That day, when Yan Xixi went back, Wan Donglin had unexpectedly already left. Yan Xixi heaved a great sigh of relief, slumping onto the sofa and struggling to catch her breath for a while.
She went to her room for a careful look. There was nothing extra on the dressing table, nor in the cloakroom. In other words, this time, he hadn't brought back any gifts at all.
In this line of work, the greatest skill was to be perceptive—a man no longer giving you gifts was a sign the relationship was about to end.
She was anxious, yet very much looking forward to it.
She had long desired for it to end.
Previously, without a Zhou Ting in the picture, it might have been manageable. As Xu Xiaoya said, there was no risk of being slapped by the actual wife. But once there was, this became a high-risk profession—she had to completely end this terrible relationship before Wan Donglin got married. Otherwise, if her body was dumped in the wilderness one day, there would be no one to even collect it.
