A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1376 - 270: The Mad Plan—Death God’s Scythe (Part 2)

Yun Ya said nothing, silently accompanying her. After a moment of tears, Yan Hua wiped her eyes, "I’m sorry, I lost control for a moment...."

"It’s okay, you’ll feel better after letting it out." Yun Ya smiled gently and compassionately.

Yan Hua felt a sigh of relief deep in her heart and suddenly grabbed Yun Ya’s hand, pleading, "Yun Ya, you’re trained by the lineage of Doctor Hua, you saved great-grandfather and sixth aunt, surely you can save fifth uncle, right? Please save him, okay? He’s been so unfortunate, I don’t want him to die...."

Yun Ya didn’t want to refuse such a humble plea from a girl, but he was Lu Yuke’s biological son. Every time she thought about what that woman did to Brother Yan’s grandparents, she couldn’t help but resent him for Yan Nanfeng as well.

"Huahua, it’s not that I don’t want to help, but my medical skills are truly limited. Great-grandfather and sixth aunt were fortunate; I was merely doing what a healer should do. But as for fifth uncle... frankly, if no one else can help, I am even more powerless."

The sparkle in Yan Hua’s eyes dimmed piece by piece, eventually turning into a stagnant pool of water, her whole being sinking into gray, as if her soul was sucked away in an instant.

Yun Ya felt pity, but she didn’t have the extra energy to save the son of an enemy.

Yan Hua walked away in a daze, and Yun Ya, worried something might happen to her, followed closely behind. Yan Xing was skipping rope in the yard, and when she saw Yun Ya enter, she ran over like a fluttering butterfly, saying joyfully, "Sister Yun Ya, how come you’re here? Let’s skip rope together, it’s really fun."

Yun Ya shook her head with a smile, pointing at Yan Hua, "I came with your second sister."

Yan Xing glanced at the dazed Yan Hua and pursed her lips, "She’s been looking so gloomy lately, like someone owes her money and won’t pay it back."

"Don’t speak of your second sister like that, she’s hurting inside."

As Yun Ya finished speaking, she continued to follow Yan Hua inside.

Recently, Meng Shujing hadn’t left the house. Upon seeing Yan Hua entering, she called out, "Huahua?" But Yan Hua ignored her and went straight into the inner room. Yan Hua had always been a polite child, never so disrespectful before. Meng Shujing frowned until she saw Ji Yunya following in.

"Aunt, good to see you well." The young girl smiled charmingly.

Meng Shujing suddenly stood up, but realizing her lapse in composure, she coughed and sat back down, looking at the bonsai on the windowsill and coldly snorted, "What are you doing here?" Her tone was ambiguous, clearly holding grudges inside.

"Is Aunt still angry at me? I’m also helpless in this matter." Yun Ya sat down, sighed helplessly.

Meng Shujing wouldn’t believe her easily; this girl was young yet deeper in thought than the sea, dragging her down while she got away.

"Actually, I’m also doing it for Aunt’s good. Without this opportunity, how could you have seen through people’s hearts? Instead of blaming me, blame those who used you. I’m very aggrieved too."

Meng Shujing chuckled coldly, "Am I supposed to thank you then?"

"Aunt indeed should thank me." Yun Ya said with a bright smile.

"You..." Meng Shujing choked up, finding her smile glaring.

Yun Ya’s smile vanished, and she said expressionlessly, "Debts have a source, grudges have a target; if Aunt blames me, I’ll accept it, but don’t you want revenge?"

Meng Shujing’s gaze paused, secretly scrutinizing Yun Ya.

A gentle smile spread across Yun Ya’s lips, yet for some reason, it sent a sudden shiver down Meng Shujing’s spine, as if the smile was as dangerous as a poppy flower.

"You...what do you want to do?"

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Zhuang Xiyue was busy and dizzy all day, although tired, she was happy. Yan Nanmo was busy recently with foreign leaders visiting, and he was occupied with hosting them. Zhuang Xiyue also needed to attend the state banquet in the evening, preparing a magnificent dress, an embroidered qipao that best represented the national essence of Country Hua, gentle and elegant, dignified and poised, mature yet not losing charm, beauty combined with style.

By the time she returned, the moon was already high in the sky. She collapsed onto the bed without even changing her clothes, as occasions like this were the most exhausting, facing countless eyes and cameras, keeping a smile until her face stiffened yet maintaining poise.

Just then, Yun Ya pushed the door open and entered, carrying a cup of milk, gently massaging Zhuang Xiyue’s shoulders. Zhuang Xiyue couldn’t help but let out a comfortable hum.

Yun Ya said, "Aunt Zhuang, today must be tiring, drink this milk to sleep well."

Zhuang Xiyue drank it and saw Yun Ya tidying up things to leave, so she asked, "Just say what you want to say."

They were both smart people; as soon as Yun Ya came in, she knew. It seemed Yun Ya felt she was too tired and couldn’t bear to disturb her further.

Yun Ya paused her steps, turned to look at Zhuang Xiyue, the dim light revealing warmth and encouragement in Zhuang Xiyue’s eyes, stirring her heart, she pursed her lips.