CHAPTER 324: CHAPTER 324: PIE FALLING FROM THE SKY 3_1

"My aunt has her 70th birthday coming up, and I’d like to invite you to come with me. She lost her only child many years ago and has never celebrated her birthday since. This time, my uncle and my mother are organizing it for her, and she said she’d particularly like to meet you."

Yan Xixi immediately agreed, "No problem, I’ll definitely go with you."

"Thank you."

"It’s my pleasure."

Yan Xixi bowed slightly to her boss, then left. As soon as she returned to her office, she almost jumped for joy. I’m going to study in the United States! What a treat! She sat down, saw the email address that had just been removed from the screen, and then it hit her: I was supposed to be resigning.

Just then, the internal line rang. "Miss Yan? Could you please come to the lounge on the first floor?"

It was lunchtime, so she hurried to the lounge. In a small partitioned area inside, she saw Mrs. Huang holding a coffee cup. Yan Xixi was startled and cautiously asked, "Auntie, is there something you need?"

Mrs. Huang glanced at her and asked coolly, "How is your resignation coming along?"

Yan Xixi stammered, "Well... the procedures will take some time..."

Mrs. Huang put down her coffee cup and sneered, "I don’t think you have any intention of resigning at all, do you?"

"..."

"You spent seven or eight days of the New Year holiday shacking up with Wan Donglin, feigning compliance with your resignation. Yan Xixi, you never intended to marry Xiaojue, did you?"

A rush of blood surged to her head.

It felt as if someone had slapped her hard across the face.

"You’re full of lies! You spent New Year’s with your benefactor, got shamelessly beaten up by him, and then lied, saying you fell."

She retorted in a low voice, "I wasn’t there to accompany him! He kidnapped me! Xiaojue knows all about this..."

"Ha! Not accompanying him? A man and a woman, alone for seven or eight days—were you two just chatting? Yan Xixi, what utter nonsense are you spouting? If you weren’t ready to be at his beck and call, would he have gifted you an entire boutique? Would any man spend that kind of money on you if he wasn’t after your body? Do you really think we’re all three-year-olds?"

Yan Xixi was furious, but she suppressed the bitter anger in her chest. "I’ve already returned the shop to him. I haven’t used a single cent from it. Xiaojue knows all of this..."

"Xiaojue knows! Xiaojue knows! If Xiaojue knows, it just means he’s willing to be cuckolded for life! What a disgrace to our ancestors..."

Yan Xixi was stunned.

She had always known Mrs. Huang disliked her, but she never realized the aversion ran this deep. When a woman is being cruel to another woman, her words are truly the sharpest—each one like a knife.

"Yan Xixi, listen carefully. We know everything about your past. We’re willing to overlook it for Xiaojue’s sake. However, you must resign immediately, stay at home quietly, and never show your face in public again. Otherwise, I will absolutely not allow you to marry into the Huang Family."

She rose and left, not staying a moment longer.

Yan Xixi didn’t see her out, just stared blankly as her figure receded into the distance. Mrs. Huang definitely came here just to pick a fight. Using the resignation as an excuse, she’s trying to force me into a corner. Even if I obediently resign, she’ll undoubtedly come up with endless other reasons and tactics.

She flipped open the calendar, watching the confirmed wedding date draw closer day by day. Only now, for the first time, am I actually considering the feasibility of this marriage.

Huang Xiaojue called, his voice full of laughter. "Xixi, do you know what day it is today?"

She subconsciously asked, "What day?"

"Come straight to the XX Restaurant after work."

She asked in surprise, "You’re back already?"

"I’m still at the airport. I expect I’ll get to the XX Hotel around the same time you do."