Free Web NovelChapter 945: Chapter 942: Narrow Paths Cross (Part 4)
"Brother Donglin..."
"Brother Donglin!"
She wasn’t calling him to do anything, just expressing an infinite longing and reluctance—after all, parting was imminent, and she saw the approach of dawn.
He closed his eyes briefly and when he opened them again, there was no trace of tenderness or affection. His tone was even somewhat harsh and indifferent: "Xixi, it’s time to go."
She stood up, rubbing her eyes.
"Xixi, you must remember my instructions, do not come back for the next two years! If I don’t come to Boston to find you, remember, you must not leave, understand?"
She nodded obediently: "Brother Donglin, don’t worry."
He was even more stern: "If you act on your own or change your mind, it will put me in great danger, understand? Xixi, the greatest help you can give me is to completely leave this circle of mine. Remember, absolutely do not try to be clever."
"Take this time for example, if you hadn’t come back on your own, would the consequences be so severe? You even made the Empress Dowager worry enough to arrange a special plane to send you. Do you know how much you worried her? If you act on your own again, it isn’t love for me, it’s harming me!"
For many years, it was the first time he had scolded her so sternly.
She was shaken, but didn’t dare talk back.
"You should go now."
"Brother Donglin, goodbye."
She left the room, wanting to take one last look at him, but the door closed immediately—she wasn’t given even a last glance.
As if the warmth and affection of last night were all an illusion.
Yan Xixi’s heart trembled, but she had no time for anything else, because the driver was already waiting at the entrance of the hospital. As she boarded, she saw Lin Zhiyun—the Wan Family had indeed paid a heavy price to protect her.
At the moment she boarded the private plane, she finally understood completely: she couldn’t come back—not until Wan Donglin personally allowed her to.
He no longer had any energy to spare for her.
She didn’t know how long this separation would last, nor how long this battle would continue—would it be like Yang Guo, waiting for sixteen years?
Until the plane took off, until she looked down from the circling sky and saw this familiar city gradually shrinking—much like most of our lives: we must admit, we are indeed like specks of dust, without the wisdom to decide the fate of thousands, without the power to overturn the heavens, the only thing we can do is not to add trouble to those who care for us.
She still owed Huang Xiaojue a word of thanks.
But, she knew it wasn’t necessary.
If she thanked him, it would actually be a great harm to him.
Early in the morning, the doorbell rang.
Huang’s dad opened the door, very surprised: "Zhou Ting, why are you here?"
Zhou Ting was very polite: "I came to see you. Good morning, Dad."
This simple "Dad" made Old Huang’s heart skip a beat.
In fact, since the wedding date was set, Zhou Ting hadn’t changed how she addressed them. That day when the Huang Family invited friends and relatives for a gathering, Zhou Ting still called them Uncle and Aunt, but today, she came right in and called him "Dad."
Huang’s mom came out upon hearing this, and seeing Zhou Ting carrying a lot of things, "Please come in, Zhou Ting, you coming is enough, why bring so many supplements?"
"Mom, I came to see you."
This simple "Mom" made Huang’s mom smile with her mouth wide open: "It’s the weekend, shouldn’t you be resting? Your work is tiring, don’t keep thinking about us."
"Over the past few days, while Xiaojue has been out at meetings, I felt I should at least fulfill some of his obligations by helping out a bit."
