A second chance with my billionaire husband

Yun Ya paused for a moment, but soon raised her little face, her smile brighter than the sun in the sky, "Brother Yan, how can you tell I’m not happy?" She pouted, pretending to be displeased, "If I must say I’m unhappy, it’s because you’ve been gone so long that I’ve been worried."

The girl’s playful and lively voice, with her spirited expression and blush-stained cheeks, was truly endearing.

Gentleness rippled through Yan Song’s gaze as he slowly released her hand and gently patted her head, "I’m sorry, I made you wait too long."

Yun Ya lowered her gaze, a flicker of melancholy quickly disappearing.

Licking her ice cream, she murmured, "Brother Yan, do you like children?"

She had asked him this question more than once before, and his answer had never changed. Yet at this moment, she still wanted to hear him say it again.

Yan Song was taken aback, not expecting her to suddenly ask this. His deep gaze fixed on her for a long time, his tone carrying a hint of disdain, "I don’t like them. They’re noisy and dirty..."

"What if they’re your children?" Yun Ya asked softly.

Yan Song frowned even deeper, "I don’t like them."

"You’re lying." Yun Ya suddenly lifted her head to look at him, her piercing bright eyes making Yan Song’s heart skip a beat.

"How can anyone not like their own children? Of course, people like Ji Lanyi and Yun Shen are rare in this world, but you would definitely be a good father," Yun Ya insisted stubbornly, muttering again, "If you became a father, you would definitely be the best father..."

Yan Song finally sensed something was wrong, gripping her shoulders tightly, his brows furrowed so tightly they could crush a fly, "I’m telling you right now, I don’t like children, I even hate them. When we get married, just the two of us isn’t enough? Why have children to divide our love? We only need each other, isn’t that good?"

"No, it’s not good at all." Yun Ya suddenly pushed his hands away, her emotions somewhat agitated, "Children are the embodiment of our love, the continuation of our lives. Without children, what is the meaning of our marriage, of our love?"

Large tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed, "Is it because I can’t have children that you say you hate them? But Brother Yan, you love me now, you can ignore these things, but ten years later, twenty years later, will you regret it? Will you resent me? Even if you have the slightest regret, I can’t bear it, and what about Uncle Yan and Aunt Zhuang, how do I face them?"

Thinking about this, Yun Ya’s heart ached to the point she couldn’t breathe. She didn’t want Brother Yan to regret, but what could she do?

Her congenital uterine hypoplasia had been fundamentally resolved after years of tireless treatment and Doctor Hua’s miraculous remedies, filling her with hope and anticipation for her marriage and future with Brother Yan.

But later, when the congenital heart disease struck, all her hopes collapsed in an instant. What once brought her joy now turned to despair. The heavens enjoyed torturing her like this, shattering her dreams when she was most joyful – for her, happiness was just an unattainable dream.

It took such cruelty for her to walk step by step toward hope, only to fall from the clouds into hell...

She’d always hidden these negative emotions well, knowing she was self-deceiving. She would rather be an ostrich and not consider the eighty percent likelihood. Yan Song’s unwavering affection healed the scars within her, making her believe she could be happy, willing to trust in the twenty percent chance.

Yet now, Brother Yan had taken this step for her, making such a choice as a man.

She was shocked, moved, but also in heart-wrenching pain.

Yan Song suddenly pulled her into his embrace, his arms tightly locking around her body, "I don’t regret it, I never will."

She was too sensitive, too insecure, so much so that even a small kindness from him made her fear loss. Yan Song felt both compassion and heartache, wanting to open his heart for her to see.

"If you like children, then we’ll adopt one. As for my parents, don’t worry about them, Yun Ya, what will it take for you to believe me?"

In his embrace, Yun Ya cried loudly, "So you’re going to secretly get a vasectomy? You, the world’s number one fool, idiot, how could a cursed woman like me deserve such sacrifices from you?"