A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1382 - 271: Betrayal and Treachery, Trapping the Prey in the Jar (First Update)

Lu Yuke barely had time to be surprised when, the next moment, two figures pushed the door open and entered. The man in the lead strode forward with an aura of coldness that was overpowering. Without giving Lu Yuke a chance to react, he dragged her from the bed and ruthlessly threw her to the ground, his hard military boots pressing on her chest. His words came out as if from deep within his chest, full of intense hatred.

"Lu Xiane, you destroyed the marriage of my grandparents, causing them to live a life of displacement and further causing my grandmother to be separated from my grandfather in life and death. Their child died innocently and tragically. You have attempted to harm my father multiple times, nearly succeeded in harming my brother, and now intend to harm Yun Ya. Your crimes are beyond comprehensive recording; for your sins, your death a thousand times over would not suffice to pay the penalty."

Yan Song’s deep voice seemed to contain immense power, like a great bell pressing on Lu Yuke’s heart. She was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter as she looked at the young man in front of her: "So, I fell into your trap today, Yan Song? You want to avenge your grandparents? All right, then kill me."

Yan Song’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, sizing her up. This woman was indeed very cunning.

Yun Ya immediately rushed to the old man’s side; the old man lay paralytic on the bed, his eyes void and hopeless, feeling completely despairing.

Yun Ya checked his pulse and, confirming that he was unharmed, said with tears in her eyes, "Great-grandpa, don’t be sad. You still have Uncle Yan and Aunt Zhuang, Brother Yan, and me. We will always be with you, so you must stay strong."

The old man patted her head with a smile, "Don’t cry. Great-grandpa isn’t sad. When you cry, you look so much like her...."

Yun Ya frowned. Who did she look like?

The old man refused to say more, closed his eyes, and lay there, only breathing heavily.

Yun Ya patted his chest gently, then saw Yan Song twist his foot hard on Lu Yuke’s chest, causing her to scream in pain. Her fingernails dug deeply into the floor, yet her face remained smiling, her eyes glaring at Yan Song: "You do look just like him, even when you are furious. You are truly his grandson...."

The more she spoke, the more hatefully Yan Song twisted, his eyes filled with blood: "Having you mention my grandfather is a desecration to him. Rest assured, I won’t kill you. That would only soil my hands. I want you to live a life worse than death, to atone for every breath you take for my grandparents."

Lu Yuke cackled, her laughter eerie and chilling: "You are braver than your father, but... it’s too late...."

Yan Song’s eyes grew fierce, and suddenly he stooped, grabbing her neck with one hand, "What do you mean?"

Lu Yuke only chuckled, refusing to utter a single word no matter how hard Yan Song squeezed.

Yun Ya walked over and whispered, "Brother Yan, she cannot die." Death would be too easy for her.

The redness in Yan Song’s eyes slowly subsided, and suddenly he let go. Lu Yuke clutched her neck, choking and coughing desperately, a cold glint passing swiftly through her lowered eyes.

Yan Song gritted his teeth. "Someone, lock her away for me."

Yellow Hair immediately rushed in, cuffed Lu Yuke, and carried her out.

This work was easy for him; he really couldn’t pretend to act....

Yan Song’s fists clenched tightly, then he suddenly turned and knelt before the bed with a "thud."

His head hung deeply, "Great-grandpa...."

"Men don’t shed tears lightly," yet Yun Ya saw the man’s shoulders shake as he cried....

At that moment, Yun Ya’s heart ached.

Yan Song grew up in a warm family. Although he appeared cold, his heart was warm and soft. He valued familial ties deeply. Though he’d never met his grandparents, they had always lived in his imagination. Now, upon learning of their tragic death, his heartbreak was unimaginable.

Yun Ya covered her mouth, suppressing her tears.

A lengthy sigh, filled with helplessness and wistfulness, sounded, "Stand up. You’ve done well, better than your father."

To be decisive when necessary, otherwise one falls into chaos; whereas Nanmo, he thought too much, considered too much, unlike Ah Song, who was more decisive.

"I’m old now, and it’s time to meet your great-grandmother.... I wonder if she still blames me?" He muttered and lay back down.

Yun Ya pulled Yan Song out of the room. Jiang Xiang was tending to the bodies. Lu Yuke had spared no expense, raising thugs who appeared silently in the Yan Family. Had Yan Song not been prepared, today would have been dangerous.

Yun Ya held his hand, looking at him with concern: "Brother Yan...."

Yan Song glanced at her, curling the corners of his lips, "I’m fine."

Suddenly hugging her tightly, under the bright sun, Yun Ya squinted slightly, placing her hands gently on his waist.

"Yun Ya, never leave me." Whenever he thought of his grandfather’s matter, his heart ached. His grandfather died for love, sacrificing himself, their love was intense and unwavering, but ultimately ended in tragedy.

Life is unpredictable and ever-changing. He vowed never to let such a tragedy occur between him and Yun Ya, even if it meant facing the same path as his grandfather. Yun Ya was already an inseparable part of his life, impossible to remove.

Without regret or resentment.