The man pressed his thin lips tightly together and fell into silence for a long ti. Finally, he spoke in a low voice, "We will return ho the day after tomorrow."
"As for your mother..." The man turned his gaze to Lin Yixun’s profile, "Don’t worry, I won’t appear in front of her before your father is released from prison."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yixun felt a slight relief in her heart. Deep down, she was indeed afraid that Yixiu would insist on eting her mother, but co to think of it, there was no need for Yixiu to et her mother.
What benefactor would go to see the family of his mistress?
However, he said he wouldn’t et her mother before her father was released from prison, so what happens after her father is released?
Lin Yixun did not delve into the aning behind Yixiu’s words. His wedding with Cheng Ying was already scheduled and would take place this year, while her father wouldn’t be released until next year. Therefore, no matter what he ant, it had nothing to do with her.
Considering Yixiu’s current attitude towards her, as long as she didn’t provoke him or make her own life miserable, he was still sowhat kind to her and didn’t do anything too extre, at most occasionally taking advantage of her.
Hope suddenly sprouted in Lin Yixun’s heart. As long as she was careful before Yixiu got married and didn’t anger him, perhaps she could escape unscathed.
With this thought, Lin Yixun’s mood brightened. So much so that the next day when Yixiu suggested taking her to London City, she didn’t resist or oppose.
It was her first ti in England, and since she was here, visiting the England Capital was a good choice. Although the traffic regulations in Britain were different from those back ho, with cars driving on the left, Yixiu was quite adept at driving.
Their first stop was Buckingham Palace, the residence of the Queen of England. When the Queen isn’t inside, tourists can visit. But today, they were unlucky, as the Queen was there.
However, even from a distance, viewing Buckingham Palace was a remarkable experience. Western architecture differs from Chinese architecture, being low-key yet grand, standing firm through history with a profound historical essence.
"How about a photo?" Yixiu suggested.
"Sure." Lin Yixun readily agreed, forgetting that she was with Yixiu.
Yixiu asked a passing tourist for help and handed over his cara. Only then did Lin Yixun realize that Yixiu ant a picture of both of them.
She thought of refusing but it was too late. The man had already co behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and drawing her into his embrace. Lin Yixun looked down at the arm around her waist, instinctively wanting to break free, but then she thought of her impending freedom and gave up.
At the mont she lifted her gaze, the passerby pressed the shutter, capturing the mont with the magnificent Buckingham Palace in the background, the clear southern sky, and her and Yixiu.
The man took the cara back from the passerby, glanced at the photo on the screen, and raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, seemingly very pleased.
He looked at Lin Yixun and asked, "Do you want to see it too?"
"No, thanks."
A trace of sadness flickered in the man’s eyes but disappeared quickly. He stepped forward, took Lin Yixun’s hand, and walked towards the broad streets of London.
The warmth of the man’s palm gradually seeped into Lin Yixun’s hand, but for so reason, she found the 37-degree temperature sowhat burning.
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