A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1327 - 257: Strikes Fear in All; The Approaching Storm (Part 2)

"When I marry Brother Yan, of course, I’ll live in his house for the rest of my life." Yun Ya said, as if it was the most natural thing.

Noticing Ning Zihuan’s face turning a shade of iron blue, Jiang Xiang couldn’t help but laugh.

Only Miss Ji could handle this guy.

Qin Du walked into the kitchen and was taken aback to see Yan Song. He spoke gently, "Let me do it. Yaya loves the omelet rice I make..."

Yan Song’s lips curled into a cold smile as he stood straight, skillfully flipping the omelet on the pan, speaking without turning his head, "Is that so? It’s because there’s no other choice."

Qin Du furrowed his brows; he heard Yan Song’s implication that Yan Song was, of course, the better choice.

"About this matter... I apologize deeply. I won’t let such things happen again in the future. Also, thank you for saving Yun Ya."

"I save my own fiancée, are you, an outsider, needed to thank me?" Yan Song’s voice carried a trace of cold mockery.

It’s utterly ridiculous.

Qin Du sighed, "Regardless, I’m still Yun Ya’s brother. No one wishes more for her happiness than I do. Yan Song, I sincerely thank you, and entrust Yaya to you from now on."

Yan Song squinted, "I accept."

Qin Du smiled with relief.

When Pei Qinghan got out of bed, his head hurt a bit. Ever since suffering a severe head injury twelve years ago, he’d been left with this ailment. The world seemed to have a shadowy overlay before his eyes, and he clutched tightly at the sheets beneath him. It took quite a while before he felt better.

Fu Bai knocked on the door and came in, carrying a cup of warm water, and approached Pei Qinghan.

Pei Qinghan took it and drank, then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the rain-drenched mountains outside.

"The code has been deciphered, as you suspected. The real Kang Qiao disappeared a week ago, whereabouts unknown. The current Kang Qiao is an impostor, his real identity..."

"I know." Pei Qinghan said blandly, the clarity of understanding evident in his eyes.

Fu Bai raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"At the age of thirteen, he was taken from a refugee camp in Africa by someone, thus adding an assassin code-named ’Q’ to the world. The African War God, King of Mercenaries—whomever he wants to kill, no one lives to see the next day’s sun. He is legendary in the Assassins’ realm, and Queen’s absolutely trusted confidant: mysterious, powerful, loyal, like a lone wolf roaming outside the crowd. Yet when he bares his fangs at his target, death hovers above, sparing no one."

Fu Bai was very puzzled, wondering why Brother Han knew so much about this person and this organization, as he’d never heard Brother Han mention it before.

"Is he... Q?" Fu Bai had heard about this person, very famous internationally, committing crimes and evils that strike fear wherever he goes.

Interpol issued a red notice for him, and the world has been hunting him down. He even dares to sneak back to Country Hua, still creating chaos—such audacity.

"This time he returned to rescue E, his companion. He wants to take someone from Yan Song’s grip, which isn’t easy, and thus made use of Yun Ya, proving this move was correct—Yan Song gave up E for Yun Ya..."

Pei Qinghan spoke, with a self-deprecating smile, "If Yan Song gave up Yun Ya for E, we might not see Yun Ya today. Yan Song ultimately did not disappoint me, but..."

"But what?" Fu Bai asked.

Pei Qinghan looked leisurely out the window with eyes tinged with mockery, "How could he bear to harm her?"

Fu Bai listened in confusion.

"Carry on with my previous instructions, without any errors, domestic or abroad, all alike, as a storm is approaching..."

"Yes."

The breakfast table was spread with a rich assortment, omelet, shredded fish porridge, with two plates of stir-fried dishes, exuding a fragrant aroma that whetted one’s appetite.

Ning Zihuan subconsciously swallowed his saliva; it smelled so good... But since Yan Song made it, he wasn’t going to eat it. Surely, it would taste terrible.

Yet Yan Song showed no intention of sharing, pulling Yun Ya over to sit, setting up utensils for Yun Ya. Yun Ya said with a smile, "Just looking at it makes my mouth water, Brother Yan, you’re amazing."

Yan Song smiled at her, "Hurry up and eat."

Yun Ya eagerly ate breakfast, not one to boast, but Yan Song’s culinary skills were truly exceptional; even ordinary dishes took on a unique flavor, surpassing any gourmet feast she had tasted.

Ning Zihuan pressed his lips together and thickened his face to walk over, eyes on the golden omelet, subconsciously swallowing his saliva.