A second chance with my billionaire husband

Wenrou knew her mother was trying to comfort her, but she still preferred to deceive herself rather than think about it.

"Look, where is he now?" Outside the restroom facing the garden, the trees and grass were lush, flowers in clusters, although the sun was harsh, the shade provided some coolness. Many patients and family members were walking under the trees, while doctors and nurses hurriedly walked past.

Wenrou carefully scanned around, shook her head: "No one."

Lady Liang thought for a moment and said: "Let’s just head home for today; I’ll have someone investigate carefully later."

"Why didn’t you ask Lady Ruan just now? It was such a good opportunity." Wenrou complained.

"That woman is very shrewd. You saw her face change when I mentioned her little nephew; if I kept asking, wouldn’t she drive us out? It’s not worth annoying her. Be patient, and I’ll make sure to investigate thoroughly later."

Thinking of this made Lady Liang a bit angry. Who does she think she is? Just a woman abandoned by a man, if it weren’t for her impressive son, who knows how miserable her situation would be now, and she still dares to act superior in front of me.

Lady Liang would never admit that she was jealous.

"You must hide it from your sister; otherwise, with her nature, she definitely won’t agree, understand?" As they walked out of the restroom, Lady Liang instructed carefully.

Wenrou nodded obediently, she also didn’t want her sister to know.

As they returned, Liang Wenwan raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Shall we go?"

"Well... Wan’er, you’re busy with work, my sister and I will just take a taxi back, you can go ahead."

"To bring you both to see Aunt Zhuang, I specifically moved this morning’s meeting to the afternoon. It’s still early now; there’s plenty of time to take you home and have a meal, Mom, are you being polite with me?"

Looking at Liang Wenwan’s sincere and bright eyes, Lady Liang was speechless, feeling as though she had been seen through, awkwardly moving her head away.

Liang Wenwan smiled with curled lips, "Let’s go."

Turning her head, she walked out first.

Wenrou tugged at Lady Liang’s sleeve, "Mom..."

"You little troublemaker, every word is a dig at me. Is this how she repays me for raising her?" Lady Liang cursed sharply.

"Mom, I think sister didn’t mean it...."

"Didn’t mean it? I think she did. The girl was obedient when she was young, but I don’t know when it started that she dared to talk back, dared to show me attitude. Though she’s always subtle about it, like hitting a cotton, leaving me unable to vent my anger, I can feel her rejection and contempt toward us in her heart."

An ungrateful wretch!

They didn’t bother to lower their voices, Liang Wenwan heard everything clearly, slightly raising her willow eyebrows, her expression conveying ice-cold ridicule.

——

"If I’m not mistaken, isn’t the girl standing with Sister Wan the one we met on the plane?"

In the secluded corner of the garden, an exuberant gingko tree stood with branches and leaves so dense that it blocked the harsh sunlight completely, allowing only occasional mischievous rays to slip through, casting mottled shadows onto the ground.

The trunk of the gingko was thick, surrounded by a cement guard platform about a foot wide, paved with dark marble bricks, providing just enough space for someone to sit and rest. Since it was secluded and shielded by flower beds, it was difficult for anyone to notice. As the wind brushed through the treetops, gingko leaves gently floated down, sweeping away the summer heat, bringing some coolness.

Yun Ya sat on the guard platform, raising her delicate fingers, as scattered sunlight fell into her palm like stars spread across the galaxy, while a single gingko leaf floated gracefully into her hand.

Yun Ya smiled slightly, holding the leaf between her fingers playfully.

Yan Song sat beside her, one hand around her waist, looking at her with gentle eyes. Yun Ya hadn’t heard a response for a while, raising her head and instantly meeting the man’s deep and affectionate gaze.

Yun Ya’s heart skipped a beat uncontrollably, staring at him dumbfoundedly, "Brother Yan...."

Under the blazing sun, beneath the gingko tree, the scene of them gazing at each other was beautifully moving.

A breeze blew past, lifting a strand of her hair from her temple, blurring her vision.

Yan Song raised his hand to tuck the strand behind her ear, raising an eyebrow, "What did you just say?"

Yun Ya pouted, "Turns out you weren’t listening to me at all."

"Come on, what were you thinking about just now? If you don’t tell me, I won’t let it go." Yun Ya feigned anger, but her sparkling eyes were full of joy, her hands pretended to scratch his chest.

Yan Song grabbed her hand, raised an eyebrow with a smile, "Are you a cat?"

"Meow, if I were a cat, I’d eat you first."

Yun Ya suddenly bumped into his embrace, the firm chest making her dizzy, while his strong hands firmly clasped her waist, filling Yun Ya’s heart with emotion and joy.

They were so close that Yun Ya soon felt hot; outside wasn’t like having air conditioning indoors; it was midsummer, soon she was sweating, she couldn’t help but push him: "Brother Yan, I feel a bit hot."

Yan Song released her, noticing the fine sweat on her forehead, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

But Yun Ya looked at him in amazement, "Brother Yan, aren’t you hot?"

He seemed completely refreshed, without a trace of sweat on his forehead.

Yun Ya suddenly remembered that he was different now, not fearing the heat being expected.

Yun Ya couldn’t help wanting to wipe the sweat off her forehead, but as soon as she lifted her hand, it was caught by a large hand, at that moment, a coolness spread through her palm and reached her entire body, feeling incredibly pleasant, Yun Ya sighed with comfort.

It wasn’t like the icy chill of cold water, nor the piercing coldness of ice, but rather like warm jade, comfortably refreshing, as if greeted by a soft spring breeze, pleasantly cool.

Yun Ya looked at him in surprise, the man’s striking features under the midday sun were breathtakingly handsome, his dark eyes appearing like spilled ink, stirring and deepening, like a whirlpool drawing her soul inward.

"Still hot?" The low, magnetic voice by her ear was extraordinarily gentle and pleasant.

Yun Ya shook her head with a smile, the sweat on her forehead evaporating so fast it was visible, and as the wind blew, it felt cool.

"Such a magical skill, does that mean I won’t feel hot in summer or cold in winter anymore?" She smiled with mischief and pride, her eyes lively and charming, Yan Song’s gaze deepened.

"Then can you conjure up ice cream for me?"

"No." Yan Song frowned, "Your body is cold; you shouldn’t eat those chilled things."

Completely serious.

Yun Ya looked pitiful like a little cat asking for mercy, tugging at his clothes, "Can’t I just have one bite?" She didn’t know why she suddenly wanted ice cream, she never liked sweets before.

She recalled reading somewhere that love is like ice cream, too cold, it becomes hard to scoop, too warm, it melts beyond retrieval.

Only at the right temperature can you savor its creamy texture.

Just like Brother Yan’s warmth.

She licked her lips.

So, now she suddenly craved ice cream.