A second chance with my billionaire husband

The sound of the wind brushed past his ears, the leaves rustled, the dense forest was impenetrable, like a steamer, causing a surge of anxiety in one’s mind.

Neither side moved, Ruan Songxi gradually lost patience, but between the hunter and the prey, whoever lost patience first would lose.

"Let her go now, whatever you ask for, I’ll agree to it, don’t make any more mistakes."

Ruan Songxi’s words of comfort elicited a mocking laugh from the man: "Do you think I still care about those things now? Ruan’s is what you deserve, the proudest thing I’ve done in my life is giving birth to you, I’m very relieved to leave the conglomerate in your hands, I believe it can flourish under you, but that bitch..." At this point, his emotions were evidently agitated, his chest heaving.

"I will never let her go, if we can’t live together, then we’ll die together."

There was a fire burning in his eyes, as if it wanted to incinerate everything around him to ashes, including himself.

What kind of hatred is this, and what kind of love?

Even he was conflicted, but after so many years, it had almost become an obsession in his heart, he could no longer let it go.

Ruan Songxi’s eyes darkened, narrowing them slightly.

Did he, perhaps, overlook something?

In the shadows, Yellow Hair made a gesture towards him, the gun aimed at Ruan Wencheng’s head, ensuring a fatal shot.

Ruan Songxi covertly made a gesture to him to stop, frowned and said: "What do you mean?"

Ruan Wencheng curled his lips, one hand choking Liang Wenrou’s neck, the other taking out a satellite phone, pressing a button on it.

After a burst of static noise, a woman’s calm and gentle voice came through.

Ruan Songxi’s face suddenly changed dramatically.

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Liang Wenrou walked into the ward with Huang Wenqing, hearing the woman’s gentle and moving voice, experiencing the changes of time, the woman’s voice carried a kind of steady assurance and inclusiveness that calmed people.

"Sister, Wan’er, how come you’re here now?" The voice was mixed with a hint of confusion, but soon it was relieved.

"You just had surgery, you should remain lying down, I had nothing to do at home, so I thought of coming to see you." Huang Wenqing sat down on the chair in front of the hospital bed with compliance, smiling as she said.

"Thank you for taking the trouble to visit me, sister."

"Don’t say such things, we’re about to become in-laws soon, let’s not say such formal things."

After the previous unpleasantness, the two met again, as if the rift before didn’t exist at all, although they each had their own plans at heart, they wouldn’t show it on the surface.

Huang Wenqing seemed to suddenly remember something, said to Liang Wenwan: "Wan’er, I left the pastries I made myself for the madam in the car, could you go fetch them for me?"

It was obvious she was trying to send her away, and they weren’t even pastries she made herself, just casually bought from a shop they passed by.

Liang Wenwan looked at her cautiously, sending her away, what did she want to do?

Huang Wenqing looked at her leisurely, with her back to Zhuang Fanxing, her lips moving, allowing Liang Wenwan to clearly see her lip language.

She was threatening her.

Liang Wenwan secretly clenched her fist, more certain that Huang Wenqing was about to harm Zhuang Fanxing, suppressing the worry in her heart, she nodded, obediently said: "Okay, I’ll go get it now."

She glanced at Zhuang Fanxing before leaving, Zhuang Fanxing smiled at her calmly, Liang Wenwan almost fled in panic.

Only the two of them remained in the ward, the air was so quiet it made one’s heart panic.

"Say what you want to say." Zhuang Fanxing’s gentle voice had a kind of calmness that seemed to see through everything.

Huang Wenqing sneered, glancing at her: "Since that’s the case, I won’t beat around the bush, Ruan Wencheng kidnapped my daughter, so that’s why I’m here today, Zhuang Fanxing, I don’t want things to get so ugly, but the sins you have committed yourself, yet you want my daughter to suffer for you, do you think it’s appropriate?"

Zhuang Fanxing’s expression didn’t change in the slightest, she closed her eyes, sighed lightly.

"This day has finally come."

Huang Wenqing hated her self-righteous profundity the most, disdainfully said: "Always putting on airs, but look at yourself, your husband is disheartened and disillusioned, a lifetime of failed marriage, what bullshit female independence, not relying on men, it’s all just excuses for your own failures, Zhuang Fanxing, as a woman, you lived really miserably, I really pity you, lying here in a hospital bed today, your husband still wants your life, so what if you’re beautiful, so what if you have a good family background, so what if you’re full of talents? Aren’t you just a pathetic nobody loved?"