A second chance with my billionaire husband

Yun Miao gripped that object tightly in his palm, his gaze shadowed as he looked at her, lowering his voice to shout: "Why?"

Ji Lanyi only smiled, and said nothing more.

More and more blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and suddenly Yun Miao grabbed her collar, coldly pressing her: "Tell me why?"

"Young master..." Ziyu’s eyes flickered, but eventually heaved a sigh.

At this moment, a dark figure leapt down from the second floor, accompanied by an explosion, and chaos ensued among the crowd.

"Go quickly." With a deep shout, Jiang Mi’er looked in shock at the newcomer.

"Big brother..."

Wu Hen gave her a hard push, shouting severely: "Take the master and leave quickly."

Jiang Mi’er watched helplessly as the man rushed into the flames, gritting her teeth, and together with Ziyu lifted Ji Lanyi and quickly disappeared.

"Trying to leave?" Yan Song snorted coldly, holding Yun Ya and chasing after them, only to be stopped by Wu Hen.

The two tangled in battle, and within a few moves, Wu Hen was at a disadvantage. The former top assassin couldn’t last more than a few moves against today’s Yan Song. Amidst the thunderous strikes of Yan Song’s blows, Wu Hen smiled in relief.

His body flew out like a rag, crashing into the flames. He looked at the girl in Yan Song’s arms, a smile of liberation playing on his lips.

Goodbye, my girl.

He still remembered that year, the sunlight slightly intoxicating, cherry blossoms fluttering down, the girl sitting under the tree, quietly flipping through a book, time serene, eternity in an instant.

At the first glance, he was already ensnared.

But the promise made with his life must be repaid with his life.

He would not betray his master, but he would not harm her either.

Thus, it was good.

May in the next life, I still have the chance to meet you... when you are young... when I am free...

His body heavily fell into the flames, setting off rolling tongues of fire, as the man’s body was instantly swallowed by the flames and turned to ashes...

At the moment of the explosion, Mingyue held Yun Miao, quickly retreating, but was still caught by the force, both rolling to the ground, Mingyue taking the impact on her back as they rolled to a stop.

Yun Miao lay on top of her, motionless.

"Master?" Mingyue called out in confusion.

Mingyue got up, her back stinging sharply with pain, she frowned and looked over, seeing the man kneeling there in a daze, staring at the object in his hand without moving.

All around, people ran in panic, the flames blazing. Mingyue followed his gaze, and upon seeing the object in Yun Miao’s hand, initially furrowed her brows in confusion, then exclaimed in shock: "This... isn’t this...?"

Suddenly, Yun Miao clasped the object in his hand, the cold thing painfully pressing into his palm. His gaze was resolute, as if something had settled within.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, slowly standing up: "If alive, I want to see the person, if dead, I want to see the body."

Mingyue pressed her lips together, "Yes."

Yun Miao spotted Yan Song’s figure and swiftly caught up, lifting a hand to land on Yan Song’s shoulder, saying coldly: "Put Yaya down."

Yan Song spun around, kicking away Yun Miao’s hand, and said coldly: "Is this how you protect her?"

Yun Miao was speechless, it was indeed his mistake, and he had nothing to say to that.

"Yaya is my sister, I want to take her home."

Yan Song raised his eyebrows high, saying dominantly and confidently: "Where I am is her home."

And you, go as far away as you can.

Holding Yun Ya tightly in his arms.

"Yan Song, don’t push your luck with me, put Yaya down." As he spoke, he reached out to grab Yun Ya.

Yan Song quickly sidestepped, maneuvering with such agility that Yun Miao couldn’t even touch the corner of his coat, Yun Miao’s face slightly darkened.

Mingyue glanced at Yan Song, saying in a low voice: "Master, let him go, you can’t take him on."

The current Yan Song, even she couldn’t match him.

Yun Miao clenched his fist, feeling truly unwilling, knowing she was his sister yet unable even to glance at her, could there be anything more frustrating?

Yan Song curved his lips, "I’ll leave this mess to you, I trust you can handle it well."

With these words, he left, leaving behind Yun Miao whose face grew increasingly somber, walking away with Yun Ya in his arms.

Yun Miao watched Yan Song’s departing figure, fists clenching tightly, after a moment, turning to leave, knowing Yaya would be safe with him, and there were still more matters awaiting his attention.

——

Zhang Huasheng paced anxiously in the room, his heart unsettled.

Suddenly his ears twitched, Zhang Huasheng quickly ran to open the door, seeing a man standing at the entrance, Zhang Huasheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

His nose twitched slightly, his eyes fell on the girl in the man’s arms, her face exceedingly pale, and he was shocked: "Such a heavy scent of blood, is she injured?"

Yan Song carried Yun Ya inside with large strides, laying her on the bed. Zhang Huasheng lifted the cloak wrapped around her, and upon seeing her blood-soaked arm, his eyes reddened, turning to glare at him, with eyes so fierce they seemed murderous: "How did it come to this?"