CHAPTER 292: CHAPTER 292 YOU ARE THE MOST PRECIOUS (ADDITIONAL REVIEWS)

Huang Xiaojue was extremely distressed. "Xixi, I really don’t want you to go through all this trouble. You know what my mom is like. If she sees the injury on your head, she’ll ask endless questions. If we lie, one lie requires a hundred more to cover it up, and that’s exhausting. If we tell the truth, she’ll just make a big fuss. I originally planned to wait a few days for you to rest and have the bandages on your head removed before taking you home. But..."

She stood up, beaming. "It’s all right, Xiaojue. I’ll go back with you today."

"But, Xixi..."

"My wound has mostly healed, so don’t worry. Xiaojue, we just need to get our story straight and say I injured it in a fall."

Huang Xiaojue couldn’t dissuade her, so they got in the car. He suddenly felt a rush of emotions and squeezed her hand tightly. Yan Xixi smiled sweetly. "Xiaojue, let’s go buy some more gifts. We should pick something really nice, something your parents will definitely like."

He laughed too. He had spent almost the entire Spring Festival holiday in a state of intense nervousness and anxiety. Only now did he finally feel truly relaxed and at ease.

They chattered idly. At a traffic light, he saw her leaning back against the seat, eyes closed. Though she looked tired, a faint smile graced her lips. She was normally so stubborn, someone who would rather fight to the death than submit to Wan Donglin, yet she always compromised for him—for his mother’s sake.

If she acted according to her usual temperament, would she ever agree to this?

She insisted because of love, and she compromised because of love.

He quietly took her hand, and she squeezed his back tightly. After this ordeal, their feelings for each other had deepened without them even realizing it.

In the mall, Yan Xixi was very carefully selecting gifts. "Xiaojue, what do you think of this shaver? And this Dragon and Phoenix Gold Bracelet—the style and pattern are both lovely. I think your mom will definitely like it, and it’s good timing too, since the price of gold has dropped quite a bit..."

The salesclerk was extremely enthusiastic. "Older ladies love these kinds of bracelets! They’re beautiful, elegant, and make for a very presentable gift."

"All right, let’s get this one then."

Just as Yan Xixi was about to pay, Huang Xiaojue pulled her back, grinning. "You rest here for a bit and wait for me."

She chuckled in amusement. "Xiaojue, are you saying I pick out the gift, and you pay for it?"

He winked and went to pay the bill.

After they got back in the car, Huang Xiaojue didn’t start the engine immediately. He took out a card and handed it to her. "Xixi, this is my salary card. Take it. From now on, you can decide what to buy yourself."

Her eyes widened. "Xiaojue, am I going to be living off you again?"

He burst out laughing. "Isn’t that how it should be? We’re getting married soon, so there’s no need to be so particular about whose money is whose. I’m often away on business trips. When I’m not home, you can buy whatever you like."

"And what if I spend money recklessly?"

"HAHA, a woman’s youth is fleeting. It’s only natural that you should dress nicely, eat well, and wear beautiful things."

"Are you implying my youth will be gone in a few years?"

"Xixi, even when you’re old, you’ll still be the most beautiful old lady."

She laughed. That’s more like it.

Chatting and laughing, they soon arrived at the Huang family home.

While Huang Xiaojue was parking the car, Yan Xixi got out first and waited by the side. She clutched the newly bought gold bracelet, an inexplicable wave of anxiety washing over her, making her heart pound. She felt even more nervous than her last visit.

If Xiaojue’s mother asks about the injury on my head, should I really stick to the lie? Huang Xiaojue wasn’t home for the entire holiday; his mother will surely blame me for that. Besides, she’s already gone to Xu Xiaoya’s boutique two or three times to ask about me. It’s clear she doesn’t trust me at all. How on earth can I win her favor?