The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Chapter 890 - 887: Wedding Disruption 4

Because having it, she remains so calm and composed.

Because gaining it, she becomes in others’ eyes—an ethereal goddess.

But who gave all of this?

In a haze, she no longer feels like hanging out with this group of boys.

She couldn’t even sit through half-hearted small talk anymore.

She made an excuse and bid farewell.

Li Xianzhen offered to walk her out, but she politely declined.

Li Mingyu left with her.

When they were alone, Li Mingyu spoke, "An’an came looking for you, didn’t she? I hope she didn’t bother you."

Yan Xixi shook her head.

Li Mingyu explained, "She wants too much, and I can’t afford it. It’s better to break up sooner rather than later. The most ridiculous thing is, she wouldn’t let me buy a house for my family. On what grounds? My parents worked hard to raise me, and I earn money to buy her luxury goods but not for my mom? Is that reasonable? It’s not that she can’t have luxury goods, she can earn them herself. But she can’t make much and demands so much without considering her own worth in the matter..."

Even the best of men can become detestable when they turn mean.

Yan Xixi just smiled and said nothing.

As they parted, crossing the street corner, she saw a girl walking towards Li Mingyu.

The girl wasn’t particularly pretty, but she was young, fresh.

Clearly, she was Li Mingyu’s new girlfriend.

So quickly!

She immediately understood that, in fact, the last time they argued in front of Li Zhen, he had already made up his mind to break up; An’an merely gave him a formal excuse later on.

Over the years, she had followed him, living frugally, working hard together. But later, she saw no hope, so she started pressuring him. As for him, the truth was he’d long been tired of her, had no sense of novelty left, and since the cost was low, the break-up had a negligible price.

If she’d spent all his wealth, forcing him to sell blood or kidneys to support her, he wouldn’t bear to break up with her.

To be blunt, all he spent on her was allowing her to live rent-free in his rented room for two years—hiring a prostitute would have been more expensive.

Now, conveniently.

He has a bright future, is in his prime, with plenty of young girls to choose from; and as for her, even if she isn’t past her prime, her options are already limited.

Yan Xixi watched as Li Mingyu’s car drove away.

Ms. Liu’s car approached, "Miss Yan, please get in the car..."

She then snapped back to reality—like a princess.

It was Wan Donglin—it was he who made her like a princess—becoming a goddess in the eyes of other men years later.

Truly giving a great price, offering countless care—it was Brother Donglin who never once saw her as a gold-digger or spendthrift—he felt providing her with the best life was only right.

How ironic, the man willing to give a woman everything never complains; in contrast, the man who gives nothing constantly accuses women of being gold diggers, shameless—how dare a woman even think about gold-digging, it’s as if she’s worse than a streetwalker.

This is the difference between love and merging.

Never before had she so deeply understood such profound love and all the goodness of Wan Donglin—repeatedly asking herself in her heart: Yan Xixi, without Brother Donglin, what would you be?

A goddess?

A beauty?

No no no, without him, she, Yan Xixi, is nothing.

Perhaps, she would still be mingling in bars and tea houses, playing the game of the world, dealing with one vulgar man after another, making excuses, begging for survival, more humble than mud...

That uncouth fellow, he has allowed her to be a princess for a lifetime!