A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1759 - 397: A Poor Imitation of the Tiger; Dream Come True (Part 2)

"This time I am playing two roles, one is a high-IQ psychopath, and the other is a cute academic star. Isn’t the character setup exciting? Although there are only two minutes of screen time, I have a hunch that this role will be a milestone in my acting career."

Suddenly, Meng Jungu leaned close to Uncle Chen, tilted his head, and his eyes transformed into something strange and deep, like a whirlpool that instantly captivates a person’s attention.

Uncle Chen was startled, instinctively stepping back, leaning against the railing.

"Hahahaha... Uncle Chen, were you scared?" Meng Jungu laughed heartily, reverting to his previously lazy demeanor, as if everything before had been just an illusion.

Uncle Chen’s heart thudded wildly, he raised his sleeve to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, trembling: "Young master... my old bones can’t take such scares...."

"Haha, Uncle Chen, I fooled you too. This proves my acting skills are still good, hmm... maybe I can ask the director to give me more scenes...." He said while walking upstairs.

Watching Meng Jungu’s figure move away, Uncle Chen felt his back was soaked, recalling that eerie gaze, he couldn’t help but shudder.

It seems he had really underestimated the young master.

Walking to Meng Junci’s room door, Meng Jungu paused in his steps, "Little sister, are you feeling better today than yesterday?"

No one answered, the silence was so deep you could only hear your own echoes.

He curled his lips into a smile and left.

The next morning after breakfast, Yun Ya sat at the table, writing and sketching, Ya Chun saw her being serious so she didn’t disturb her, sitting at the mini desk Yun Ya had custom-made for her, practicing calligraphy.

When Yan Xing came in from outside, she saw the pair sitting by the window, each more focused than the other.

Outside the window, peach blossoms fluttered, sunlight spilled in, the scene was warm and serene. She couldn’t help but stare in awe, taking out her phone to snap a photo, praising her own photography skills.

Tiptoeing behind Yun Ya, she moved her hands theatrically, "Awooo." Intending to surprise Yun Ya.

To her surprise, Yun Ya remained unmoved, except for her bangs lifted slightly by the wind. Other than that, the pen in her hand showed no pause.

Yan Xing pouted in disappointment: "Not fun at all."

"Childish." Yun Ya gently uttered.

Yan Xing leaned over the desk, peeping: "What are you doing?"

Only to see Yun Ya holding a sketching pen, outlining an image on paper, her technique skillful, evidently well-trained, gradually taking form. Yan Xing curiously asked: "What’s this? Looks like a gourd, yet it resembles Buddha...."

She furrowed her brows, she most disliked anything related to Buddha, because it reminded her of her second sister, Buddha took her second sister away.

Yun Ya put down the pen, looking at the design on the paper, smiling contentedly.

The artwork’s intricacy was impeccable, illustrating Buddha’s compassion and dignity vividly, with a gourd shape, gourd phonetically similar to blessings and prosperity, able to ward off evil and enhance longevity. Crafted from exquisite Hetian Jade, then sent to the temple for blessing by a guest monk, perfect as a gift for her grandmother.

If time permitted, she’d love to carve it herself, showing filial piety, but now there’s no time, she can only send it to be sculpted by the master, if done day and night, it should be ready in time.

She knew a jade carving master, famous nationwide, now she could only trouble him.

"Ah Yun."

Ah Yun came in.

Yun Ya folded the drawing, placed it into a small box, gave it to Ah Yun, also handing her an address: "Have someone send it to this address, quickly."

"Yes." Ah Yun took the item and walked out.

"Sister Yun Ya, you haven’t told me what’s that drawing for?"

Yun Ya smiled: "It’s a birthday gift for my grandmother."

"Grandmother?" Yan Xing recalled Sister Yun Ya’s grandmother had long passed.

"It’s Brother Yan’s grandmother."

Yan Xing mischievously looked at her: "You called quite naturally, one might think she’s your real grandmother, but Sister Yun Ya, with such a thoughtful gift, Brother Yan’s grandmother will surely be very happy."

"Hopefully."

Yun Ya stood, poured herself a cup of tea, cradling it in her hands, sipping slowly.

"Sister Yun Ya, let’s go shopping this afternoon, I want to buy clothes, in the evening there’s a dance, I don’t have a suitable outfit."

Yun Ya glanced toward the wardrobe: "Pick one yourself then."

Yan Xing opened the closet, gasping: "Oh my, why are there so many clothes here?"

The wardrobe was packed full, all top-brand items, a wardrobe brimming with clothes was every woman’s dream.

Yan Xing ran her fingers over them one by one, "Sister Yun Ya, you’re so blessed."

Yun Ya said casually: "These were prepared by Aunt Zhuang for me, and some were sent by brand representatives, I can’t wear them all, take a few home with you if you like."

Yan Xing turned her head excitedly: "Really?"

The child’s eyes were filled with joy.

"Yes, as long as you like, you can take them." These clothes are high-end, the brand is famous, but Yun Ya really couldn’t wear them all... leaving them in the wardrobe they’d be outdated soon.

"Sister Yun Ya, you’re so kind." Yan Xing threw herself at Yun Ya, wrapping her arms around her neck, planting a big kiss, leaving saliva on Yun Ya’s face, who frowned in disgust, "That’s enough."

"Hehe, pardon me, Sister Yun Ya." She said, like a happy bird darting towards the wardrobe, trying one piece after another. For Yan Xing, who had difficulty choosing, she felt every piece was beautiful and wanted to take them all home.

Yun Ya quietly continued drinking her tea.

"Sister Yun Ya, Aunt is so good to you, if my future mother-in-law treats me this well, I’d die without regrets." Yan Xing spoke full of envy.

Though she was the eldest granddaughter of the Yan Family’s main branch, her father was incapable, her grandmother was very stingy, her mother loved her yet was strict about her lifestyle, even her monthly pocket money was pitifully scant, here a random garment probably cost her a year’s worth of savings.

At her age, she loved beauty, fantasized about living like a princess, yet reality often proved harsh, outsiders only saw the glory of Miss Yan but didn’t know she’d agonize over buying even a beloved dress for ages.

She recalled the first time meeting Ji Yunya, due to preconceived notions, she harbored an instinctive hostility towards Yun Ya, it was merely jealousy and resentment.

Yun Ya was the embodiment of the princess she envisioned.

She eyed the wardrobe filled with elegant clothing, glancing at the girl sipping tea serenely by the table, graceful and composed, not flustered by favor or disgrace, filling her with envy, suddenly feeling it pointless.

"Does this look nice?" A white long dress, ethereal and elegant when walking, it should have been beautiful but due to her demeanor and build, she couldn’t carry it off. Instead, it was a bit of a disaster.

Yun Ya lifted her gaze momentarily, "Nice."

Yan Xing smiled slightly, spinning in front of the mirror: "It is nice, but it doesn’t suit me."

Rather than envying others’ elegance, recognize your true self.

She picked a cute and simple styled dress, changed into it, looking at the lively and bright girl in the mirror, smiling: "This one suits me best."

Yun Ya’s eyebrows subtly lifted, indeed hardships most shape the heart, from a naive simple girl, unknowingly she had grown up...