A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1396 - 275: Burning Out Like an Oil Lamp – Grandmother and Maternal Grandmother (Part 1)

"You dare." The old man suddenly opened his eyes, the cold sharpness in them made Yan Nanxiao instinctively step back.

"Regarding your mother’s matter, let’s stop here. Some people should atone for their sins."

This was his own mother; how could Yan Nanxiao possibly let it go like that? "Grandfather, I have already investigated. Yan Song and this woman were present back then. Is my mother’s disappearance related to them? Don’t think of shielding them. If it really is related to them, I will never let them go." After speaking, his eyes glared viciously at Yun Ya.

Yun Ya remained unaffected, smiling, "Uncle, your words are unfounded slander. Brother Yan and I both have status. Such groundless accusations could severely damage our reputations. I know you are anxious about Grandmother’s disappearance, but you can’t just make accusations. Be careful not to let disaster come from your mouth."

The girl smiled on the surface, but her eyes were filled with cold mockery. A mere merchant girl dared to talk back to him? Yan Nanxiao, flushed with anger, took big steps forward, raising his hand intending to slap her.

"Uncle, think carefully about the consequences of this slap. Can you really bear them?" The girl’s tone was full of threat, with a hint of schadenfreude, as if she was eager to see him act.

Yan Nanxiao’s hand froze stiffly in the air, uncertain whether to slap or not. She was Yan Song’s fiancée, future daughter-in-law of Yan Nanmo. From several interactions, he realized that the second branch cherished this woman very much. If he truly hit her, wouldn’t Yan Song, that demon, come after him...

"Nanxiao, how dare you hit someone right in front of me, and your future niece-in-law at that? Do you really take me for a dead man?" The old man, exasperated, huffed and puffed.

Yan Nanxiao reluctantly withdrew his hand and murmured, "This grandson wouldn’t dare."

"Is there anything you wouldn’t dare to do? Embezzlement, bribery, abuse of power, you really have a lot of nerve, acting as if everyone else is a fool. If it wasn’t for Nanmo shielding you, you would have already been flayed and thrown into prison. And yet here you are, strutting about, going to hit his daughter-in-law?"

As the old man spoke, Yan Nanxiao’s face gradually turned pale, his hand under his sleeve clenched tightly into a fist.

"I won’t hold you accountable for those matters, but let it end here. If you don’t want to lose face in your old age, behave. Otherwise, even Nanmo can’t protect you. As for your mother’s matter, stop mentioning it from now on. I’m tired, you can leave."

Having said that, he lay back down and closed his eyes.

Yan Nanxiao’s fists clenched and unclenched, experiencing such public humiliation in front of the juniors – his self-esteem was severely challenged, more humiliating than being stripped naked.

Without a word, he turned and left the room.

Yun Ya truly had no good impression of this uncle; a bunch of snakes and rats, the true product of Lu Yuke, appearing weak and honest yet full of deceit. Who knows how much trouble he caused Uncle Yan.

The old man’s chest heaved violently with anger, Yun Ya raised her hand to gently soothe him. "Great-grandfather, don’t be angry. Anger harms the liver."

The old man sighed, "Girl, I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you."

Yun Ya smiled, "Oh come on, grandpa. Saying that means you don’t consider me as family. I’m going to be sad."

The old man chuckled indulgently, "You girl, you’re really different from her."

Yun Ya raised her eyebrow, "Who?"

The old man coughed, "It’s nothing..."

Yun Ya narrowed her eyes as the old man sighed again and said, "I mean your grandmother. She appeared much like you, a graceful and dignified socialite. Not only was she talented, but she was also very kind, often helping others. Back then, the northwest was desolate, and many refugees came to the Capital City. She donated all her private savings and wrote articles in newspapers to raise funds, personally distributing buns to the disaster victims. At the time, those victims called her the merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva, but she was just too kind... in the end, she was harmed by others." As he said this, the old man’s eyes moistened. Mu Ziling grew up with Yan Guomao, like childhood sweethearts, frequently visiting the Yan Family. The old man watched her grow up, feeling closer to her than to his own daughter.

"But you are much stronger than your grandmother. You are smarter, more discerning between right and wrong, and you won’t easily be harmed by others. I am very pleased."

Grandmother? Is great-grandfather referring to Brother Yan’s grandmother? I remember she was called Mu Ziling.

Mu Ziling? Wait, that name seems somewhat familiar.

Yun Ya initially felt some familiarity upon hearing the name, but hadn’t had time to ponder. Now, seeing great-grandfather mention it, she was suddenly struck by an idea.

Mu Ziling—her grandmother was named Mu Qingci. The names sound like sisters, do the two actually have a relationship, or is it just coincidence?

For some reason, Yun Ya suddenly felt a chill all over, hoping desperately it wasn’t as she thought, that would be too melodramatic.