A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1758 - 397: A Tiger That Fails to Imitate; Dreams Come True

Meng Family.

"Send dinner to the young lady."

Lady Meng watched the maid walk in cautiously, and sighed deeply.

Ever since she came back from the hospital, Ah Ci had locked herself in her room all day, drawing the curtains, not seeing anyone, not seeing the sun, as if she were isolated from the world, and she didn’t allow anyone to enter her room. Each time, they could only place the meals at her door; she’d come out to get them when she was hungry.

Lady Meng was afraid Ah Ci would make herself sick, worrying to the point her hair turned white. Those friends who usually followed Ah Ci, except for Huo Chanyi, each avoided her more than the other.

Who was genuine and who was insincere—now it was all too clear.

Thinking about Ah Ci’s future, Lady Meng couldn’t help but burst into tears. Her Ah Ci used to be so kind and lively, but now she became like this. How could she reconcile with it? How could she not feel heartbroken?

Ji Yunya, it was all this woman’s fault, every tragedy of Ah Ci began with her, and she definitely wouldn’t let this woman go.

Zhuang Xiyue is not in the country now, which is just an opportunity...

Thinking of this, she waved the butler over.

"Madam, what are your orders?"

"Ah Ci has been sulking for so long, I want to host a ball, invite her friends to come and play, dispel the gloom. Contact the friends that Ah Ci gets along well with, and make sure the invitations reach them."

The butler was momentarily stunned and promptly replied, "Should the location be at home?"

Lady Meng pondered for a moment and said, "Isn’t Huamao Villa vacant? Have it cleaned up and set it there."

"Yes, I’ll arrange it right away." The butler dutifully turned and left.

"Wait."

Lady Meng called out to stop him.

The butler turned, "Madam, do you have further instructions?"

Lady Meng’s eyes flickered with a mad flame, so piercing in the light, it quickly concealed in her eyes before the butler could see clearly.

"Don’t forget Xingxing and Miss Ji, they are both Ah Ci’s friends. Ah Ci would likely be very glad to see them."

The butler’s eyes slightly flickered, nodded in agreement, and quickly turned to make arrangements.

Lady Meng sat alone for a long time. When the maid walked downstairs, Lady Meng glanced at her and asked, "Did the young lady eat?"

The maid respectfully replied, "She ate everything."

Lady Meng breathed a sigh of relief, much better than before.

Returning to her room, she paced back and forth, contemplating over and over.

"Knock knock." Suddenly, someone knocked on the room door from outside.

Lady Meng was startled and said in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

"Madam."

The butler?

Lady Meng walked over to open the door, and it was indeed the butler standing at the door.

The butler glanced around before entering the room.

"Madam, rest assured, I’ve contracted the assassin. She will definitely have no return."

"Be cautious; don’t let it trace back to us." Yan Nanmo is not easy to provoke, but at the same time, she couldn’t swallow this anger; after much thought, she could only choose the most direct method.

Hire an assassin.

Ji Yunya was always accompanied by bodyguards, her men had been tracking for a long time but never succeeded, so she could only create an opportunity herself.

"I’ve hired the world’s number one assassin, who ranks first on the international assassin leaderboard all year round. As long as the payment is sufficient, no one can escape."

Lady Meng’s lips curled into a smug smile, "Good, I don’t care how much it costs, I just want Ji Yunya’s life."

"Madam, your wishes will certainly be fulfilled."

The butler left the room, and Meng Jungu approached from the opposite direction, "Uncle Chen."

"Young Master, you’re back." The butler greeted warmly.

"Did Uncle Chen just see my mom?" Meng Jungu glanced at Lady Meng’s room door.

"I had some matters to report to Madam. Is the young master hungry? Shall I ask the kitchen to prepare you some supper?"

"No need, I’m on a diet." Meng Jungu’s figure was already good, well-proportioned, but he had taken on a role recently that required him to lose ten more pounds.

Uncle Chen looked him up and down, "Young Master, why must you suffer this? If Madam knew, she’d be heartbroken...."

The young master had a good path ahead but insisted on becoming an actor. Being an actor was alright, but he was still lingering in the minor leagues, only able to play small roles, and nobody knew him. What was the young master aiming for?

"I like it." Meng Jungu smiled lightly, "I’m not seeking fame; I genuinely love this profession. Playing all these roles, experiencing all these joys and sorrows—don’t you find it interesting?"

Uncle Chen couldn’t understand the young master’s way of thinking and could only shake his head helplessly. The young master had always been peculiar since childhood. He didn’t follow conventional paths, yet he was obedient. But to say he listened... When Madam brought him up, it always gave her a headache.