CHAPTER 40: CHAPTER 40 FIRST LOVE 2_1

"Xixi, let’s go..."

Huang Xiaojue’s hand was suddenly slapped away. Annoyed, he turned his head to see an extremely tall man, followed by two burly plainclothes bodyguards wearing large sunglasses.

The man completely ignored Huang Xiaojue. He arrogantly pulled Yan Xixi into his embrace with one arm, his expression haughty and domineering. "Kid, I’m warning you, if your filthy hands dare to touch her again, you’re dead!"

Huang Xiaojue immediately recognized the man. He was the ’passerby’ Huang Xiaojue had seen twice, the one who drove the luxury car.

He clenched his fists and stepped forward. "Who are you?"

Wan Donglin didn’t even look at him, merely pulling Yan Xixi. "Xixi, let’s go home."

Home!? This man actually dared to say "home"?

Yan Xixi, like a puppet, actually started walking forward with him.

A super-luxury car was parked up ahead, its door held open by a chauffeur. Huang Xiaojue watched in disbelief as Yan Xixi was about to get in. He chased after her, crying out, "Xixi, Xixi, you can’t go with him! Think about your mother! You’ve endured so much until today! Is it worth it to go with him again? Xixi, you don’t have any pressure on you anymore. You have to think for yourself! You’re free now..."

Yan Xixi’s steps faltered slightly, but Wan Donglin didn’t give her a chance to hesitate. With a firm pull, he tugged her into the car, and the door slammed shut with a BANG.

Behind them, Huang Xiaojue’s heart-wrenching cries echoed, "Xixi... Xixi..."

In the rearview mirror, Yan Xixi saw his desperate, pursuing figure. Xiaojue. He had finally come—even though his mother had snatched the phone and tried everything to stop him, he still came.

But being half an hour late meant it was no longer a miracle.

Her heart should have been aching, yet at this moment, she felt nothing at all—no joy, no anger, no sorrow, no happiness, not even grief or a sense of loss. After a long while, she slowly leaned against the comfortable backrest and drifted off to sleep.

Huang Xiaojue chased for a long distance, but the car had long since sped away like the wind. Gusts of cold wind blew down his neck, yet puffs of white vapor escaped his lips as he panted heavily.

Behind him, Mr. and Mrs. Huang were also panting as they chased after their son. It took them a long time to catch up. Mother Huang ran, shouting, "Son... Son... My foolish son..."

Huang Xiaojue slowly turned his head. Mother Huang flinched, instinctively avoiding her son’s knife-like gaze. That gaze was menacing. "Mom," he bit out, "if you hadn’t hung up on me, Yan Xixi’s mother wouldn’t have died!"

"Son, are you crazy? Yan Xixi’s mother had a terminal illness!"

"I abandoned her when she needed me most."

"You abandoned her? It was she who lacked self-respect! You gave them money, helped them find a house, and visited her and her mother every day. What more did you need to do for them? Did they have to suck you dry?! You’ve never even been that devoted to your father and me! Even if what I said that day was unpleasant, if she truly loved you, couldn’t she have tolerated even that? Son, she was just making excuses! She’s wanted to climb the social ladder all along, that’s why she wouldn’t forgive you..."

"Have you forgotten what Zhou Xiaoxuan said? Was Zhou Xiaoxuan wronging her? Yan Xixi was a tea house shill, a bar shill, conning men out of their money! Now that she’s found such a rich man, why would she still care about you? Son, wake up! She’s wanted to break up with you for a long time!"

Huang Xiaojue’s nostrils flared like bellows, puffs of white air jetting out and instantly turning into a faint, icy mist.