A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1290 - 250: The Wicked Complain, Retribution Follows (Part 7)

Adding to that legendary high education, everyone looks at her as if she were some kind of marvel.

People used to think Ji Yunya was not a match for Yan Song. But now, it seems Zhuang Xiyue’s vision is flawless; this woman, with her unmatched elegance, looks, and talent, is impeccable. Bringing her into the family to pass on to the next generation is extraordinary, to the point where her family’s status is completely overlooked now.

Yun Ya maintained an air of calm and composure from start to finish, unyielding yet unpretentious, not haughty yet not impatient. She quietly stayed in Yan Song’s room every day to care for him, an action that again won the admiration of many, and finally, after sending off Aunt Six, Yun Ya was exhausted and collapsed on Yan Song: "Dealing with those women is more tiring than making me run."

Yan Song naturally massaged her shoulders, "Just hang in there for a few more days."

Yun Ya sighed, turned to embrace him, even too lazy to lift her eyelids.

"Bro, Sister Yun Ya." Yan Ke rushed in excitedly, saw the two hugging, quickly turned around: "I didn’t see anything."

Yan Song’s eyes were cold as a blade: "You come in without knocking? No manners."

"Yes, yes, I have no manners, fine. Sister Yun Ya, you’re just spoiling my brother too much, look at how smug he is." As he spoke, Yan Ke turned around again. Yun Ya remained nestled in Yan Song’s arms, not budging an inch.

"I like it, what’s it to you?"

Yan Song’s lips curled subtly, then he coldly glanced at Yan Ke: "You better have a reason for being here, or else...."

Yan Ke shrank his neck: "I started a band, and we have a performance this weekend at the auditorium for the college anniversary gala, can you guys give me face and come to support me, okay?"

Yan Song waved his hand impatiently: "We’ll see when the time comes."

"Sister Yun Ya~" Yan Ke called out.

Yun Ya rolled her eyes: "If we have time, we’ll go; if not, then forget it."

"Hmph, you two are birds of a feather, I won’t play with you anymore." With that, he turned and ran out.

"Wasn’t Yan Ke supposed to learn the cello? How did he form a band? What’s he up to?" Yun Ya asked curiously.

Yan Song twirled Yun Ya’s hair around his fingers, answering with a nonchalant smile: "That kid’s always been out of line, who knows."

Yun Ya’s eyes lit up: "Why don’t we go check it out then? See what kind of band he’s put together, it might be interesting?"

Yan Song’s lips curved: "Sure, if you want to go, I’ll go with you."

Lu Yuke held an account book, reading as Aunt Cui walked in from outside: "Miss Mingzhu is back."

Lu Yuke flipped a page, not lifting her brows, speaking faintly: "Where is she? Let me see."

Aunt Cui looked towards the door, and Lu Mingzhu stepped in.

Back then, Lu Mingzhu had been harmed, her face destroyed by some medicine, covered in red rashes, itchy and painful, oozing pus and blood if scratched, looking like toad skin, utterly disgusting. After being sent to the hospital, it took a long time to recover, but her face was left with many scars, densely spread, resembling a wasp’s nest. Anyone with trypophobia couldn’t bear to look.

Lu Mingzhu wasn’t particularly good-looking to begin with, and the scars made it worse. She cried her way in, throwing herself at Lu Yuke’s feet, weeping: "Auntie, look at my face, what am I going to do? I might as well die...."

"Then go die." Lu Yuke kicked her aside, coldly saying: "There are countless ways to die, pick one, just don’t disgust people in front of me."

Lu Yuke’s words effectively stopped Lu Mingzhu’s tears, she stared blankly at her: "Auntie, I... I really don’t know what to do."

Lu Yuke put down the account book, gave her a cold glance, brows furrowing slightly, truly feeling it was an eyesore: "You weren’t good-looking to begin with, going out like this might just disgust people, hehe...."

Lu Mingzhu thought she was being mocked, feeling seriously wounded in her pride, she lowered her head, wiping tears, a hint of hatred flashing in her eyes.

"Do you still want to marry Yan Song?" Lu Yuke suddenly asked.

Lu Mingzhu instinctively clenched her fist, "Like this, he wouldn’t even look at me...."

Lu Yuke scoffed, curling her lips: "I actually think, looking like this, you’re a better match for Yan Song."

Seeing Lu Yuke’s serious expression, Lu Mingzhu’s heart suddenly raced, her aunt was very capable, as long as she was willing to help, she would surely succeed. At worst... at worst, she would make a trip to Korea, get plastic surgery, and look like Ji Yunya. No matter how much it cost, she would do it. By then, Yan Song would surely notice her.

Lost in her fantasies, Lu Mingzhu didn’t catch the flicker of madness in Lu Yuke’s eyes.