A second chance with my billionaire husband

Ruan Songxi is now in Hong Kong, practically calling the shots; offending anyone is risky, but it’s inadvisable to offend this man. Weighing the importance of sales against work, and even life, the reporters quickly assessed the pros and cons and made their choice.

Yan Ke curiously asked, "Will those reporters secretly photograph us? I don’t want to be on the headlines."

Ruan Songxi chuckled: "No, they wouldn’t dare." This statement was made with absolute confidence.

Yan Ke laughed: "Cousin is indeed formidable." He turned his head and glared at his elder brother, but the other person completely ignored him.

Liang Wenrou witnessed everything earlier, watching as the group swiftly vanished from the airport, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"That person... If I’m not mistaken, must be the president of Ruan Group, Ruan Songxi."

Lau Xiang withdrew her gaze and nodded, "That’s right, who would’ve thought the person we saw on the plane has such close ties with Ruan Songxi..."

Thinking of something, she turned to glance at Liang Wenrou: "Isn’t Ruan Songxi engaged to your elder sister? He’s supposed to be your future brother-in-law."

Liang Wenrou frowned slightly, inconspicuously responding with "Hm," then glanced again in the direction where the group left, a trace of thought flashing through her eyes. Before reporters gathered around, she quickly lowered her hat brim and left the airport.

Arriving at the hospital, the group headed toward Zhuang Fanxing’s ward. At the elevator entrance, they encountered someone looking down, who accidentally bumped into Yan Ke. That person quietly said sorry and quickly hurried toward the staircase.

Yan Ke patted his sleeve, "This person is quite odd..."

Ruan Songxi turned to look at the hurried figure’s back, his brows furrowing tightly. Realizing something, his complexion changed drastically as he pursued, yet the corridor was already empty.

"Cousin, what’s wrong?" Yan Ke asked.

Ruan Songxi’s expression had already returned to calm, "Nothing." He began walking forward with steps noticeably swifter than before.

Yan Song observed everything, tightly holding Yun Ya’s hand.

"Mom." Ruan Songxi entered without knocking on the door and saw Zhuang Fanxing sitting peacefully on the hospital bed, smiling at him; he secretly exhaled in relief.

He didn’t notice Zhuang Fanxing’s hand tightly clenched under the quilt, the pallid knuckles slightly twitching.

Nor did he notice her slightly disheveled hair and collar, skillfully concealed by Zhuang Fanxing’s other hand.

"Xi’er, what brings you here at this time?"

"Was he just here?" Ruan Songxi didn’t realize how much anger was in his eyes when he asked this, almost gnashing his teeth.

The smile on Zhuang Fanxing’s face faltered for a moment; she responded, "What are you talking about?"

Ruan Songxi clenched his fist, "Mom, I just saw him. Even turned to ash, I’d recognize him; he has the audacity to come? What did he say to you?"

Zhuang Fanxing shook her head with a smile, "Nothing, don’t overthink it."

Ruan Songxi wanted to say more, but hearing footsteps approaching the door, he swallowed his words, deciding to find a better opportunity later. Thinking of that man, a trace of murderous intent swiftly crossed his eyes.

Unexpectedly, he dared to come to the hospital to see Mom; he doesn’t know what’s good for him. Looks like I’ll need to deploy more personnel at the hospital; it’s risky. He’s currently devoid of anything and might act rashly; caution is necessary, it was negligent of me earlier not anticipating his appearance.

If that’s the case, he shouldn’t blame me for being ruthless.

The room door opened, and Yan Ke rushed in first, "Aunt!"

He immediately pounced over to give Zhuang Fanxing a warm hug, snuggling affectionately, using the same spoiled charm tactic aimed at Zhuang Xiyue, which Zhuang Fanxing clearly enjoyed, embracing him with a loving smile, "Little Gege, Aunt’s darling..."

"Aunt, I really missed you." Yan Ke, thinking of this gentle and loving woman’s tragic fate and her current severe illness, couldn’t help but tear up. Aunt has always cherished him, and Yan Ke, who grew up in a happy family, rarely faced bereavement, feeling slightly distressed.

"Aunt missed you too; let Aunt see if you’ve grown taller."

Yan Ke stood up, tall and proud, nearly equal to Ruan Songxi. His cheerful and sunny smile made Zhuang Fanxing nod in comfort, "Good."

Yan Song and Yun Ya subsequently entered, greeting Zhuang Fanxing. Seeing Yan Song and Yun Ya, Zhuang Fanxing’s smile never faded. Watching this, Ruan Songxi’s own smile grew warmer; his mother hadn’t been this happy in a long time.