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The Billionaire's Hidden Affection

Chapter 955 - 952: The Price of Love 7
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Chapter 955: Chapter 952: The Price of Love 7

After a long, long time, Liu Daqing let out a deep sigh: "Donglin, have you thought about the price you must pay for doing this?"

"..."

"This is a war without gunfire. Forget about time and energy, you might lose a lot of things. Not just wealth and status, but even other things..."

"I have already thought it through."

"Does it not matter even if you lose Yan Xixi?"

This time, he did not answer; he just remained silent.

In the blink of an eye, Christmas was approaching.

The campus was starting to take on a strong festive atmosphere, but Yan Xixi was very busy. Twenty-four hours here were far from enough; she wished each day could be extended to 48 hours.

This is a strange place: No matter how hard you work, someone else works harder; no matter how smart you are, someone else is smarter.

With every expansion of her vision, every deepening of her studies, Yan Xixi’s vigilance was continually refreshed—the superiority she had from being proud of her intelligence had long since vanished.

To excel, you need to pay more than double the effort—or rather, N times the effort.

In a trance, she even forgot about being melancholic in spring and autumn.

It wasn’t until the eve of the holiday when she picked up her phone that she realized she hadn’t heard from Wan Donglin for a long time—since she had taken the private plane arranged by Empress Dowager Liu to Boston, there had been no news from Wan Donglin.

She occasionally sent him messages, but he never replied.

The avatar of the burly guy was always black; he seemed not to have had that kind of leisure for a long time.

She had also considered calling him several times, but always refrained.

She thought, if he had time, he would definitely call me; if he’s busy, my call would just disturb him. If he has time but still doesn’t call me, then why should I contact him?

When busy with studies, all these questions could be covered up, but when the holidays suddenly arrived, that day, countless families gathered, many people planned dates with friends or trips, but she was unsettled, with no plans at all.

Even though alone, there were those she missed: Wan Donglin, Xu Xiaoya, Empress Dowager Liu... She really wanted to see them.

She wanted to go back, but didn’t dare. Before leaving, Wan Donglin’s warning was still ringing in her ears: As long as I don’t personally tell you to come back, you must not return.

He never asked her to come back, and hadn’t even called once.

Finally, she couldn’t help but send him a message: "Brother Donglin, how are you spending Christmas this year?"

"By the way, we’re also going on holiday soon. This is a big holiday, really long, like winter break. After working so hard, I want to relax a bit..."

Even her tone was deliberately light: "I’m planning to go on a trip, initially planning to visit Yellowstone Park, I’ve always wanted to go, you know..."

But there was still no reply.

From morning till dusk, she kept staring at her phone; even while studying, she was distracted. But by evening, she lost hope completely, as if that reply would never come again.

Constantly receiving annoying calls, all from boys, among them, Li Xianzhen called several times, eagerly inviting her to Seoul for a trip.

The last call was from Li Mingyu, who was very enthusiastic: "Yan Xixi, would you like to spend Christmas together? I’ve prepared a super big turkey, want to come over to eat?"

She politely replied: "No, thanks. I’m not going anywhere this holiday."

"Just staying in? That’s such a pity."

"I’ve fallen behind on my studies, need to catch up during the holiday."

"You’re too hard on yourself, Yan Xixi, why should a girl work so hard?"

"You guys go have fun, don’t worry about me."

She put her phone aside and picked up her books again; her performance in the first semester was just okay, but still far from her goal.

Don’t think there’s still a lot of time; the years spare no one, least of all women.

But that night, her studying wasn’t effective; she kept absent-mindedly looking at the phone, holding on to a faint hope in her heart: Brother Donglin, are you really so busy that you’ve completely forgotten about me?

(Due to the Qingming holiday, updates were delayed. Ten updates will resume starting tomorrow.)

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