overnight?

She gently extended her hand, her touch very light as she stroked those few wrinkles, attempting to smooth them out. He was still fast asleep. Only when he slightly turned his body did his arm habitually bend, gently holding her close.

In the past, he often went out, and I had always thought he was out partying and carousing. It wasn’t until later that I realized he was extremely busy. A man that busy couldn’t possibly have countless women, nor would he have the energy for them. But still, this guy was definitely no saint.

Yan Xixi sighed silently, tiptoed off the bed, and closed all the curtains to dim the light.

She took a few steps and stretched her limbs. After a night’s sleep, the pain had subsided somewhat. She looked down and suddenly felt strange. It took her a moment to realize: These minor injuries are nothing serious. If this had happened before, I’d be up and about by now. Instead, here I am, being overly cautious and melodramatic.

That’s just the way people are. When no one pities you, you get used to anything; but when someone cares for you, you become delicate and precious.

She chuckled to herself and walked out the door. I should prepare something delicious, so when he wakes up, we can have brunch together.

When she reached the kitchen, she paused for a moment. The dining table was already laden with an abundant spread of side dishes and all sorts of congee she usually liked.

The housekeeper said very politely, "Miss Yan, if you’re hungry, please eat something first. I’m preparing lunch. The Young Master mentioned you have a special liking for black-boned chicken. See, I already have the soup simmering. It will be perfect for lunch."

She was starving, so she didn’t stand on ceremony and sat down, immediately starting to wolf down the food. The side dishes were exquisite, the fruit was delicious, and there was even steaming hot coffee.

Once she had eaten her fill, she suddenly had a strange feeling: It’s just like when I was living in the hotel before. Whatever I wanted, whatever I craved to eat, it would be there when I opened my eyes, without me even having to ask. In fact, ever since I started preparing for Harvard, someone else had been responsible for the housekeeping. It was only after the exams, when I wanted to stretch my legs and practice my skills, that I gave the housekeeper a long vacation. But as soon as the accident happened, Wan Donglin had immediately summoned her back.

She started to laugh. The laughter came from deep within her heart. To be constantly taken care of like this, cherished, and meticulously served... it felt as if no storm in the world could ever touch me. I had completely forgotten Wan Donglin’s repeated admonitions: "Never lose the ability and courage to live independently, no matter the circumstances." I hadn’t even considered: what would I do if I lost all this and was forced back to how things were before? That’s impossible. My big lug... he’d always be there, wouldn’t he?

She cheerfully went to the kitchen and volunteered, "I’ll cook lunch today. I’ll make a few dishes."

I absolutely have to make some fantastic dishes to really dazzle my big lug! I want to make grilled lamb chops... because my big lug really loved them.

"Alright. Just tell me what you want to make, and I’ll do it, Miss Yan. You go and get some proper rest."

"I’m not tired at all."

"But you’re injured."

"This injury is nothing."