A second chance with my billionaire husband

"Miaomiao, eat more vegetables, they’re good for your health." Yun Ya placed a chopstick of greens into Yun Miao’s bowl with a gentle smile, "Okay, you eat too."

This was so saccharine that Yan Song bit his chopsticks audibly.

Zhang Huasheng chuckled quietly, feeling that these siblings are a bit too close. He gave Yan Song a sympathetic look.

But considering the hardships the siblings had been through, he understood. Only they could truly empathize with each other’s pain, no outsider’s comfort could compare to their shared experiences.

Yun Miao ate elegantly and gracefully, truly looking as picturesque as a painting, especially with the warm and noble aura matching that of Yun Ya.

Yun Miao noticed Yan Song’s grim expression from the corner of her eye, her eyebrows raised slightly — as if he could easily win over his little sister. Things weren’t that simple.

When women marry, they suffer much more than men. In her era, a woman’s fate was always dependent on a man. That era was a tragedy in itself for women. In the current times, she understood society to be much more open-minded and tolerant towards women. Men and women were born equal, and monogamous marriages truly achieved love.

Even with marriage freedom and an improvement in women’s status, inherent weaknesses still leave women passive in love and marriage. Yan Song is too domineering and assertive; Yun Ya’s temperament is prone to suffering, she might need to consider carefully.

"Miaomiao, after dinner, let’s go home together." Yun Ya softly suggested.

She looked at the young man in front of her, thinking perhaps she was overthinking it. In her countless imaginations, Miaomiao was meant to be such an extraordinary young man.

Gentle, elegant, noble.

A matchless aura that no one could replicate, that’s her Miaomiao.

Yun Ya smiled slightly, perhaps fate finally opened its eyes, allowing Miaomiao to awaken from her slumber.

Yun Miao smiled back and nodded in agreement, "Okay."

Suddenly, Yan Song’s chopsticks dropped to the ground. Yun Ya hurriedly lifted her eyes, seeing Yan Song’s hand clutching his arm, his face pale, eyebrows furrowed as if suppressing immense pain.

Yun Ya stood up in concern, went around to his side, "Brother Yan, what’s wrong?"

Yun Miao glanced at him darkly, pretending, keep pretending...

Yan Song suddenly grasped Yun Ya’s arm, murmuring, "It’s nothing...."

Yun Ya lifted his sleeve and saw the veins on his arm bulging, terrifyingly gruesome, "How did this happen?"

Unable to feel his pulse, watching as Yan Song leaned against her, Yun Ya called out to Zhang Huasheng, "Master, what’s wrong with him?"

Zhang Huasheng coughed, "Seems to be an external injury, but it’s strange there’s no visible wound. Carry him back to the room, I’ll check him more thoroughly."

Yun Ya hurriedly supported Yan Song; Yan Song held onto Yun Ya’s shoulder, walking step by step towards the room, before entering, he glanced back at Yun Miao.

A smirk on his lips, laced with mockery.

With a snap, the chopsticks in Yun Miao’s hand broke in response.

"I can’t diagnose it either; you know his condition, even if there’s an issue, we can’t identify it. He does seem in extreme pain and not pretending. Put some ice packs on his arm, see if it helps," Zhang Huasheng said.

Zhang Huasheng glanced at the man lying on the large bed, raising an eyebrow.

I can only help you this far.

Yun Ya quickly fetched ice, going back and forth in the living room while Yun Miao sat there quietly. His sister, who was supposed to be cherished, instead busied herself for another man, and a light acidity rose in his heart.

Yun Ya focused on Yan Song, forgetting Yun Miao for now, placing ice on Yan Song’s arm where his veins bulged. Slowly Yan Song’s pain eased, Yun Ya began to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead. Abruptly, her wrist was grasped, Yun Ya paused, and the handkerchief dropped.

Yan Song’s long arm wrapped around, Yun Ya fell against his chest. Before she could react, Yan Song flipped her underneath him, the intense male presence overwhelmed her, seizing all her breath.

Every word was sealed in that kiss until Yun Ya was dizzy with the kiss, and only then did Yan Song finally release her. Yun Ya wiped her mouth, glaring at him with a seductive glance that caused Yan Song’s throat to tighten, his gaze instantly deepening.

"Are you feeling better?" Yun Ya gave him a light push. Yan Song on top of her, remained motionless.