A second chance with my billionaire husband

"Mom, I want some chicken soup too," Yan Ke said.

Zhuang Xiyue waved her hand dismissively, saying, "Not for you. I made it specifically for Yun Ya."

Yan Ke bit his chopsticks angrily, trying to turn his grief into appetite, just as he was about to pick up a crystal shrimp dumpling, the plate was suddenly taken away.

"Yun Ya likes it, keep it for her."

Yan Ke thought to himself, there are so many dishes, I can try a different one, like these meatballs, but again the plate was taken away.

"This is also Yun Ya’s favorite..." Zhuang Xiyue guarded the plate like a mother hen, not allowing the brothers to take even a bite.

"Mom, you’re too much. By the time Sister Yun Ya wakes up, it’ll all be cold. Do you want her to have a stomach ache?"

Zhuang Xiyue glared at him: "You brat, that’s your sister-in-law."

Yan Ke, familiar with his mom’s favoritism, quickly corrected himself: "Fine, fine, my sister-in-law, but there are so many dishes, she can’t finish them all, can we have a chance to eat?"

Zhuang Xiyue glanced at the table full of dishes and nodded seriously: "Yun Ya’s appetite is quite small, she really can’t eat all this."

Yan Ke was delighted, he extended his chopsticks to grab the sweet and sour ribs he had longed for, only to find it had disappeared before he got close.

His face turned green instantly.

"Mom, are you even my real mom? Is it so hard for me to have a meal?"

From start to finish, Yan Song didn’t say a word, quietly eating, only picking the boiled green vegetables in front of him.

"Your sister-in-law’s not well, she still has to do surgery for your aunt, surgery takes so much energy, you brat don’t understand, eating so much while you’re already fat." Zhuang Xiyue nagged on, leaving only boiled green vegetables and a slice of boiled meat, Yun Ya can’t handle spicy, so it’s reluctantly left, probably only a plate of greens at the end for the two.

Yan Ke looked at the remaining two plates on the table, feeling defeated.

This is definitely a stepmother.

He glanced sympathetically at Yan Song sitting opposite, only to see him eating slowly, although still wearing his usual poker face, Yan Ke noticed a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Like pride, or like showing off.

Proud of what?

Yan Ke rolled his eyes, snapping his chopsticks: "Can we have a pleasant meal or not?"

Yan Song gave him a warning look, Yan Ke’s rear instantly glued back to the seat, feeling frustrated.

——

Yun Ya woke up when it was nightfall.

As soon as she opened her eyes, her hand was held, the man’s gentle and deep voice was quite alluring in the night.

"Awake?"

Yun Ya turned her head, seeing the man sitting by the bed, gazing warmly at her.

Opening her eyes to see the one she loves, it felt wonderful, Yun Ya smiled and cuddled into his arms, savoring his scent.

"Are you hungry?" Yan Song held her by the waist, whispering softly in her ear.

Yun Ya snuggled closer into his embrace, laughingly shook her head: "Not hungry."

Yan Song frowned slightly: "You only had some snacks on the plane, haven’t even had water until now, how can you not be hungry?"

Yun Ya shook her head: "Really not hungry."

Actually, her stomach felt uncomfortable, it had been like this since she got off the plane, but Yun Ya thought it was probably because of the snacks and nap on the plane, maybe just a little indigestion, so she didn’t think much of it.

Yan Song touched her forehead to check the temperature, then pressed his forehead against hers to confirm she wasn’t feverish, and sighed in relief.

"Mom made chicken soup, how about getting up to have some? You can’t go without food."

Yun Ya clung tightly to his waist and shook her head: "I don’t want any."

Yan Song sighed: "Fine, if you don’t drink, when you get hungry at midnight, let’s see what you’ll do."

"Of course, I’ll eat you," Yun Ya lifted her head from his chest, her eyes sparkling.

Yan Song gulped, his deep gaze locked on her face, Yun Ya knew too well what that look meant, she smiled and pushed him onto the bed, straddling him, staring into his eyes: "I’m hungry, I want to eat you."

Yan Song raised an eyebrow, propped one hand behind his head, leisurely watching her, looking entirely willing to be taken.

The man’s handsome face was so tempting under the light, Yun Ya slowly bent down, inch by inch, teasingly pecking at his lips, her voice soft and faint like a kitten’s, calling: "Brother Yan...."

The tender call seemed like a feather lightly brushing over his heart, Yan Song’s gaze deepened, his large hand cupped her nape, pulling her head down for a kiss, the collision of lips and teeth made a muffled sound, both felt a sudden tremor at their core, a dense desire surged in their hearts, wanting more from each other.