Rebirth of wealth and freedom starts from the World Cup

Chapter 200 The secret that a rich daughter cannot tell!

As soon as the call was connected, Cheng Yuyan's crying voice came over immediately, and her speaking speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to hear what she was saying.

Even the most hard-hearted person would find it difficult to remain indifferent in the face of such a situation.

What's more, Zhao Zixuan is still a man who cherishes women at heart.

But this tenderness is not excessive, his compassion for women has a clear limit.

Just like that vulgar but appropriate saying - give the grass 10 points, don't give the grass 0 points.

His preferences and exceptions were only for those women with whom he had had intimate contact.

Of course.

He Jieyu is not within this scope.

She is so sci-fi!

"Zixuan, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so impulsive and greedy. Can you forgive me?"

"I really know I was wrong. I didn't mean to disturb you on purpose. My roommates forced me to go find you. Actually, I didn't want to go..."

"As long as you can forgive me, you can punish me however you want, I will listen to you! As long as you don't leave me, I really can't live without you..."

"..."

Zhao Zixuan listened to Cheng Yuyan's pleading in silence, allowing her to vent her distress on the other end of the phone.

For him, at this moment he really didn't know what to say, because to put it bluntly, this matter was not Cheng Yuyan's problem.

He himself is the culprit who started the crime.

If he hadn't been so amorous and always liked young and beautiful girls, things would never have developed to the current situation.

People who are favored are always fearless.

And it was because he relied on Cheng Yuyan's preference for him that he could squander this love so unscrupulously.

All we can say is that he won completely in this game of love from the very beginning, because he was not the first one to fall in love, so he would not feel heartbroken even if he lost.

At most you will feel sad for a few days afterwards, just like catching a cold. You will recover in a week whether you take medicine or not.

Moreover, he had caught a cold several times and had already developed a certain immunity to it.

It would probably take less than a week, maybe two or three days, for him to have enough freshness to easily forget this relationship that was so terminally ill for Cheng Yuyan.

This is not because he is powerful, nor is it because he is heartless, cold-hearted or unreasonable.

It's just that he had been hurt before, and hadn't been treated with love, so he could no longer treat a relationship with deep affection.

Isn’t this another kind of sadness?

Cheng Yuyan finally poured out all her feelings, exhausting all her strength, and even her sobs seemed so weak.

Zhao Zixuan then spoke slowly, with a hint of cynicism in his voice.

"I intend to marry you and spend my whole life with you. Even if you abandon me mercilessly, I will not be ashamed..."

After a pause, he continued, "I still remember what someone said to me. If this sentence is not a joke, I think I will remember it for the rest of my life."

Cheng Yuyan choked up as she responded, each word revealing deep affection: "This is not a joke, this is my true feelings, my lifelong true feelings..."

The corner of Zhao Zixuan's mouth curled up into a faint smile, as if he was teasing, or mocking himself.

He said casually, "I hope so. I'm about to board the plane. Do you have anything else to do?"

Cheng Yuyan was silent for a moment, her voice trembling slightly: "I'm already at the airport, do you have time to come out? I want to say goodbye to you."

Zhao Zixuan's gaze unconsciously turned to the bored beautiful figure on the sofa. The moment their eyes met, the balance in his heart finally tilted to one side.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm afraid it's too late. You should go back first and I'll talk to you when I come back next month."

Although Cheng Yuyan on the other end of the phone was disappointed, she did not pester him. Instead, she agreed to his request in an unexpectedly well-behaved tone, and gave him her sincere blessings before leaving. She told him to be careful on the way and to call her no matter how late it was.

Zhao Zixuan agreed casually and hung up the phone.

On the plane, Zhao Zixuan and He Jieyu sat side by side in the spacious business class.

Accompanying them were six bodyguards with burly build and extraordinary temperament.

Among these bodyguards, Zhao Zixuan only recognized one, Ah Xiao. Although he was familiar with the others, he could not remember their names.

Except for Ah Xiao, the other five bodyguards were sitting in economy class.

no way.

He Jieyu has always been accompanied by bodyguards wherever she goes since she was a child. Her travel security is so strict that it is shocking. It is said that someone from the He family will meet them at the London airport, and once they arrive at the station, someone will arrange to escort them all the way to their destination.

Sitting on the plane, Zhao Zixuan became more and more interested in He Jieyu's mysterious identity. Since she was the daughter of a wealthy family in Haojiang, why did she come to the mainland to study?

This is indeed puzzling.

However, it seemed inappropriate to ask her directly, after all, it was her private matter.

He Jieyu seemed to sense Zhao Zixuan's doubts. She blinked her bright eyes and took the initiative to say, "Brother, do you have anything to ask me?"

Zhao Zixuan looked at her innocent face, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "I do have a question for you. If you feel embarrassed, you don't have to answer it. I want to know, what is your relationship with the Macau Gambling King?"

He Jieyu smiled softly and said, "Brother, you don't think that just because the gambling king's last name is He and my last name is He, we are related, right?"

"Isn't it?"

Zhao Zixuan frowned. He always thought that He Jieyu was the granddaughter of the gambling king.

At least she's an illegitimate daughter or something.

But now it seems that I was overthinking?
"of course not."

He Jieyu smiled slightly, revealing two rows of clean white teeth, and said: "Although we have the same surname, as far as I know, my family has nothing to do with the gambling king..."

"Oh, by the way, my great-grandfather might have had some connection with him, but that's all in the past."

"There are two Ho families in Haojiang. One is the Ho family that started out as a gambling family, and the other is my family. If you really want to dig deeper, the reason why the Ho family was able to develop was thanks to my great-grandfather..."

He Jieyu revealed a lot of secret stories in one breath.

After hearing this, Zhao Zixuan suddenly realized that he might be about to touch upon a huge secret.

So, he wisely chose not to ask any more questions. He knew that as long as he continued to ask, He Jieyu would tell him everything about her family without reservation.

But he felt that he might not be able to digest such a big secret yet.

As the saying goes, "A man is innocent unless he is in possession of a treasure", Zhao Zixuan knows this truth very well.

He is still young, and the best years of his youth have just begun. He does not want to put an end to his life so early because of a secret.

One day, when he meets He Jieyu's parents face to face, those so-called secrets will dissipate like morning mist and cease to exist.

"By the way, didn't you say your mother wanted to see me? When?"

Zhao Zixuan asked the doubts in his mind. He actually wanted to get to know He Jieyu's family as soon as possible.

He Jieyu was slightly stunned, as if she didn't expect him to be so direct.

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Brother, let me apologize to you first. My mother may have sent someone to investigate you. I hope you won't be angry about this. She is doing this for my own good."

Zhao Zixuan smiled gently, having already expected this in his heart.

He had already deeply experienced the foresight and strategic means of wealthy families before his rebirth, but he just didn't have the opportunity to "marry into a wealthy family."

It would have been truly puzzling if his closeness to He Jieyu had not led to an investigation.

It is true that rich people are rich, but they are not stupid.

How can a child like him who grew up in a single-parent family, who is not loved by his grandfather and grandmother, be easily accepted by a wealthy family?

There is no so-called bright future for a marriage between people from different social backgrounds.

this is the truth!
The story that the Princess of Samsung of South Korea and her security guard have to tell is the best example.

Of course.

Zhao Zixuan didn't care.

Even if He Jieyu's family is prejudiced against him, he will not be harmed in any way.

At most, I just feel a little regretful.

Again.

A broken heart is like a cold. You will recover in a week whether you take medicine or not.

To this day, Zhao Zixuan's emotional immunity has evolved to an outrageous level. No one can easily hurt his cold heart that is sealed with cement and is almost dead.

Maybe He Jieyu can.

But Zhao Zixuan believes that the innocent young lady is still a simple and kind girl for the time being.

…………

The night is as dark as ink and the stars are shining.

On the overpass not far from the airport, Cheng Yuyan used her mobile phone to capture the moment the plane took off, as well as the raging flames and chaotic traffic caused by the car accident ahead.

He Yan stood beside her, and the two of them endured the cold night wind together, but they both felt inexplicably heavy-hearted.

"Fortunately, I reacted quickly and braked in time. Otherwise, if I really rear-ended you, your Ferrari worth more than four million dollars would be disfigured. If I really hit it, would you feel bad?"

He Yan's eyes fell on the chain car accident in front of him, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Cheng Yuyan didn't say anything for a long time. She looked up at the plane that was gradually disappearing in the night sky. After a long while, she sighed softly, "Even if it really crashed, you don't have to pay for it. Don't you know that there is insurance?"

He Yan stuck out her tongue. Of course she knew about the existence of insurance. She said this on purpose just to find a topic to ease Cheng Yuyan's depressed mood.

However, this topic did not seem to have much effect.

Cheng Yuyan still looked melancholy, just like Lin Daiyu, the lovelorn but short-lived woman in seclusion in her boudoir.

This can't go on like this.

Not only does it shorten your lifespan, it also makes you age more easily.

"Would you like one?"

He Yan took out a cigarette from his pocket and tried to lure the good student onto the path of "degeneration".

Cheng Yuyan hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand and wanted to give it a try, but was rejected at the last moment.

She whispered, "He doesn't like the smell of smoke."

He Yan rolled his eyes speechlessly, with a bit of helplessness in his tone, "Cheng Yuyan, it's already this time, and you're still thinking about that scumbag? I really admire you. I want to ask, what's so good about him that you're so devoted to him?"

Cheng Yuyan shook her head slightly, with a hint of determination in her eyes, "When it comes to relationships, it's not about whether it's worth it, but whether you're willing to do it."

He Yan sighed, pitying his misfortune and angrily said, "You are really hopeless, you big fool!"

Why does Zhao Zixuan do that?

Cheng Yuyan did not refute, thinking that it’s okay to be a fool. Sometimes being a fool can be a kind of happiness and joy.

Just be happy.

At this moment, a car accident ahead caused a car to suddenly catch fire. The people around were frightened and fled in all directions.

He Yan was also frightened and tried to run away pulling Cheng Yuyan, but the latter remained calm. She took out her cell phone and captured this thrilling moment.

After filming, she fled the scene.

After reaching a safe area, Cheng Yuyan quickly edited a message on her Moments.

She attached a photo of the accident scene, in which flames shot up into the sky and thick smoke billowed, as if a disaster was happening.

She wrote down her truest feelings in the copy, desperately hoping that someone could see it, and only he could see it.

but.

Can he see it from the plane?
——Your eyes saw this fire.

You can not see me.

Although, I'm lit for you.

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