Chapter 1133 - 1130: Night of Reunion 5

"Deep down, I’ve always opposed Chuchu choosing Donglin..." Mrs. Zhang explained, "Donglin is really not someone Chuchu can handle. She’s childlike and needs to be loved and spoiled, with people catering to her every whim. But men like Wan Donglin have seen enough to become indifferent, and having had Yan Xixi, such a beautiful pearl before him, it’s a pity that she’s gone. He will undoubtedly always remember her... If Chuchu truly marries him, it would be purely for alliance, and she’d never be happy..."

Moreover, carrying a certain reputation.

Insiders in the circle would say: Look, she caused a scene to drive away the original spouse, and finally got promoted.

Is that interesting?

"I don’t want to sacrifice Chuchu’s happiness. Besides, we don’t necessarily need that alliance so badly right now..."

Mr. Zhang said calmly, "We also got married through introduction, but we’ve been loving and supporting each other all our lives."

"That’s because you never loved another woman before!"

Mr. Zhang was stunned and didn’t continue speaking.

As the biting cold of winter arrived, Yan Xixi’s feet had already treaded through major cities across North America.

When her feet landed on Boston’s soil again, she was overwhelmed with mixed feelings, like returning to familiar ground.

She sat down in a quiet café, unable to care about the fatigue of her journey, immediately indulging in food and drink. Finally, feeling satiated.

A drowsy afternoon.

She placed her luggage to the side, leaned against the chair, watching the gloomy weather outside, quickly fell into a half-sleep.

Suddenly, someone called her.

"Xixi... Xixi..."

"Yan Xixi..."

"Yan Xixi... You heartless woman..."

"Silly girl... Damn silly girl..."

She suddenly opened her eyes.

Across, people came and went, no one took a second glance at the oriental woman in simple cloth, long hair brushing her face—she wore a golden wig, exaggerated golden eyelashes, pale lips... at first glance, she resembled a faded Hollywood minor star.

Her appearance was completely transformed, no longer the pure Harvard girl of the past.

She was quite satisfied with this disguise, it brought her a sense of security.

However, the shouting disturbed her thoughts: Who’s calling her?

So familiar.

But she dared not think about it, only blankly gazed at the gloomy sky.

Money was running low. During these days, she’d been through many places, remote towns, foreign edges, even scattered war zones... only now realizing the power of South Country.

Indeed, respect comes from the barrel of a gun.

With South Country’s passport, South Country’s banknotes, no barriers everywhere...

Cash was scarce, this half-year journey around the world couldn’t continue.

She must and can only return to familiar places.

The cheap coffee and sandwich brought immense warmth, quickly suffused her with energy. She stood up, carried her luggage, slowly walked out.

The café had a side bookshelf filled with various books, many strangers casually flipping through them.

She walked by inadvertently, suddenly noticing a shadow ahead quickly merging into the crowd.

She trembled, rubbed her eyes, this time saw clearly: That back was tall, very straight, black hair, wrapped in a camel wool scarf, silver-gray coat.

That day, light snow fell, faint snowflakes fluttered, and that man slowly merged into the snowy street.