The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Chapter 809 - 806: Good Wife 2

She leaned back against the chair, completely relaxed.

Fortunately, those people didn’t use guns; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Is this some kind of divine protection?

"Xixi, it’s a good thing you brought so much cash with you, otherwise..."

She has a passion for cash; being old-fashioned, she always considers cash the safest option. Sadly, all the cash she was allowed to carry has been used up.

But that’s not the point, saving their lives is what matters.

She whispered: "Who exactly are these people? Why are they chasing us?"

He furrowed his brows.

She immediately gave up on asking further, realizing it wasn’t convenient to talk on the plane.

However, she sensed he was tense. This was the first time he had shown such tension in her presence, and he didn’t even try to hide it.

She didn’t ask more, but held his hand tightly.

Sometimes, a woman’s silence is the best support for a man.

After a while, he spoke deeply: "Xixi, I’m really sorry, I meant to take you on a nice trip, but less than a week in, we encountered this..."

She smiled: "There’s plenty of time for fun in the future. No need to rush."

He feigned sleep as she held his hand tightly, speaking softly but firmly: "Brother Donglin, can you promise me something? From now on, no matter what happens, let me be with you."

He opened his eyes, looking at her in a strange way.

She tightened her grip on his hand, "I will definitely keep secrets, and never speak recklessly. Plus, I will never be a burden to you. Brother Donglin, I just want to share your burdens. Will you promise me that?"

Not only should they stand together enjoying beautiful landscapes and cuisines.

If storms come, standing together through it isn’t that great?

Like during those two or three months when he suddenly disappeared, she’d rather flee with him than stay alone, fearing and overthinking all day.

He was silent, but turned his hand to hold hers.

She felt at ease immediately, knowing he had agreed.

At the airport, vehicles sent by Empress Dowager Liu awaited them.

Once they got in, they realized the ordinary-looking cars were indeed bulletproof; Zhang Xiang was driving one himself. Behind them, another equally ordinary-looking car had familiar occupants: Yang Yong and Liu Bing.

She knew things weren’t good, but didn’t ask further.

Zhang Xiang said in a low voice: "Third Young Master, no unexpected occurrences on the way?"

Wan Donglin spoke in a deep voice: "A little trouble, but we were safe."

"How is my mother?"

"Madam is well, waiting for you at the old residence."

Yan Xixi understood everything; something significant indeed had happened.

"Early yesterday morning, the old residence was broken into, the guards were killed..."

Wan Donglin’s heart sank.

The car headed straight for the old house.

This was Yan Xixi’s third visit to this mysterious place. The first time she was amazed by the array of art inside. The second time she tried to find Wan Donglin to no avail, unable to enter. This time, the old gatekeeper was gone, replaced by two strong men. Obviously, the guard that was killed was that old man, who with a compassionate look, left this world while still in his dreams.

Everyone waited outside, Wan Donglin only took her in with him.

Inside, it was eerily quiet.

The first floor hall was already empty, the second floor remained as silent as death.

The two climbed the stairs, with the evening sunlight streaming down, like an ancient scroll frozen in time, cold and lonely.