A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1757 - 396: Bitter Is Bitter, Sweet Is Sweet (2)

Yun Ya glanced at Yi Peilan, "Miss Yi, I’m leaving first."

After speaking, she quickly caught up with Yi Suchen.

"You all leave, all of you, I don’t even care," Yi Peilan pouted, saying angrily.

As soon as Yun Ya got home, she received a call from Zhuang Xiyue, "I heard about what happened at the banquet. Don’t worry about the Tian Family; they’re too late to jump out now anyway."

"By the way, next week is my mother’s birthday, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to return on time. Yun Ya, could you help pick out a gift and go on my behalf to extend birthday wishes to her, okay?"

She could have made it according to the original return schedule, but unforeseen changes to her plans meant she couldn’t return as planned. Missing her mother’s birthday made Zhuang Xiyue feel regretful yet helpless.

"Don’t worry, Aunt Zhuang, I have it all noted in my heart."

"Hmm, I trust you to handle it. Is everything okay at home?"

"Everything is as usual."

After hanging up the phone, Yun Ya sighed. Next week is Old Madam Zhuang’s birthday, and she needs to prepare two sets of gifts. It’s going to be busy again.

The door was suddenly knocked, and Yun Ya said flatly, "Come in."

"Creak," the door opened, and San Qi came in holding a bowl of medicine, a strong medicinal smell wafting to Yun Ya’s nose, making her eyebrows knit slightly.

San Qi placed a bowl of dark medicine in front of her, showing a row of white teeth, his eyes looking brightly at Yun Ya.

Staring blankly at the bowl of medicine, Yun Ya didn’t move for a long time.

Only when San Qi nudged her did Yun Ya suddenly come back to her senses, smiling, "Thank you, San Qi, for the trouble of brewing medicine for me."

San Qi shook his head with a smile, then took out a paper packet from his arms and opened it like a treasure, revealing candied fruit.

This kid is really considerate, afraid she would taste bitterness, he prepared candied fruit especially.

Yun Ya slowly reached out, picked up the bowl of medicine, and tilted her head to take it all in one go.

She handed the empty bowl to San Qi, who wanted to give her the candied fruit, but Yun Ya refused.

"Bitter is bitter, sweet is sweet, people shouldn’t deceive themselves."

San Qi didn’t understand, but he felt that the expression and tone with which his sister said this sentence made people feel uncomfortable.

"Alright, you go out, I want to rest for a while." Yun Ya laid her head on the desk, resting on her arms.

San Qi pursed his lips, looked at her worryingly, then took the empty bowl and left, looking back every few steps.

The room fell completely silent, and Yun Ya placed a hand on her chest, the bitterness in her mouth spreading, reaching her heart.

She suddenly ran to the bathroom, clutching the toilet and retching violently, vomiting some blackish-brown watery substance, half of the medicine she just drank came up.

Tears dripped into the toilet, washing away with the water, she was smiling, but the traces of tears were glaringly bright.

Traditional Chinese medicine is gentle, not as stimulating as Western medicine. What’s the saying? Habit becomes natural, you’ll get used to it.

Wiping her mouth clean, she walked out with unsteady steps. Ah Yun pushed the door open, seeing her face frighteningly pale under the light, couldn’t help but quickly walked over to support her, "Miss, what’s wrong?"

Yun Ya leaned one side of her body against hers, smiling, "Nothing."

Ah Yun helped her sit by the bedside, knelt down to take off her shoes. Seeing her eyes hollowed, staring into space, not knowing what she was thinking, her face as pale as paper, it tugged at her heart.

My Miss, what exactly is wrong with you?

She stayed awake night after night, watching the door for any movement, she was afraid Miss would get into a difficult mood again and joke about her body, the horrific bloody scene of that day vivid in her mind, she didn’t want to experience it again.

Young Master Yan, why haven’t you returned? With Miss like this, what if something happens?

"Miss, sleep, I’ll stay with you."

Yun Ya lay down, covered herself with the quilt.

After a while, Ah Yun saw she was asleep, tucked her in, and was about to turn off the light and leave.

"Don’t turn off the light." In the darkness, Yun Ya suddenly spoke, a hint of panic in her voice that hadn’t yet dissipated.

"Alright, alright, I won’t turn it off." Ah Yun quickly turned the light back on, filling the room with brightness.

Ah Yun sighed and, leaving, sat down just outside the door.

Leaning against the door, she foolishly looked at the half moon in the sky.

Sister Mingyue, where are you? Do you know that Miss has changed? Why did you leave without a word?

Even though Miss doesn’t say anything, she can tell, because Sister Mingyue’s departure has left Miss so melancholy.

"Sister Yun Ya," the next morning, Yan Xing jumped in.

At the time, Yun Ya was sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her long hair. From behind, the long hair appeared unmatched in beauty, the strands soft and smooth, shiny and bright, hanging to her waist, adding a unique charm to her beauty.

Yan Xing marveled at the beautiful long hair, "You could go straight into a shampoo commercial now, no special effects needed."

In the mirror, reflected was a picturesque face, with dark eyebrows, snow-white skin, jade-like beauty, capturing the room’s attention.

"What’s up so early in the morning?"

Yan Xing then remembered the important matter and said mysteriously, "Meng Junci just called me, saying she’s hosting a ball at home tomorrow night, said it’s been a long time since she’s seen everyone and invited friends over, and she asked if you had time and wanted me to bring you along, I have a feeling something’s off, is she up to something?"

Yan Xing thought about it, feeling more uneasy. Meng Junci’s had her arm amputated, now she’s disabled, why wouldn’t she cover up rather than announcing it everywhere? This doesn’t seem like Meng Junci at all?

And asking to bring Sister Yun Ya, what’s with the hidden motives?

"Oh? Is that so, seems she has come out from the shadow of that incident, that’s good then." Yun Ya said with a faint smile, her pitch-black eyes clear and transparent.

"Then are you going, Sister Yun Ya? If you’re not going, neither am I." She’s not interested in seeing Meng Junci now anyway, last time leaving her with nightmares for several days.

"Let’s wait and see...."

"Wait for what?"

If truly inviting, she wouldn’t have passed the message through Yan Xing, as expected, Yun Ya received an invitation in the afternoon, for tomorrow at six, No. 122 Huashan Road, Huamao Villa.

"So, Sister Yun Ya, are you going or not?" Yan Xing said while flipping through the invitation, "I remember this villa was a gift from her aunt for her eighteenth birthday, everything about it is good except for its remote location, though the surrounding area is under development, the value will definitely appreciate significantly, why did she choose this place for the banquet?"

Yun Ya sipped her tea, her gaze gentle and calm.

"Since she thought highly of us, let’s go then."

"Alright, I’ll go with you, but we have nothing to wear, how about we go shopping now, and maybe get a beauty treatment, so we can appear stunning tomorrow...."

"Miss Meng is just recovering, let’s keep it simple, don’t irritate her."

"Oh fine, Sister Yun Ya, you’re the best, thinking about everything for her. But she won’t appreciate it, I feel like this is a trap...." Yan Xing’s eyes darted around, she may not be the sharpest, but she wasn’t stupid either, something’s definitely going to happen tomorrow.

Looking at the quiet girl in front drinking tea, Yan Xing raised an eyebrow, it’s probably aimed at Sister Yun Ya.

Yun Ya’s lips curved slightly, projecting a serene and elegant demeanor.

"You’re thinking too much."

Who is setting a feast for whom, really?