A second chance with my billionaire husband

"Aunt, where’s my mom?" Yan Ke scanned the room and didn’t see Zhuang Xiyue’s figure.

"I suddenly craved some pan-fried buns, Yueyue went out to buy them for me."

Ruan Songxi lowered his gaze, his mother was lying.

These errands could easily be handled by the caregiver, it was obvious his mother wanted to send Aunt away, but he didn’t expose her; this matter couldn’t be clearly explained to his two cousins.

Yan Song glanced at Ruan Songxi, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Zhuang Fanxing waved to Ji Yunya, "Yunya, come here to Aunt."

Yunya smiled and walked over, softly calling Aunt, Zhuang Fanxing’s smile deepened, holding Yunya’s hand, she said with a laugh: "You’re so busy, but you still came all this way, Aunt feels bad...."

Yunya held her hand back, sharp-eyed she noticed a red mark on the back of her hand, looking like a scratch, Zhuang Fanxing calmly covered it with her other hand, concealing the mark.

Yunya’s eyes flickered, pretending not to see it, she laughed and said: "Aunt, there’s no need to be so formal, you’re Brother Yan’s aunt, that means you’re my aunt too."

Zhuang Fanxing laughed and patted her hand lightly.

"Ah Song is lucky to marry you."

Yunya lowered her head at the right moment, smiling shyly.

Just then Zhuang Xiyue returned with a bag of pan-fried buns, ecstatic upon seeing Yan Song and Yan Ke, hugging each one, Yan Song laughed and called out "Mom," which earned him a good slap on the back from Zhuang Xiyue: "You brat, never say when you’ll be back, made me worry to death."

Yan Song didn’t move at all, the slap on his back feeling like a mosquito bite, a certain part of his heart softened.

That place, it is always reserved for family.

"Aunt Zhuang." The girl’s gentle voice drew Zhuang Xiyue back, when she saw the girl standing not far away, tears flowed like a flood, she rushed over, more excited than seeing Yan Ke and Yan Song.

Yan Ke nudged Yan Song’s shoulder, pursed his lips, "Sister Yunya seems more like her own."

In comparison, he and his brother seemed like adopted kids.

Yan Song watched as the two most important women in his life embraced, his eyes tender like water.

Zhuang Xiyue was quite emotional; it took Yunya a good while to calm her down, finally promising never to go abroad casually, even if going, Zhuang Xiyue would go too, then Zhuang Xiyue calmed completely, tapping her forehead with her finger: "You little heartless one, gone so long without calling Aunt Zhuang, do you know how worried Aunt was?"

Yunya nodded silently, daring not to refute, actually unable to call; Uncle Yan kept everything abroad hidden from Aunt Zhuang, exactly as she wished.

Yunya’s obedient demeanor made Zhuang Xiyue’s heart settle, reluctant to blame her, holding her hand, nagging about her time abroad, whether she was tired, hungry, bullied, infused with motherly concern and affection.

Yunya responded patiently and warmly, revealing no flaw, vividly describing her overseas study experiences, leaving Zhuang Xiyue in awe.

Looking at the gentle, loving woman before her, warmth surged in Yunya’s heart, yet mixed with a sense of inferiority and irony.

Such a stark contrast.

Her biological mother only used her, treated her unkindly, even capable of killing her in a crucial moment, while this woman, with no blood relation, showed her true maternal love, if not for the many eyes watching, Yunya would’ve thrown herself into her arms crying bitterly, enough to wail out all her grievances and hardships.

But she couldn’t, she maintained the perfect smile, responding patiently, although her fists were clenched tight under her sleeves, holding back the urge to cry.

Ji Yunya, you can’t cry, you absolutely can’t cry.

Brother Yan and Aunt Zhuang treat her so well, she must repay them doubly.

Yan Song first noticed Yunya was not right, he came beside Yunya, drawing her close to him, saying in a deep voice: "Mom, stop talking."

Zhuang Xiyue glared at him: "You think Mom’s nagging? Brat, later I’ll have Yunya sort you out well."

Yunya already composed herself, pushing Yan Song: "Brother Yan, how can you talk to Aunt Zhuang like that?"

Zhuang Xiyue immediately joined Yunya’s side, starting to chastise Yan Song: "Exactly, marry and forget your mother, raising you was in vain, I might as well pamper my daughter-in-law well, daughter-in-law is more considerate...."