A second chance with my billionaire husband

Zhuang Xiyue took Yan Ke to go grocery shopping, saying they were buying ingredients to welcome Yun Ya tonight, so on the way back, it was just the two of them in the car.

Yan Song twirled her hair around his finger, "You’re very concerned about my cousin?"

His tone was haunting, hard to discern any emotion.

"Of course..." Yan Song’s gaze darkened, and the atmosphere in the car became a bit chilly.

Yun Ya rolled her eyes and grinned, hugging his neck, "Because he’s your cousin, your family. I naturally hope he’s well, but that’s all. Brother Yan, you wouldn’t be jealous even of your own cousin, would you?"

Yan Song pinched her nose and jokingly scolded, "Smooth talker."

"It depends on who I learned it from." Yun Ya pressed her forehead against his, gave his lips a quick peck, and just as she pulled away, Yan Song’s big hand cupped her head and deepened the kiss.

The two kissed passionately in the car, the driver kept his gaze steady, and the vehicle smoothly navigated the crowded streets of Hong Kong.

Time flew by quickly with their affection, and after a little over ten minutes, the car stopped. Yan Song and Yun Ya got out, and Yun Ya looked at the three-story villa standing against the blue sky and white clouds, situated in a prime location with a large garden—a true display of opulence.

A man in his fifties emerged from the villa, walking over respectfully to say, "Young Master, Miss Ji, your journey must have been tiring. The young master has already instructed, the rooms are ready. Would you like to eat first or take a rest?"

Yan Song remained stoic and cool in front of strangers. Hearing this, he glanced at Yun Ya, seeking her opinion.

Yun Ya lifted her hand, brushing the strands of hair blown onto her face to the back of her ear, and softly said, "We had our meal on the plane, so I’m not hungry now. Let’s wait for Aunt Zhuang to come back and decide then. Thank you."

The butler bowed a little deeper, respectfully saying, "I am the Ruan Family’s butler, everyone calls me Uncle Chen. Miss Ji, if you don’t mind, you may call me Uncle Chen too."

Yun Ya warmly called him Uncle Chen, "Thank you for your trouble."

"It’s what I should do, please follow me."

The two held hands and followed Uncle Chen into the villa. Although the villa’s decor was luxurious, it was too cold, lacking any sense of home. Though lavish and splendid, it felt chillingly unwelcoming.

It seemed like an exquisite and magnificent cage, entrapping Zhuang Fanxing’s life.

Yun Ya gave a casual glance and had an inexplicable dislike for the place.

The guest room was ready, at the far end of the second floor, with Yun Ya and Yan Song’s rooms next to each other, and Zhuang Xiyue’s room right opposite. Everything a girl might need was thoughtfully prepared, even the restroom had sanitary pads, and Yun Ya even found some packages of Durex in a small box on the bedside table, leaving her amused yet perplexed whether to praise Ruan Songxi’s attention to detail or think it was intentional.

Indeed, still flirtatious as ever, thinking everyone is just like him?

Yun Ya flushed with embarrassment, threw the items into the trash as if discarding garbage, then reconsidered and retrieved them, shoving them deep into the drawer.

Just in case they might be needed, it’s always good to be prepared.

She chuckled self-deprecatingly; she would rather get pregnant, so what’s the point of these things?

At this moment, there was a knock on the room door, Yun Ya patted her face, speaking calmly, "Come in."

It was Uncle Chen entering with luggage in hand, smiling as he said, "The luggage has been delivered, Miss Ji, here you go..."

"Just leave it there," Yun Ya replied casually.

Uncle Chen put the luggage down and exited, Yun Ya sat for a moment and then walked over to open the luggage, beginning to sort things out.

This time she might be staying in Hong Kong for a while, leaving only when Aunt Zhuang’s illness is significantly better, and she brought a few sets of clothes to change into. Besides that, Yun Ya didn’t have much else.

In the afternoon, Yun Ya slept for a while, and while she was asleep, Zhuang Xiyue returned with bags full of groceries, heading straight to the kitchen for a major cooking effort.

Yan Ke went upstairs to find Yan Song, but Yan Song was taking a bath, making Yan Ke secretly pout. His elder brother’s obsessive cleanliness had not changed; this hygiene freak would feel like dying if he didn’t shower. Hmph, I’ll go find Sister Yun Ya.

Yun Ya was awakened by Yan Ke’s knocking, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she came to open the door, greeted by Yan Ke’s bright smile as he said, "Sister Yun Ya, let’s go play some games, I just saw that cousin has a complete set of gaming equipment in his room."

Yun Ya was feeling a bit unsteady, perhaps due to being on the move for the last few days. Previously, she was holding on at the hospital, and once she hit the bed, she found it hard to resist sleeping—a deep sleep had Yan Ke not woken her up.