A second chance with my billionaire husband

Zhuang Fanxing lowered her gaze and smiled. That serene smile seemed like a silent mockery. Huang Wenqing’s face showed a touch of embarrassment as she coldly said, "Can you still laugh now? But with what I’m about to say, I doubt you’ll be laughing anymore."

Zhuang Fanxing’s state of mind had reached a level where she believed nothing in this world could make her lose composure. She could calmly accept any sudden blow, even facing death with poise.

But her self-assured calmness was utterly shattered by Huang Wenqing’s next words, revealing that she had been self-deceiving all along.

"Fu Siting." Huang Wenqing spat out a name, and Zhuang Fanxing’s eyelashes quivered slightly like butterfly wings.

Huang Wenqing’s lips curled with venomous amusement, determined that if she couldn’t have it easy, no one else would either.

"This name shouldn’t be unfamiliar to you. After all, he was once your lover. But it’s a pity; this man betrayed you and chose to marry another woman, completely abandoning you. How does it feel to be abandoned? Is it heart-wrenching? Even if you’re a successful woman, it still can’t win the wholehearted love of the man you cherish."

Reflecting on the past, Zhuang Fanxing closed her eyes, her voice carrying a hint of coldness: "Did he tell you?"

"What difference does it make if he did or didn’t? It doesn’t change the fact that you are a failed woman, doomed to be abandoned from start to finish." Huang Wenqing laughed, her sharp laughter laced with malice and mockery.

Zhuang Fanxing closed her eyes, sitting quietly as if she hadn’t heard a single word.

This indifferent demeanor completely infuriated Huang Wenqing, who sneered, "Then let me tell you another secret. Actually—" Huang Wenqing leaned in close to Zhuang Fanxing, whispering in her ear, "Fu Siting never betrayed you. He was truly a devoted man. Unfortunately, he was so unlucky to have set his eyes on the same woman as that person. Three years of pursuit without results; even a steadfast person couldn’t endure...."

Zhuang Fanxing abruptly opened her eyes, a fierce murderous intent flashing that startled Huang Wenqing.

She enunciated each word: "Repeat what you just said."

Huang Wenqing squinted her eyes, sneering, "So pitiful, only now learning the truth. It’s sad that you’ve even become married to your enemy, bearing him children...."

"Ruan Wencheng?" Zhuang Fanxing’s calm voice carried a chilling killer intent.

Huang Wenqing’s heart skipped a beat. She steadied her mood slightly, raising an eyebrow: "Fu Siting was truly a devoted man, unwilling to leave you until the end, completely prompting Ruan Wencheng’s murderous intent. The Ruan Family, with wealth and connections, found it incredibly easy to deal with a young entrepreneur abroad with no background. Did you know? Upon hearing of your marriage to Ruan Wencheng, that man clutched a newspaper and died coughing up blood. Listen, how touching...."

Zhuang Fanxing closed her eyes again, as if pierced by countless arrows. Her hands clutched the quilt beneath her tightly, her knuckles turning ashen.

No, this can’t be true...

Yet deep inside, another voice tells her that Siting wouldn’t betray her...

What has she been doing all these years?

Stagnant and self-destructive, Zhuang Fanxing, you pride yourself on being aloof, but in reality, you’re the biggest fool. You chose to believe he betrayed you, lacking the courage to confront him face to face. Is this your pride, your arrogance? Absolutely laughable.

Huang Wenqing watched Zhuang Fanxing’s face change dramatically, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Just then, the phone rang. Huang Wenqing answered the call.

Zhuang Fanxing suddenly lunged and snatched the phone from her, the sharpness of her voice unsettling.

"Ruan Wencheng, is what she said true?"

——

Yun Ya woke up from a nap, still feeling a bit groggy. From downstairs, the sound of music flowed up. Yun Ya, draping a coat over her shoulders, walked to the window and saw a boy in white playing the violin in the garden. In the sunlight, he appeared elegant and radiant. The notes seemed to dance from his eyebrows, captivating enough to make one reluctant to look away.

Yan Ke resembled Aunt Zhuang more. As he grew older, he would attract countless girls to madness. Both brothers were exceptional.

Yan Ke finished the piece and, sensing a gaze, turned his head. Seeing Yun Ya at the window, he immediately waved excitedly.

No matter how much he grew, he was always that lively and mischievous boy in front of her.

Yun Ya pressed her lips into a smile, but when she thought of Brother Yan, her brows furrowed slightly.

His phone was out of service, causing Yun Ya to feel uneasy. As she descended from the second floor, Uncle Chen walked over respectfully: "Miss, should I prepare lunch?"

Yun Ya shook her head: "No, I’m going to the hospital to see Aunt."

At that moment, the sound of a car engine came from outside, followed shortly by Zhuang Xiyue and Yan Ke entering together. After asking Yun Ya a few questions, Zhuang Xiyue immediately went into the kitchen.

Pumpkin porridge is easy to make and can be done in a short time. Soon, Zhuang Xiyue poured the ready porridge into a thermos and said to Yun Ya sitting in the living room: "I set aside a portion of pumpkin porridge for you. It won’t taste good if it gets cold. I worry about your aunt being alone in the hospital and need to get back quickly. You two stay home and be good."

Yun Ya stood up: "Aunt Zhuang, I’ll go with you."

Zhuang Xiyue considered Yun Ya’s health, wanting her to rest at home, but seeing the determined look in her eyes, she said: "Alright, let’s hurry. When I left, Lady Liang and Wan’er were visiting my sister. I trust Wan’er, but that Lady Liang...." Zhuang Xiyue frowned.

Aunt Zhuang was a person of great integrity and never spoke ill of others. Her frowning at the mention of Lady Liang suggested that the woman was indeed untrustworthy.

"I’ll go with you both." Yan Ke stood up and said.

The three of them hurried to the hospital.

The traffic was surprisingly good today. What usually took more than ten minutes only took a few minutes today. They arrived smoothly at the hospital, with Yun Ya and Yan Ke flanking Zhuang Xiyue. They walked into the inpatient department lobby, which was crowded and chaotic. Suddenly, Zhuang Xiyue felt a bit agitated, perhaps because it was too hot, and couldn’t resist wiping her forehead with her sleeve.

Entering the VIP elevator, Zhuang Xiyue suddenly grabbed Yun Ya’s hand, and Yun Ya was puzzled by how cold her hand was: "Aunt Zhuang, what’s wrong?"

Zhuang Xiyue pressed a hand to her chest: "I don’t know. I just suddenly feel anxious. Could something be wrong...."

Yun Ya frowned, wrapping her arms around Zhuang Xiyue’s shoulders, speaking softly: "Maybe it’s just the heat. Unaccustomed biological reactions. The weather here is generally humid and hot, which is hard for most people to adapt to. Tonight, Yan Ke and I can do the night watch. You should go home and have a good rest."

Zhuang Xiyue wiped the sweat from her forehead, holding onto Yun Ya’s hand: "You come back with me. Yan Ke can keep watch tonight. Ah Song and Song Xi should be back by then too."

As they spoke, the elevator arrived, and the three stepped out in turn.

Two bodyguards stood diligently at the entrance of the ward. Seeing the three approach, they nodded respectfully.

"Nothing has happened, right?" Zhuang Xiyue asked.

One of the bodyguards replied dutifully: "Nothing. Lady Liang has been in the ward the whole time. Miss Liang went out for a while and just returned."