A second chance with my billionaire husband

"Young Master, everything the master does is for you, you can’t treat the master like this..."

A flicker of ferocity quickly flashed in Yun Miao’s eyes. Mingyue’s figure dashed, and in the blink of an eye, appeared in front of Ziyu. Ziyu was slightly startled, hastily reaching out to block, but was still a step too late. Mingyue had already grabbed Ziyu by the neck and flung him in front of Yun Miao. Yun Miao stepped on Ziyu’s head, his eyebrows slightly lowered, exuding an invisible aura of dominance. His gaze was condescending, like the very essence of hell, making one’s skin crawl.

"Don’t make excuses for your selfishness, it only makes me more disgusted."

Ziyu’s head was pinned under the foot, rendering him immobile, and he was inwardly terrified.

The Young Master... is now so unpredictable. The master’s plan has been in the works for a long time; wouldn’t it ultimately fail at the hands of the Young Master?

Ji Lanyi calmly looked over, "What do you want to do?"

Yun Miao curved his lips slightly, kicking Ziyu away. Ziyu rolled on the ground, scrambling to Ji Lanyi’s side, whispering, "I will take advantage of the chaos to escort the master away. There’s always a long road ahead, no need to rush now."

Ji Lanyi did not respond, quietly gazing at Ji Yunmiao.

"Let the law pass its fairest judgment on you." Yun Miao clenched his fists tightly. This woman... is his mother in name, the one who gave him and Yaya life. There is a duty like the crows returning favor, or the lambs’ gratefulness shown on knees. By emotion and reason, he shouldn’t have reached this point. But this woman...

His heart wavered in turmoil. Thoughts of his previous life’s final moments surfaced—the woman’s hideously insane face, and deeper memory: a frail little boy kneeling alone in a torrential downpour, not far away, the woman’s cold and unfeeling eyes through the blurred rain.

The chaos of images tormented his nerves.

"In this world, no one can judge me." The woman smiled gently, confident and composed, her momentary brilliance dazzling all.

Yun Miao squinted his eyes, glancing sideways at Mingyue. Mingyue scanned the surroundings, then gently shook his head at Yun Miao.

Yun Miao’s heart sank slightly. Where was Yaya, after all?

Before finding Yaya, he dared not be careless; this woman was too cunning.

"Hmph, save those grand speeches for the courtroom." Lin Tao said coldly, waving with a command, "Shoot to kill those who refuse to surrender." For such criminals, there must be no hesitation.

Jiang Mi’er tightened her grip on the gun, standing in front of Ji Lanyi, gauging the distance to Sangque, considering the likelihood of taking down both Sangque and Luo Leisi quickly. Her eyes caught sight of the coldly stern and heroic woman beside Yun Miao, causing her heart to weigh heavily.

Yun Ya, hidden among the crowd, relaxed secretly, seeing the tide had turned in their favor. She glanced around, preparing to slip away amidst the chaos.

Suddenly, Yun Ya’s eyes narrowed slightly, sensing danger approaching immediately. However, before she could react, a large hand silently fell upon her throat.

She could feel the cold blade at her throat, knowing that any slight movement would cause it to cut through.

She dared not move at all.

"Dear Princess, you are too cunning." A cold voice sounded beside her ear.

"Were it not for your scent, I might have struggled to track you down."

Yun Ya’s heart instantly sank.

Ji Lanyi was the truly cunning one.

No wonder she wasn’t worried about her escape; it turned out she was confident that she could find her no matter where she went.

"Young Master, mother or sister, which will you choose?"

As the shadowy voice echoed throughout the hall, people instantly looked towards the source. The crowd around Yun Ya receded like a tide, revealing two figures.

A young girl in a waiter’s uniform was held in the embrace of a man dressed in black. The man’s entire body was hidden behind the girl, one hand clutching her waist, the other holding a dagger close to her throat, with no doubt that a mere movement of his finger would result in the girl’s instant demise.

Looking at the girl again, her slim figure was barely graspable, her small face somewhat dusty, not eye-catching at first glance, even a bit plain. But those clear, profound eyes, like ocean stars, seemed to hide a world, dazzling yet restrained.

Her brows were unparalleled in elegance, firm yet delicate, making one unable to resist looking again and again.

The girl slightly pursed her lips, standing there quietly, seeming unaffected by the danger behind her, serene and composed.

However, Yun Miao’s expression subtly changed, unable to stop himself from taking two steps forward, his lips tightly pressed together.