A second chance with my billionaire husband

She waved her hand, "Go find Brother Yan."

Yan Ke looked shocked, "How could my brother play games with me? He only scolds me for wasting time."

He noticed that Yun Ya didn’t look well and asked worriedly, "Sister Yun Ya, are you sick? You don’t look so good."

Yun Ya forced a smile, "It’s nothing, maybe just a bit tired from the journey, a little rest will be fine."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ke pushed her inside, "Then rest well, I won’t disturb you."

After Yan Ke left, Yun Ya collapsed back onto the bed and, before falling asleep, rubbed her stomach.

Yan Song came out after taking a shower, answered a call, and his face looked somewhat gloomy.

"Keep looking, alive we need to see the person, dead we need the body."

If a living person disappears just like that, until she’s found, whether dead or alive, Yan Song’s heart could never settle.

He couldn’t let this woman cause trouble and hurt Yun Ya.

The person on the other end said something, then hung up.

Yan Song put on his shirt, slowly buttoning it up, his sensual eight-pack abs gradually concealed under the closing shirt plackets. He stood by the window, his tall and straight figure with a handsome, stern, and cold face exuded a somber aura, making people avoid him at a glance.

Once his coat was on and his watch fastened, after tidying up his sleeves meticulously, he started to step out.

Arriving at Yun Ya’s room door, he opened it slightly, listening to the breathing sounds inside with his excellent hearing, he smiled softly, moved quietly inside, and saw the young girl already asleep peacefully on the large bed.

Yan Song walked step by step to the bedside, crouched down and held her hand, placing it against his face. In her sleep, the young girl frowned uneasily, he reached out gently smoothing her brow. Feeling a slight sense, she moved slightly in his direction, as if by instinct.

Yan Song gazed down at her tranquil sleep, softly caressing her cheek, his eyes filled with a drowning gentleness.

"Yan Ke, go upstairs and call your sister-in-law and your brother down for dinner," Zhuang Xiyue called out from the kitchen.

Yan Ke, who was curled up on the sofa playing games, immediately jumped up and made a playful salute gesture, "Yes, sir."

Which earned a playfully scolding remark from Zhuang Xiyue.

Before leaving, Yan Ke still asked, "The two of them aren’t married yet, is it okay for me to call her sister-in-law so shamelessly?"

"They’re going to get married sooner or later, better get used to it early," Zhuang Xiyue said casually.

Yan Ke secretly rolled his eyes and swiftly ran upstairs before Zhuang Xiyue could get angry.

Although Zhuang Xiyue had a noble status outside, at home, she was like an official’s wife living in comfort, but in reality, she loved cooking, especially making meals for family. Most of the time, she cooked herself because watching her family eat the meals she made was the happiest thing in her life.

After carefully setting the table, she thoughtfully packed the extra meal she made for Zhuang Fanxing into a thermal container. Originally wanting to deliver it personally, she let Uncle Chen take over, thinking it had been a while since she’d eaten with her two sons, let alone with Yun Ya there, she let Uncle Chen send it.

Yan Ke first went to Yan Song’s room, found no one there and immediately knew he must be in Sister Yun Ya’s room. Can’t they restrain themselves even in broad daylight, he thought as he knocked on the room door.

"Mom is calling you to eat."

After a while, Yan Song opened the door, giving him a cold glance, Yan Ke’s hand quickly retracted. After being exposed to his brother’s cold demeanor over time, he was immune, looking past him, "Where’s my sister-in-law?"

Remembering his mom’s words, he called her sister-in-law early to get used to it.

Yan Song grabbed him by the collar and lifted him away like a chick, carefully closing the door with his other hand.

"Hey, Yan Song, what are you doing?" Yan Ke shouted.

Yan Song immediately covered his mouth and dragged him away, and poor little Yan Ke was no match for Yan Song.

Seeing the brothers come downstairs, Yan Ke wore a grievance-filled expression, which Zhuang Xiyue completely ignored. Instead, she looked at Yan Song, "Where’s Yun Ya?"

Yan Ke pouted in grievance; he was indeed the adopted one.

Yan Song pulled out a chair and sat down, expressionless, "She’s still sleeping, I didn’t want to disturb her. We’ll wait until she wakes up."

Zhuang Xiyue said worriedly, "Isn’t she too tired? A few hours’ flight, Yun Ya’s body can’t handle it. Let her sleep then, no need to disturb her. I’m still simmering chicken soup on the stove; it’ll be ready for when she wakes."