A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1368 - 268: Irresistible Desire, Negotiating with a Wolf (Part 2)

Yan Song and Yun Ya walked in hand in hand from outside, the lights dim and hazy. Lu Yuke inadvertently raised her eyes, and the cold chill in the man’s eyes was like a winter snow, freezing one’s heart into an icy pool. Lu Yuke’s hand trembled, and the bowl fell to the ground. She slowly got up, "Ah Song and Yun Ya are here, you accompany the old master, I’ll head back first. Your Fifth Uncle can’t do without anyone there."

After speaking, she tucked the old master’s quilt in a bit and said with a smile, "Dad, Ah Song and Yun Ya are here to see you. Take care, I’ll be leaving now."

When she turned her back to Yun Ya and Yan Song, her gaze held a warning.

The old master was trembling in anger.

Lu Yuke straightened up, smiled at Yun Ya and Yan Song, and walked toward the door. Before leaving, she thoughtfully closed the door.

Yan Song glanced in the direction where Lu Yuke had left, a chill of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Yun Ya tugged on his sleeve, "Brother Yan...."

Yan Song snapped back to reality and held her hand tightly. The two quickly walked to the bedside, "Great-Grandfather...."

Yun Ya first felt the old master’s pulse, "Your emotions are too agitated, and your blood pressure is a bit high."

"Great-Grandfather, you can’t go on like this, it’s too much for your body to handle." Yun Ya wondered what exactly Lu Yuke had said to the great-grandfather to cause such agitation.

Whatever it was, it couldn’t have been anything good, Yun Ya speculated in her heart.

The old master clasped Yan Song and Yun Ya’s hands, his lips quivering as if he wanted to say something. Yun Ya placed a hand over his chest, soothingly, and softly said, "Great-Grandfather, what is it you want to say?"

Feeling somewhat better, the old master said, "Why have you...come over? Weren’t you going to your grandfather’s house today?"

The stern lines of Yan Song’s face softened a little as he said in a deep voice, "It’s already dark now, Yun Ya and I naturally have to come back home."

Home... The old master’s murky eyes became a bit moist, and his emaciated hand held onto Yan Song and Yun Ya’s hands tightly. The old master’s nails had grown long and were very hard, causing a slight sting upon skin contact. Yun Ya remained silent.

"Are your grandparents... well?"

Yan Song nodded: "They are doing well and asked me to send their regards to you. Great-Grandfather, you must get better soon."

The old master nodded with a smile: "I’m still waiting to hold my great-grandson...."

Yun Ya’s face blushed slightly.

Yan Song pressed his lips tightly, looking as if he wanted to say something but stopped. Yun Ya glanced at the shattered bowl on the ground, got up, and said: "I’ll go and make another bowl of medicine...."

After she finished speaking, she got up and walked out.

As Yun Ya stepped out, the old master sighed: "Yun Ya is a smart child. If you have something to say, just say it."

Yan Song deeply gazed at the old master and said in a solemn tone, "Great-Grandfather, you were a hero once, worthy of respect, but you shouldn’t have aided the wicked."

The old master closed his eyes, and cloudy tears spilled from the corners, tracing the lines of his wrinkled skin like ravines on a mountain ridge, making this veteran warrior look so desolate and alone at this moment.

"You already know?"

Yan Song’s eyes were as chilling as a bottomless cold pool: "My father held back for the sake of face for years, but I cannot endure it any longer. You also witnessed what happened that day. They even set their sights on Yun Ya, thinking the second household could be easily bullied?"

The old master sighed: "When did you find out?" Nanmo certainly wouldn’t have actively told the child these things; he must have discovered them himself.

"Not long ago."

"Forget it, do what you intend to do, I’m old now and can’t stir up trouble any longer. I used to think I was doing it for peace in the home. Looking back now, I realize how foolish I was, allowing that woman to run rampant. It’s all my fault... all my fault...." As the old master spoke, he tried to beat his chest, but Yan Song hurriedly grasped his hand, "Great-Grandfather, there’s no need to blame yourself; this has nothing to do with you."

Suddenly, the old master tightly held his hand, "Ah Song, no matter what you do, Great-Grandfather supports you. But you must remember, you bear the surname Yan, you are a member of the Yan Family, and at any time, you must not forget the responsibility on your shoulders."

Yan Song nodded firmly: "I know."

The old master relaxed, looking somewhat lost at the ceiling, muttering: "I don’t even know if I can hold on until you have children... Your grandfather will not forgive me... How do I face him... And your great-grandmother, she resented me until her death...."

A lone lamp swayed, blown by an unknown gust of wind, the flickering light adding to the pervasive gloom in the space.

Yan Song sighed, holding the old master’s hand, his voice low and gentle: "They will understand your intentions...."