A second chance with my billionaire husband

He has to think of a way to quickly notify the young miss.

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"President Ruan, I have failed you, the person got away," Zhu Qing said with a face full of guilt.

Ruan Songxi paused his hand from flipping through the documents, slightly frowning, he glanced up at Zhu Qing, who quickly lowered his head.

"Got away?" The two light words inexplicably made Zhu Qing’s heart skip a beat.

He knew well how ruthless the heart of this man could be under his unrestrained exterior, otherwise, he couldn’t have overthrown Ruan Wencheng and secured the position of chairman of the Ruan Group.

"Our people nearly caught him, but who knew he was so cunning? He jumped onto a passing car and escaped. But rest assured, I have already sent someone to track that car, and we will capture him as soon as possible."

"He’s like a mad dog now, you never know when he’ll jump out and bite someone, and you tell me he got away?" The man tossed the document aside, slowly leaned back into the chair, and looked calmly at Zhu Qing standing in front of him with a deep gaze.

"Now, I’m beginning to doubt your ability to handle things."

Zhu Qing’s heart jumped, he bit his lip, and said firmly, "Please, President Ruan, give me another chance, this time I will definitely catch him myself."

"Alright, then I will give you another chance. If you can’t do it, someone else will take your place."

"Alright, you may go now."

Ruan Songxi waved his hand, and Zhu Qing quickly withdrew.

Staring at the documents in front of him, Ruan Songxi’s gaze gradually deepened, his fists clenched, and a quick flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes.

Three days later, Yun Ya’s health was much better, and after several meetings with Doctor Zhou, the surgical plan was finalized.

She would be the chief surgeon, Doctor Zhou the first assistant, and Xiao Xu the second assistant, with the surgery scheduled for two days later.

Xiao Xu was overjoyed to learn that he could personally assist Dr. Nyx in the surgery, even as the second assistant, it was more exciting than winning a fifty million grand prize, something he could brag about for a lifetime.

Zhuang Xiyue would make delicious food for Yun Ya every day, watching Yun Ya remain gentle and quiet as always, but she clearly felt something different.

Yun Ya quietly drank her porridge, Yan Song sat silently on the couch in the living room, his back straight, lashes slightly lowered, his handsome face serious and cold, intimidating to behold.

The entire hospital room’s atmosphere had a strangely silent deadness.

"Aunt Zhuang, I’m full," Yun Ya softly spoke up.

Zhuang Xiyue took the bowl from her and tucked her in, "Then rest well, in two days it’ll be the surgery, conserve your energy."

Obediently closing her eyes, Yun Ya appeared so gentle and pitiful that Zhuang Xiyue felt a mix of tenderness and heartache.

Zhuang Xiyue packed up the lunch box in her hands, then walked over to Yan Song, glared at him, and said in a low voice, "You, come out with me."

Yan Song pressed his lips together, instinctively turned to glance at Yun Ya, a flash of pain crossing his eyes, and got up to follow Zhuang Xiyue out.

After closing the hospital room door, they walked a bit farther, ensuring there was no one around, Zhuang Xiyue suddenly turned around, looking at him coldly, "Spill it, what’s going on between you and Yun Ya?"

Yan Song remained expressionless, his tone indifferent, "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Don’t play dumb with me, think I can’t see it, huh? You two haven’t said a word to each other for three days, did you upset Yun Ya? If you don’t give me a proper explanation, I’ll, I’ll beat you." The more Zhuang Xiyue spoke, the angrier she got, hitting Yan Song’s arm with the lunch box she was holding.

The lunch box was made of iron, hard in texture, and quite painful to be hit with, yet Yan Song didn’t flinch, his expression unchanged.

Zhuang Xiyue regretted hitting him immediately, her heart aching for her son, but seeing his face unmoved, still so cold, she pointed at his nose in anger, "Yun Ya, despite being sick, is performing surgery on your aunt. You not only don’t care for her but make her angry. How did I end up with such a cold-hearted son?"

Cold-hearted...

Yan Song’s gaze deepened, his thin lips tightly pressed, standing coldly in place.

Zhuang Xiyue took a breath and said in a deep voice, "Go apologize to Yun Ya right now, and make up with her. What disagreement can’t you talk over well? Yun Ya is a good girl, don’t let her suffer, or mom won’t forgive you."

Yan Song frowned slightly, "Our matters are none of your business."

Leaving those words behind, he turned and left.

Not giving an inch of face.

Zhuang Xiyue watched him walk away with disbelief, her hand on her forehead. What’s with this attitude?

Surely they had a fight, the little punk; Yun Ya is such a good girl, how could he bear to hurt her?

Zhuang Xiyue worried herself gray over this.

Yan Song pushed open the hospital room door and went in. Yun Ya had her back to the door, seemingly asleep.

Yan Song sighed, taking slow steps to the bedside, and gazing down at her intently, "I know you’re mad at me, angry that I kept things from you. If you’re upset, you can take it out on me, but you can’t ignore me."

He lay down beside her, an arm slipping around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, holding her so tightly it seemed he wanted to meld her into his bones.

Nuzzling against her, his voice low and tender, "Yun Ya, don’t ignore me, your silence makes me anxious...."

Yun Ya bit her lip hard, tears shimmering in her eyes, yet she refused to let them fall.

"I shouldn’t have lied to you... I’m sorry, I didn’t consider your feelings, I was too selfish... Yun Ya, please don’t ignore me, okay?" The man’s humble plea finally brought tears from Yun Ya, she suddenly turned and threw herself into his arms, the tears wetting his clothes, searing his heart.

"Brother Yan, why are you so foolish?" Yun Ya sobbed, "Why are you apologizing, when it’s me who should apologize, I brought disaster to you, brought you pain...."

"Don’t ever say that." The next moment, Yan Song silenced her with a kiss.

That lonely, wavering heart, in his passionate tenderness, finally surrendered completely.

The fears, insecurities, sensitivities, and fear of the future were all melted away by the man’s lingering and entrancing kiss.

——

Liang Wenwan was very busy during these three days and had no time to pay attention to Lady Liang and Liang Wenrou. When she finished her work and thought of them, she dialed a number.

"Hello, is this the young miss?" The lowered voice of the maid came through the phone.

"Has anything happened at home recently?"

The maid, knowing in her heart that she was asking whether the lady and the second miss had stirred up trouble, responded honestly, "The lady hasn’t left her room since coming back three days ago, food is delivered to her room, I felt something was off and was just about to call you, it’s a coincidence you called."

"The second miss hasn’t returned since that day, and I’ve noticed something strange, she didn’t take her luggage...."

Liang Wenwan frowned deeply, what happened in the three days she wasn’t here?

"Where’s Xiao Wu?"

"It’s strange, the lady came back alone that day, Xiao Wu hasn’t appeared for these three days. I thought he requested leave for the lady, as his wife is about to give birth...."

Liang Wenwan finally realized something was wrong, "Keep a close eye on things, I’m coming back right now."

When Liang Wenwan arrived home, the maid Xiao Hong was waiting for her in the living room, "Young miss, you’re finally back."

Liang Wenwan tossed her bag to her, then headed upstairs, knocking on Lady Liang’s door, "Mom, I’m back to see you."

What scheme are those two up to now?