A second chance with my billionaire husband

The curtain was lifted, and a delicate little figure walked out. Cute and clean, spotting Yun Ya, a flash of joy quickly crossed her eyes but was ultimately suppressed as she spoke steadily: "Greetings, Miss."

This person was naturally not unfamiliar to Yun Ya, previously arranged by Qiao Bowen to protect her by her side, known as Bodyguard Eighteen.

"Qinglan, follow the miss in the future, protect her well, understand?"

"Qinglan obeys." Helian Qinglan lowered her head and said respectfully.

Helian Qinglan happily dashed to Yun Ya’s side, showing a big smile on her face: "Miss, I missed you so much."

Yun Ya pinched her cheek, "It’s been a while, you’ve gained weight."

Helian Qinglan hurriedly covered her face, complaining: "No way..."

"Just kidding."

Helian Qinglan glared at Yun Ya: "Miss has become naughty."

Watching the two obliviously joking around, Mingyue coughed, making Helian Qinglan quickly restrain her smile, standing respectfully behind Yun Ya, and secretly sticking her tongue out.

Yan Song quietly watched from start to finish.

Mingyue glanced at Yan Song, conveying everything unsaid.

As the car disappeared on the mountain road, Mingyue squinted her eyes slightly.

Elder Feng approached her worriedly: "Family Head, although last night’s Nine Kills Formation successfully eliminated the Xing Clan, you exhausted all your energy as well. At the critical moment, had you not risked everything, we might not have seen the sun today. Our family has three treasures passed down generations; one of them, Lingshan Yuzhi, is an excellent healing elixir. I’ll gather the three other elders to bring it for you."

Mingyue waved her hand dismissively and said: "No need, Lingshan Yuzhi is rare, better saved for someone in greater need. Starting today, I will seclude myself for healing. I’ll leave the clan’s affairs for you and Elder Yun to manage together. Before I retreat, have Uncle Lau come see me; I have tasks remaining for him."

Elder Feng nodded in agreement.

After taking a few steps, Mingyue seemed to recall something and asked sideways: "Where is the Left Protector?"

Elder Feng was somewhat speechless: "No idea where he’s run off to again. If you need him, I can go retrieve him immediately."

Helian Zisheng as this Left Protector was hardly competent, often going missing. But last night indeed, thanks to him, the Family Head almost couldn’t hold out at the critical juncture. Fortunately, the Left Protector stepped in, otherwise, who knows what might have happened in the end? Though this Left Protector is always elusive, he never hesitates when it’s time to act.

Mingyue said calmly: "Forget it, let him be."

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The group first returned to the Capital City. Along the way, Yan Ke found everything novel, having been worn out by the mountain scenery for too long, even the most beautiful landscape became tiresome.

"You go ahead, I have some work to handle, will join you in Hong Kong once finished." Yan Nanmo said warmly.

In recent days, a lot of work had piled up, and given his current identity, going on a long trip wasn’t easy.

Yan Song nodded silently. The two took the opportunity to visit the Yan Family Old Residence to check on the old man. The elder’s situation was relatively good lately; though a bit senile, he still recognized Yun Ya and Yan Song, holding their hands constantly asking about his great-grandchild.

Yun Ya found it amusing yet simultaneously felt a bit sour, unaware if she could ever conceive in this lifetime... Secretly resolved in her heart, no matter what, she’d give Brother Yan a child or two...

Yan Fu laughed on the side: "The old master constantly talks about Miss Ji and the heir, but his memory has faded lately, thinking you’re already married."

Yun Ya was moved slightly, leaning on the elder’s knee, lovingly cuddling his palm, raising her face with a smile: "Great-Grandpa, are you going to stop loving your great-granddaughter-in-law once you have a little great-grandchild?"

The old man’s rough and weathered hand slowly stroked Yun Ya’s tender cheek, scratching a bit yet Yun Ya glowed brightly with her smile. His murky eyes were filled with a kindly grin gazing at Yun Ya, speaking in a worn and hoarse voice, "Great-grandchild is great-grandchild, great-granddaughter-in-law is great-granddaughter-in-law, they’re different." His speech was somewhat garbled yet didn’t mind if Yun Ya understood.

Yun Ya chuckled: "What’s the difference?"

The old man suddenly held Yan Song’s hand, squinting his eyes hard to see clearly: "Ah Song, you must strive..."

Yan Song earnestly nodded: "Rest assured, Great-Grandpa, I will."

Yun Ya glared fiercely at him out of the old man’s sight.

Yan Fu, standing nearby observing the young couple’s interaction, couldn’t help but bow his head and chuckle.

Leaving Rongju Garden, Yun Ya and Yan Song couldn’t help but sigh: "Growing old, the greatest fear is loneliness, just hoping for younger generations to keep company, but young ones rarely enjoy accompanying the elderly. First, they can’t tolerate the smell old people carry, secondly, old folks prefer quiet, young ones prefer hustle, definitely can’t sit still, most importantly, in the Yan family whether juniors or elders, almost no one truly wants to accompany Great-Grandpa."

"Everyone has their moments of aging, only upon experiencing it themselves will they understand how frightening loneliness can be."

Yun Ya wrapped around Yan Song’s arm, sniffing: "Brother Yan, let’s spend more time with Great-Grandpa in the future."

Yan Song patted her head: "Okay."

His eyes moved subtly as he sighed, yet said nothing.

The Yan Family lacked anyone able to stir things up anymore. Among the older generations only the Third Madam was bedridden, while the younger ones focused on work, studies. The large old residence during daylight was even too quiet, making the blooming garden seem quite desolate.

Earlier, Meng Shujing had taken Yan Jin to Country H to have Yan Jin’s face treated, needing at least half a year before returning. Yan Hua joined Hanshan Temple, Yan Xing...

Thinking about that girl, Yun Ya recalled before leaving, she had gone to Gusu seeking Yan Hua, somehow ended up clinging onto a youth, what came of it she had no idea.

The pair didn’t linger much at Yan Family, heading home afterward, preparing to depart for Hong Kong.

Before leaving, they met Uncle Chang once to have him return to Jiangzhou for management. After returning from Hong Kong, Yun Ya would accompany Brother Yan back to Jiangzhou. Yan Song casually mentioned before, planning to reside in Jiangzhou long-term, though Yun Ya was puzzled, she didn’t ask more, waiting to discuss after returning from Hong Kong. Furthermore, Jiangzhou is her base, regardless of residence, it’s her hometown.

Yun Ya and Yan Song, with Yan Ke and Qinglan in tow, the four arrived at Jingdu Airport to board a flight to Hong Kong. Given their first-class seating and low-key attire, they attracted no attention boarding the plane.

The time on the plane was long and monotonous; Yun Ya napped, waking up to find only half the journey had elapsed.

Before her eyes was the man’s handsome profile, outlined distinctively in the scattered light and shadow, refined yet noble, dominant yet graceful, perusing newspapers, those especially dry political ones yet reading intently, brows occasionally relaxing or furrowing, sitting there stunningly.

Yun Ya stared slightly dazed, aware her current look must be foolish. Yan Song noticed the warm gaze and looked over, raising an eyebrow: "You’re awake?"

Raising his hand, he brushed her lip directly with his fingertip, wiping away the suspicious droplet at her corner, causing Yun Ya’s cheeks to flush, suddenly rising: "I’m going to the restroom."

With those words, she started walking.

Yan Song chuckled softly, while Yun Ya’s face grew redder.

Seeing Yun Ya rise, Qinglan, who was beside Yan Ke, immediately stood up to follow.

From the diagonal corner, a gaze frequently looked over, Yan Song furrowed his brows, icy eyes staring over, suddenly meeting eyes that were both stunning and somewhat bewildered, hurriedly turning away.

Yan Song adjust his brows, lowering his gaze indifferently.