A second chance with my billionaire husband

Yun Ya lifted his sleeve, and his skin was already bruised due to blocked blood vessels. Yun Ya was both angry and heartbroken, glaring at him: "Are you a fool? Didn’t think to push me away."

Although saying this, she lifted up his arm and gently massaged his blood vessels. Her touch was gentle and just right, her grasp perfect. Yan Song’s furrowed brows relaxed, his slightly haggard but handsome face showing a hint of a smile. His other hand brushed her hair behind her ear, "How could I bear to push you away?"

Yun Ya’s nose felt sour, and she couldn’t help but shed tears, scolding him while massaging him, "Tonight I don’t want to sleep with you, sleep wherever you want, just don’t bother me."

It’s truly annoying, always making her cry, yet she can’t control herself, becoming more fragile, more of a crybaby.

Yan Song didn’t expect her to cry, and what’s worse, he couldn’t have her soft warmth in his arms tonight. How unacceptable is that?

Yan Song hurriedly went to comfort and hug her, when Yan Ke’s vigorous voice came from the door: "Brother, Sister Yun Ya, are you up? I think I heard Sister Yun Ya crying, did my brother bully you?" Yan Ke was ready to take up his grievances.

Yun Ya glared at him, got out of bed, and went to open the door. When Yan Ke saw her eyes red, he looked at the man walking out leisurely behind her, his eyes widening: "Beast, look how you bullied Sister Yun Ya...."

Yan Song casually glanced at him: "If I’m a beast, what are you?"

Yan Ke choked a bit; wouldn’t he be a beast too?

"Don’t change the topic on me, just tell me, did you bully Sister Yun Ya?" Yan Ke’s skeptical gaze sized him up, focusing on a particular area. Although his brother looked like a cold and abstinent male god, deep down he’s just a lustful cad. Surely he bullied Sister Yun Ya horribly. Considering Sister Yun Ya’s delicate frame, how could she possibly bear such a strong, towering figure... Yan Ke shuddered at the R-rated scene forming in his mind.

Yan Song initially didn’t realize, but when he saw Yan Ke’s gaze, he figured it out, his face darkening instantly. He reached to grab his collar: "Smelly brat."

Yan Ke hopped behind Yun Ya like a monkey, sticking out his head and shouting: "Brother, dare to do but not dare to say? Sister Yun Ya, big brother is getting angry and wants to hit me, save me..."

Feeling rather exasperated, Yun Ya helplessly blocked Yan Song’s hand: "Alright, why argue with a child? He didn’t do it on purpose, right?" Yun Ya turned her head to glance at Yan Ke and winked at him.

Child?

Yan Ke nearly spat blood; her nurturing, motherly demeanor made him beat his chest and stomp his feet. He’s not a child, okay? He’s only a few months younger than Yun Ya.

"I was helping you, and you actually side with my brother wearing the same pants, this baby is furious." Yan Ke stormed off angrily.

Yun Ya smiled helplessly, turning her head to Yan Song, "Yan Ke’s temperament is becoming more and more...." Yun Ya couldn’t quite describe it, but he seemed to be getting more childish...

Yan Song snorted, "He’s itching for a beating."

Yan Ke could be said to have been beaten by Yan Song since childhood.

Yun Ya covered her mouth, hiding a laugh, thinking about how she had been mad at him just moments before. She stomped her foot and turned to walk away.

Today’s weather was exceptionally gloomy, as if it could rain at any time. The fog was thick, with visibility less than ten meters. Whether they were in the mountains or not, the air was fresh, but it was also increasingly cold. As soon as Yun Ya stepped out, a mountain breeze hit her, making her shiver.

Suddenly, warmth embraced her. Yun Ya glanced sideways to see Yan Song draping a coat over her shoulders, while he was only wearing a white shirt, appearing strikingly clean amidst the mist.

"Be careful not to catch a cold," Yan Song said softly.

Warmth swept over her. Yun Ya pursed her lips and said, "You’re wearing so little, aren’t you cold?"

Yan Song smiled nonchalantly: "I’m not afraid of the cold."

Holding Yun Ya’s hand, she felt his hand was shockingly warm, her heart trembling slightly, thinking he wasn’t lying; he’s truly not afraid of the cold.

"Just don’t be mad at me, alright?" Yan Song coaxed her with soft words.

Yun Ya glared at him, then "puffed" out a laugh, letting a usually cold, overbearing young master coax her with gentle words, probably she’s the only one in this world to receive such treatment.

"I’m not mad at you, I’m just...." Yun Ya bit her lip, "worried about you...."

Yan Song held her hand tightly, the corners of his mouth curling silently.