A second chance with my billionaire husband

At that moment, Hu Sheng came over and said to invite the two to freshen up, breakfast was ready.

The two washed up and went to the main hall, Yan Ke and Yan Nanmo were already seated. It was evident that Yan Nanmo hadn’t rested well last night; he looked a bit haggard. Upon seeing the two enter, he waved with a smile, "Come in quickly, it’s cold outside."

"Uncle Yan," Yun Ya said with a smile and took her seat.

The breakfast was finished smoothly, but Yan Ke couldn’t sit still anymore, wandering around the courtyard and nimbly climbing up the wall. Unfortunately, the fog today was too thick, visibility was too low, so he couldn’t see anything clearly.

Yan Ke was frustrated, "When will this end? Brother, Dad, why did we come to this wretched place? I have a very important performance tomorrow, okay?"

Yan Nanmo glanced calmly at Yan Song, "Ah Song, how’s it going on your mom’s side?"

Yan Song replied in a deep voice, "She promised me she would take good care of mom, nothing should go wrong, and I’ve already stationed someone by her side beforehand."

Just after returning here, he had Jiang Xiang head to Hong Kong with a team to secretly protect Zhuang Xiyue. Hong Kong had always been Ruan Songxi’s territory; he definitely wouldn’t stand by and watch his mother have an accident. Besides, with Mingyue’s assurance, Yan Song was not too worried.

Upon hearing Yan Song’s steady voice, Yan Nanmo felt much more at ease.

Seeing that neither of them paid attention to him, Yan Ke turned to Yun Ya, seeking an ally, only to find Yun Ya standing in front of the Bogu Shelf, engrossed in flipping through a book.

There were a few collections on the Bogu Shelf, with an antique charm. Yun Ya was engrossed in her reading and didn’t even notice when Yan Song left. Yan Ke followed him out, but as he was about to step out, he was stopped by the guards at the door. Pointing at Yan Song’s departing figure, Yan Ke said in frustration, "Why can he come and go freely?"

The two guards replied respectfully, "Young Master, please don’t make it difficult for us."

Yan Ke rolled his eyes, flicked his sleeves, and returned inside.

Approaching noon, Yan Song finally came back. Yun Ya didn’t ask anything, only noticing the increasing pallor on his face and gently massaging his temples out of concern.

For three consecutive days, Yan Ke was about to go mad with boredom, yet Yun Ya remained calm and composed. Each time Yan Song returned, he would bring her some books to read, which she found engrossing, making the days less dull. In fact, having Yan Song around, with Yan Ke’s chattering in her ear, made her feel warm and secure. She hoped such days could last forever.

"Sister Yun Ya, don’t you find it boring?" Yan Ke asked after aimlessly wandering around like a headless chicken, and finally plopped down across from Yun Ya.

He saw Yun Ya holding a chess manual, moving pieces across the board, and without even raising her head, she replied, "Not at all."

Yan Ke looked at the girl opposite; her skin was as white as snow and her features as finely drawn as a painting. There was a unique and serene beauty in her low-browed gaze, akin to a delicate orchid in a secluded valley, profoundly touching the heart. Her elegant poise was like the cool breeze in summer or the warm sun under a winter sky, dispelling the restless energy from one’s soul.

Comparing patience and perseverance, Yan Ke admitted he was a complete mess in front of this girl.

"Sister Yun Ya, if you were born in ancient times, you’d definitely be a leading lady of a noble household. Your composure makes me feel inferior," he genuinely didn’t understand what was so captivating about the chessboard, making one sit all morning without budging.

Yun Ya placed a black piece on the board, reviving the deadlocked game. Her white jade-like hand holding the glossy black piece highlighted her slender fingers, making them look flawlessly delicate and translucent, a feast for the eyes.

She smiled slightly and said faintly, "Better to adapt and make the best of the situation. Instead of being restless, why not do something useful? Brother Yan and Uncle Yan surely wouldn’t harm you."

The logic was sound, but his restless nature couldn’t stand being confined indoors for a day, let alone in this remote mountain area, not stepping outside the front door—it’s more uncomfortable than being killed.

"Ahhh, you and my brother must be from different households, not the same family. Only he could endure such a stifling temperament. Heaven, spare me." Yan Ke yelled wildly, clutching his head as he rushed inside, diving into the bed, choosing to sleep.

Yun Ya shook her head with a smile, her gaze returning to the chessboard, contemplating her next move.

On the fourth day, Yan Song didn’t return the entire day, while Yan Nanmo initially managed to chat with the two. But eventually, even he began to feel unsettled, pacing back and forth in the room, frequently glancing towards the door.