750 The Knitted Sweater That He Saw

Xiamu Qingyan didn't hear Xirong Ziye's answer, so she asked again, "Ziye, are you still there?"

Xirong Ziye's expression froze as waves of loneliness rippled through his heart. He answered, "Yes, I am. How did you know that?"

Xiamu Qingyan could tell the apparent displeasure in Xirong Ziye's tone. Her heart trembled, and she hurriedly lowered her voice to reply in a soft voice, "I heard my girl friends talk about it today. They said that you have another villa in the White House and that you probably didn't want to bring me there. I refused to listen to them because I know that you treat me very well. Their words don't hurt me."

Hearing those gentle words, Xirong Ziye finally heaved a sigh of relief. He was worried that Xiamu Qingyan had found out about Bao Yaoyao.

After a while, he said, "Don't talk to those friends in the future. You'll become the First Lady very soon and will be different from them."

After hearing those words, Xiamu Qingyan answered obediently, "Yes, I'll listen to you."

Men loved it when their women obeyed their instructions, and Xirong Ziye was no different to them. His expression became happier as he said, "If you really want to go, I'll take you there."

Hearing those words, Xiamu Qingyan felt relieved. After ending the call, she tightened her grip on her phone as a sinister glint flashed across her eyes. As long as Xirong Ziye agreed to take her to the White House, it meant that she was special to him. She would definitely erase every single trace that that other woman had left.

Deep down, Xiamu Qingyan was extremely pleased. She was greedy, and since Xirong Ziye had let go of the other woman and chosen her instead, it implied that she had won. However, little did she know that her petty tricks would backfire against her.

With the mention of the White House during the conversation, it was all that Xirong Ziye thought about. He was reminded of Bai Yaoyao, and how she had cooked and waited for him while she was there.

He had trapped her in that villa, making her feel as though she was locked up in a golden cage. However, she still did many things for him willingly. He knew how she felt towards him, but he…

Xirong Ziye couldn't think of anything more beyond that. He had once wished to selfishly keep Bai Yaoyao by his side, neglecting her feelings and treating her as his mistress. Now, he finally realized that regardless of how selfish he was, there was no way he could hold her back.

Looking at the sky outside, he suddenly wanted to return to the White House, even though he knew that Bai Yaoyao was no longer there.

Despite being monitored by the Xiamu family, he still secretly sent his subordinates to search for her. Bai Yaoyao seemed to have vanished into thin air, and he never heard from her ever again. Even the car that she took that day was difficult to identify and track. He had no idea where she went.

The tremendous sense of helplessness that he was currently experiencing helped him realize that he didn't hold enough authority as the president. In reality, he wielded a great deal of power, but he had no clue that the one helping Bai Yaoyao was the young master of the Black Dragon Gang. If the Black Dragon Gang were to protect and hide someone, no one would be able to dig out any information about that person.

That night, Xirong Ziye arrived at the White House.

The servants were alarmed since they never expected the president to come and pay a visit. They thought that after Miss Bai left, the President wouldn't come anymore.

All of them bowed at Xirong Ziye respectfully as they waited for his instructions.

Xirong Ziye waved his hand and said, "Clean this place properly. Go get busy now!" Even now, he didn't want any of the items to be moved at all. He wanted to keep them in their original state, making him feel as though Bai Yaoyao was still around.

Xirong Ziye paced around the villa. Bai Yaoyao's presence could no longer be felt in this place, and it made his heart feel empty and hurt.

When he stepped inside the bedroom, he noticed a knitted sweater at the side. Stunned, his hands trembled as he picked it up. Realizing the size of it, his heart shivered. Could Bai Yaoyao have knitted this for him?