A second chance with my billionaire husband

"You go back to my mom’s place, I’ll take a look."

Liang Wenwan pursed her lips: "I’m a girl, it’s easier for me to talk, I’ll go instead."

She pulled a gentle smile on her face, "After all, they are unfamiliar with Hong Kong, and Miss Ji fell ill just upon arriving, she can’t be left alone, my family has shares in this hospital, so arrangements are easier, I guarantee that Miss Ji won’t suffer any grievance." She frowned: "Miss Ji fell ill, what should we do about Aunt Zhuang’s surgery?"

She already learned from Ruan Songxi yesterday that Ji Yunya came this time specifically for Zhuang Fanxing’s surgery, but fell ill upon arrival, making her secretly anxious.

Yesterday’s kiss had advanced the relationship between the two significantly, Liang Wenwan was no longer as reserved as before in front of him, speaking more casually.

Ruan Songxi’s brows furrowed slightly, probably thinking about his mother’s condition too, his face showed worry.

"So no matter from which aspect, we must take good care of Miss Ji, you can leave this to me." Liang Wenwan smiled, her radiant face exuding confidence.

Ruan Songxi’s eyes narrowed slightly, an unusual gleam flashed in his eyes, he raised his hand and gently patted her head.

This gesture carried a hint of affection, Liang Wenwan was stunned for a moment, her face flushed instantly, and she turned around in a hurry.

"I’ll go first, I’ll visit Aunt Zhuang later."

A muffled laugh sounded from behind, making Liang Wenwan’s face even redder.

——

Yun Ya’s hospital room was the top-tier VIP suite of the whole hospital, with luxurious amenities including a balcony, bathroom, and kitchen, resembling a presidential suite in a five-star hotel, generally only accessible to national leaders.

Moreover, as the major shareholder of this top private hospital in Hong Kong, the Liang Family’s eldest daughter naturally had many privileges, like giving a patient the most premium treatment, even the meals provided were specially designed by top nutritionists according to the patient’s physique, delivered three times a day right on schedule.

The caretakers rotated around the clock, but most of the time they were idle, just running errands.

When Yun Ya woke up, if it wasn’t for the hospital gown she was wearing, she would have thought she was in a luxury suite of a five-star hotel. Then, her hand was suddenly grasped by a large hand, Yun Ya looked up, instantly captivated by the man’s deep, dark eyes, filled with worry and tension, looking much more haggard.

"Brother Yan...." Yun Ya spoke, realizing her voice was terribly hoarse.

"Don’t move." Yan Song poured a cup of warm water, bringing it to Yun Ya’s lips, feeding her bit by bit. After drinking the water, her throat felt better, she glanced outside the window; the sun was setting, surprisingly she had slept for a whole day.

Yun Ya raised her hand to touch his face, and with a touch of distress said: "Brother Yan, have you been by my side all this time?"

Yan Song held her hand, kissed her palm, then buried his face in her hand, his voice trembling: "You really scared me, Yun Ya...." The man’s usually deep and calm voice, now mixed with a trace of tremble and fear, was heartrending.

Yun Ya sighed inwardly, but comforted him verbally: "Look, I’m fine now, nothing is wrong."

Yang Song suddenly held her tightly in his arms, the force so strong that Yun Ya almost couldn’t breathe, she didn’t struggle, but laughed in his arms, gently patting his back: "Brother Yan, don’t be afraid, I’m right here."

Since childhood, he hardly feared anything, even when facing life or death, he remained composed. Yet now, he feared, truly feared.

Seeing her lying pale on the hospital bed, as if she might never wake up, his heart was agitated, wanting to destroy everything in front of him; without Yun Ya... he couldn’t bear to imagine the consequence...

In this life, he could lose everything, except Yun Ya.

Unconsciously, she had become a part of his life, no, more important than his life...

"Yun Ya...." Yan Song closed his eyes, murmuring her name.

Driven to madness by one person, he thought he would never love another like this again.

"I’m here." Yun Ya smiled, responding to him, tightly gripping his waist.

Then, a growling sound broke the romantic atmosphere, Yun Ya’s face blushed slightly, Yan Song glanced down at her, seeing her buried like a little mouse in his embrace, amusingly.

"Hungry?"

Yun Ya nodded in embarrassment, indeed she was hungry.