My Toxic Ex-Wife: BOSS, Stay Away！-Chapter 730: Spin-off Nine: You Are My Only Without Regrets

Chapter 730: Spin-off Nine: You Are My Only Without Regrets

The first encounter between Lin Yixun and I was on a sunny and breezy afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, the sky was clear, and the weather was exquisite.

However, my heart was not warmed by this autumn sunlight, instead, it felt even colder, as today was the death anniversary of my parents. Fifteen years ago on this day, they were killed by someone they trusted the most, leaving me lonely and unprotected ever since.

"Boss, should we have lunch or go back to the hotel first?" the driver asked.

I glanced at my watch and turned to look out of the window. The car happened to pass by a square lined with tall ginkgo trees on both sides. The ginkgo leaves glowed golden under the sunny sky, and the scene was quite beautiful.

So, I asked the driver to stop the car by the square. I got out and strolled among the ginkgo trees.

Stepping on the soft ginkgo leaves, I walked forward slowly, memories of camping with my parents during my childhood flooded my mind.

"Daddy Feng, tie the hammock rope higher. No, not like that. Hey, why did you get it wrong again? How can you be so clumsy?"

The scenes from those days seemed vivid and fresh. I couldn’t help but smile. Who would have thought that the formidable head of the Feng family, a man who was so influential both in the underworld and the legitimate world, would be so helpless against his wife’s demands and criticisms?

These were my parents. In my memory, they never argued; they were always sweet with each other, just like when they were in love.

Sometimes, even I envied them. How could they be so happy?

The past felt like smoke, and my expression turned somber. Though my parents passed away young, it was undeniable that they lived a happy and joyful life.

But what about me?

I chuckled self-deprecatingly. Maybe people like me could never attain happiness.

"Sir, do you need flowers?" At that moment, a flower seller approached me.

Instinctively, I glanced at the flower seller and asked, "Do you have carnations?"

"Yes, do you want to give them to your mother?" the flower seller asked.

I nodded.

"Did you used to give carnations to your mother before?"

"Yes." I felt slightly impatient. Why was this flower seller so chatty?

Just then, the flower seller’s face lit up with a bright smile.

"If you used to always give carnations, I suggest you change it up. Repeatedly giving the same type of flower might make your mother aesthetically tired."

I stared at her, unsure of what to say. I started to examine her closely; she looked quite good, especially her eyes, which were big and bright, making one’s heart flutter unexpectedly.

"Then what do you think I should give?" Even I couldn’t believe I was asking a flower seller for advice.

"What kind of flowers did your mother like?"

"She liked lilies." In my memory, my mother always placed a bouquet of lilies in the living room.

"Since your mother liked lilies, give her lilies. Maybe it will make her very happy."

"Will she be happy?" I muttered to myself softly.

"She definitely will." The flower seller smiled, her eyes forming crescents.

Surprisingly, my gloomy mood lifted. I took a wad of cash from my wallet and handed it to her, "I want all the flowers you have."

Actually, I only needed lilies, but I bought all her flowers. As to why, even I couldn’t explain.

The flower seller took the money from my hand but only pulled out a few bills and returned the rest to me, smiling, "No need for so much. I’ll give you a discount and only charge you four hundred."

She smiled insistently, despite clearly having the chance to pocket the extra money, she didn’t. Her reason was, "I don’t like taking advantage of people."

In this world, too many people want to take advantage of others, and many desire to gain without effort or take more than their share. Her insistence on only taking what was rightfully hers was indeed surprising.

I didn’t press further. Everyone has their own life principles; she had hers, so why should I break them?

Taking the flowers from her, I gave her a deep look before leaving, "What’s your name?"

Even I was surprised by my question. I was always aloof and had little interest in women. It was the first time I wanted to know someone’s name.

The flower seller looked surprised but then smiled at me, "My name is Lin Yixun."

Lin Yixun?

I slowly retracted my gaze, my lips curling into a smile. How interesting.

I thought this was just a chance encounter, believing I would never cross paths with this woman again. Who knew four years later, I would meet her once more? This time, she had a different face and a new identity. At first, I didn’t recognize her, but she still left a profound impression on me.

Never did I imagine that someone as cautious as myself would one day fall to a seemingly powerless woman. She was terrified to death, yet she stubbornly held onto a hairpin, pressing it against my carotid artery.

"Make your dog stop!"

"No one in this world dares to command me. You are the first." This woman broke into my villa and had the guts to threaten me. She certainly had some nerve.

"There’s always a first time for everything. Today, I will set this precedent. Let your dog go, or I will plunge this hairpin in!"

"Really? Do you think you have the strength to pierce my artery?" I found it amusing. Did she really think she could take me hostage with her meager skills? She was too naive.

Taking advantage of her distraction, I effortlessly disarmed her, knocking the hairpin to the ground, and then captured her.

"Let them go, and take my life." I was surprised. She was in a dire situation herself but still wanted to save others. People are generally selfish, especially in such circumstances. Many would choose to sacrifice others to save themselves. But this woman once again made me see her in a new light.

I thought, maybe I could keep her, but I needed a reason not to kill her.

"You have one minute to give me a reason not to kill you." I decided to give her a chance; it was up to her to convince me.

After some thought, she finally said with difficulty, "I can... I can do computers. Not only can I do it, but I’m also proficient. If needed, I can be your hacker."

Raising an intrigued eyebrow, I ultimately spared her life.

Keeping her wasn’t because of her hacking skills, but because in my thirty years of life, I had seen too many people cower, but never had I seen a woman be so bold in front of me. I had also never been outsmarted by a woman, but she was the first.