CHAPTER 199: CHAPTER 199 BREAK THEM APART 2_1

The sleet was falling, growing finer and denser. Yet, the thrill of dining and dashing, combined with their mad sprint, had left her forehead slightly damp with sweat, and when the wind blew, it felt even colder. However, he opened his overcoat, enveloping her and completely shielding her from all the wind and snow.

In that moment, she thought, living like this forever would be quite nice.

This man was her first love, and he treated her the best. If she let him go, where else could she find someone better?

She was in excellent spirits that day. As soon as she got home, she went to check on the soup she had set to simmer before leaving that morning. The rock sugar and silver ear soup—Huang Xiaojue’s favorite dessert, a treat she often made—was emanating a fragrant, sweet aroma.

Before they could even take a bite, the doorbell rang frantically.

This time, Huang Xiaojue reacted quickly. He rushed downstairs, just in time to see a bratty kid flash past and disappear.

When he returned, Yan Xixi handed him a bowl of the silver ear soup, asking, "Who was that annoying person?"

"A bratty kid."

He pondered for a moment. He had long since noticed a problem: if he stayed at Yan Xixi’s place for more than twenty minutes, they were guaranteed to be disturbed. It was either a security guard mistakenly coming to collect property management fees or some bratty kid causing trouble. How could it be such a coincidence?

"The security in this complex isn’t great, Xixi," he said. "I’ll help you find a new place. Let’s move out as soon as possible."

Yan Xixi was taken aback. "Isn’t it fine here? It’s just some bratty kids playing pranks. The security isn’t that bad, is it?"

"Still, let’s move. How about a serviced apartment? It’ll just be temporary. As soon as the property is handed over, I’ll immediately arrange for renovations. We can get married in our new home then."

Although Yan Xixi wasn’t particularly eager to move, she didn’t object, as she, too, was beginning to feel that something was strange. Why had they been constantly disturbed lately? Though it wasn’t anything dangerous, it was still unsettling.

Lying on her bed one day, admiring the beautiful diamond ring on her ring finger, she couldn’t resist. She snapped a photo with her phone and posted it to her social media feed without any caption.

Soon, a message arrived: "Miss, what’s the meaning of that ring?"

She didn’t want to reply. That guy. Nothing good ever came from talking to him.

"Miss, is that delicate hand really yours? Did you buy a ring for yourself? It’s a pity the diamond is so small. The cut is mediocre, and the quality is also average. It looks rather shabby..."

A two-carat diamond isn’t small for an ordinary person, okay? I already thought it was very expensive. I certainly wouldn’t have been willing to buy something so pricey myself. Does he think all female celebrities wear pigeon-egg-sized diamonds of ten to twenty carats?

She retorted, feeling affronted, "The craftsmanship is excellent, and the quality is good too! It’s just my photography skills that are lacking."

He ignored her.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, he sent another message: "Are you really planning to get married?"

She replied drowsily, "Yes. Weren’t you the one who said I’m already twenty-seven and no longer have the right to be picky?"

"True. It’s likely only a man with such clouded judgment who would be interested in you. If you don’t seize this chance, you might stay unmarried for life..."

She wasn’t angry in the slightest and replied calmly, "You’re right. When it comes to boyfriends, quality is more important than quantity. I am indeed very ordinary. For my boyfriend to propose to me, I consider myself to be marrying up."

"Miss, don’t you think you sound rather spineless saying that? Let me tell you, women who are too eager and rush to marry down are generally looked down upon."

She retorted, "And you? Are you married?"