Wan Donglin’s expression changed drastically. She said calmly, "I’m sorry, Mr. Wan. While you were in the bathroom, I saw your phone screen light up, so I picked it up and took a look. I apologize." His expression turned grim. Yan Xixi discreetly moved to one side but didn’t feel too embarrassed. After all, Wan Donglin, if you could investigate me as if I were transparent, then me looking at your phone messages isn’t a capital crime, right? She stood silently for a moment, then started to head out. She stopped at the door but kept her back to him. The most update n0vels are published on novel(ꜰ)ire.net "From the beginning, I told you I would marry Zhou Ting. I never lied to you." That wasn’t how it was at the start—there was no Zhou Ting then. At the start, you only told me this relationship would end in three months or half a year... Heck, at the start, there were even birth control pills. However, she replied amiably, "I’ve never blamed you. I knew the rules from the start. But the time has come, hasn’t it?" "What do you mean, the time has come?" "You personally promised I could leave once I graduated." He growled, "But at that time, you weren’t yet pregnant with my child." So now it’s my fault? Morning sickness, a threatened miscarriage, a painful uterine scraping, pain so intense it made me wish I were dead... My heart shattered, my body was damaged. Bearing such agony was something I, Yan Xixi, endured alone. Would Wan Donglin feel that pain? Even the richest and most powerful man shouldn’t be too greedy, right? "If you don’t house, I can get you another one. If you don’t want to stay in the country, you can go abroad. You said you don’t like Canada, so what about other countries? Would they be acceptable?" "I’ve already found a job." "What are you going to do, running off on your own? Is a white-collar job with a monthly salary of just a few thousand really that great?" She paused, then replied calmly, "So what if I go to Ba City? Bear you a son after a few years? Then wait abroad with our son for your sporadic summons and favors? Decades later, when I’m old and people talk about me, will they just say, ’Oh, that’s that "Mistress Yan"?’" Enraged, he roared, "What exactly do you want from me? To leave Zhou Ting and marry you?" She gave a wry laugh. As if I would dare. Yet, instead of confronting him head-on, she responded amiably, "I thought we could part on good terms." "Yan Xixi, don’t push your luck." "Mr. Wan, rest assured, I won’t abscond with any money. How about this: you get some rest tonight and cool down. I’ll wait until you return from Man City before I leave. I won’t bother you; I’ll go to the study to read." As she reached to open the door, he rushed over and grabbed her hand. He glared at her fiercely, then stormed out. The sound of the door slamming shut was deafening. Yan Xixi leaned against the wall but didn’t feel the relief she had imagined. After a while, she opened the door and went out, only to find the lights in the living room were already off. Wan Donglin had left that very night. Yan Xixi couldn’t imagine how wonderful the scenery in Man City might be. She was also very busy, shuttling between various large companies every day. She was determined not to miss any opportunity that came her way. Eventually, she narrowed her options down to two companies. Both were renowned multinational corporations, and both had invited her for a second round of interviews. The second round was a make-or-break battle, and the competition was extremely intense. She was no rookie in the workplace. In the past, she had worked various odd jobs, often having to resort to trickery and keenly observe people to get by. These experiences had long since sharpened her ability to read others. Therefore, she wasn’t overly concerned about the upcoming intense competition.