A second chance with my billionaire husband

"Shut up." Liang Wenwan said coldly.

"Actually, you look a lot like her, your nose and mouth resemble hers, especially those eyes... like a fox spirit, always seducing men, no wonder you could make that promiscuous Young Master Ruan turn over a new leaf...."

Liang Wenwan covered her face; she should have realized it earlier. At this moment, she deeply hated herself—why did she have even a shred of expectation for this woman? Ultimately, it was this small hope that pushed her completely into the abyss.

"Do you want to see her?" Huang Wenqing’s gentle voice carried a hint of temptation.

Liang Wenwan stared at her, dazed.

Huang Wenqing walked over to the dressing table, opened the bottom drawer, took out a box, opened it, and pulled out a photograph, handing it to Liang Wenwan.

Liang Wenwan looked at it, stunned. With just a glance, she felt as if she were struck by lightning, covering her mouth, her eyes filled with pain and shock.

Tears streamed down.

The photo was of a naked woman in dim lighting, yet the woman’s face was extremely clear—beneath her disheveled long hair was a delicate, fair complexion, with features strikingly similar to hers, except the woman looked tormented, as if enduring unbearable suffering, her soul seemingly screaming out. In the lower right corner of the photo, a thick, black hand grabbed the woman’s chest, the stark contrast between black and white, fine and coarse, formed a strong dichotomy.

In the pitch-black background of the photo, a man’s rough outline was visible, his lustful gaze blatantly showcased on the woman, as if he were a beast impatient to tear and devour her.

With a glance, one could understand what had happened from the photo.

The woman’s eyes were filled with pain and struggle, yet her fragile body was powerless to resist, waiting for a fate of being crushed into mud.

Upon seeing the woman’s face clearly, Liang Wenwan’s heart felt as if it were thrown into a meat grinder and brutally torn apart, her soul trembled with pain; she couldn’t produce a sound, could only moan painfully like a small beast.

With just one look, she confirmed that the woman was her biological mother—blood ties are indeed miraculous.

Yet her first meeting with her biological mother was under such circumstances.

She trembled as she reached out her hand; before she could touch the photo, Huang Wenqing flicked her hand, and the photo floated down at her feet.

"I have a video too, want to see it? Tsk tsk... this woman truly is a beauty, you know? Those homeless men haven’t seen a woman in eight lifetimes, such a beauty gifted to them, they were so excited it was as if they had received a shot in the arm,... haha, isn’t she fond of seducing other people’s husbands? I let her indulge to her heart’s content—for seven days and seven nights...."

"Ah...." Liang Wenwan crazily lunged at Huang Wenqing: "Shut up."

This time Huang Wenqing was prepared, she quickly dodged, Liang Wenwan missed, her forehead hit the corner of the dressing table, instantly breaking and bleeding, bright red blood trickled down her forehead, matching her blood-red eyes—quite frightening, even Huang Wenqing’s heart trembled slightly.

"Why hurry, this is just an appetizer; throughout the years, whenever I’m unhappy, I take out these photos and videos to have a look, it always lifts my mood significantly."

Suddenly, Huang Wenqing straightened her face, sneering: "Liang Wenwan, she’s still alive, living well, don’t you want to see her?"

Liang Wenwan shook her head: "No... you’re lying." She might have died long ago; this is a scheme, a plot by Huang Wenqing against her, she can’t let her succeed.

"Lan Xiangxiang, tsk tsk, wouldn’t she be heartbroken knowing that her beloved daughter doesn’t want to see her?"

Huang Wenqing spoke hypocritically.

Yet knowing this might be a trap, all she could do was foolishly jump into it—her biological mother, that poor woman, even if there’s only a faint chance, she couldn’t possibly sit idly by...

As if afraid Liang Wenwan wouldn’t believe her, Huang Wenqing took out her phone, pulled up a photo, and handed it to Liang Wenwan.

"She’s always been waiting for you to see her, you mustn’t disappoint her."

This was likely a newly taken photo of an elderly woman, lying on a hospital bed, dry and emaciated, her eyes dull and numb, like a living corpse.

Despite the sallow complexion and deep wrinkles, she could still clearly see the woman’s features and once stunning charm...

Her nails dug into her palm deeply, she spoke in as calm a voice as possible: "I want to see her."

Huang Wenqing retrieved her phone, smiling as she settled onto the sofa.

"No matter how capable Sun Wukong is, he still can’t escape from my Buddha’s five fingers."

Liang Wenwan looked at her calmly: "I lost."

Thinking she was holding all the cards, but in reality, she lost miserably, all these years, she was no more than a clown.

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

At this point, Huang Wenqing was ironically in no rush, what was meant to happen had already happened, her greatest joy now was to torment this woman.

"If you want to see her, you must do something for me."

——

Yan Song had taken Yun Ya home, stayed by her side until she fell asleep, his gaze slightly narrowed.

His cousin was in trouble.

Last night, Yellow Hair accompanied his cousin into the wild woods, but hasn’t come out yet. The police have already sent people into the mountains, but for now, there’s no sign of either his cousin, Yellow Hair, or Ruan Wencheng.

He sensed something ominous, yet, lowering his gaze to the sleeping Yun Ya, he was truly reluctant to leave her.

But he also knew how to prioritize matters—his cousin’s issue was clearly more urgent, especially when his aunt had just found safety, his cousin couldn’t afford another incident.

"Qinglan."

Yan Song knew she could hear him; he spoke coldly: "Keep her safe."

Qinglan secretly rolled her eyes, did he need to remind her?

Yan Song left hurriedly; the police car picking him up drove straight toward Nianshan Estates.

"Yan... Commander." A young man in a police inspector uniform strode over, his expression earnest and respectful.

He hadn’t expected the man before him to be so young, achieving such a status at a young age was truly impressive.

Yan Song’s gaze lightly fell on the man in front of him, instantly recalling all his information.

Deng Ronghua, male, twenty-five years old, senior inspector at Hong Kong Police Station, his father is the director of the police department in the Southern District; coming from a family of police officers, although blessed by his father’s connections, his own intelligence and efforts were inseparable from his success, having been promoted to senior inspector within two years, not only that, he fought cleverly and bravely against criminals, unafraid of hardship and danger, had received numerous commendations, and was a shining star in the Hong Kong police force.

While Deng Ronghua could be said to wield considerable influence in Hong Kong, he dare not take liberties before this man, else he’d be utterly clueless on how to write the word "death."

"We’ve already sent people in; as of now, there’s been no news. Might I ask if Commander has any other instructions?" Deng Ronghua asked calmly and respectfully.

Yan Song took off his coat, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing a lean chest and waist, his long legs straight, standing there, tall and slender, even more eye-catching than a male model.

Deng Ronghua quickly took Yan Song’s coat.

"Secure all exits, give me two men, I’ll go in personally."

"Commander, that’s absolutely inadvisable; this wild woods is undeveloped, linked to Xiang Mountain, venomous snakes and wild beasts often appear, it’s extremely dangerous."

Yan Song glanced at him lightly, Deng Ronghua swallowed and held back the words he was about to say.