A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1790 - 407: Haunted by Dreams, Paying with One’s Life (Part 2)

Under the blooming fireworks, a slender figure stood quietly. In that fleeting brightness, the man’s resolute and handsome face was vividly reflected in Yun Ya’s eyes.

Yun Ya widened her eyes in disbelief, and in the next moment, she rushed forward.

"Brother Yan, is it really you? Am I dreaming?"

She plunged into this embrace, lifting her head to look at the face in front of her.

The lights flickered, from the eyebrows to the chin, it was him, really him.

Apart from her Brother Yan, no one else in this world has such a handsome face.

The man’s dark eyes shimmered with tender waves, deeply gazing at her, like a black hole, capturing all her attention.

Immersed in excitement, Yun Ya couldn’t think, she cried tears of joy, tiptoeing to hug his neck, "Brother Yan, have you really come back?"

A broad hand gently rested on her back, "It’s me, I’ve returned."

His deep magnetic voice flowed like a luxurious and gentle cello sound in the dim night, slowly echoing in her ear.

His face, his voice, longed for day and night, he had finally come back.

"Wah... you bastard, you’ve been gone so long, I’m mad at you, ignoring you now." Coming back to her senses from the excitement, Yun Ya lifted her head from his embrace, her little fists hitting his chest, speaking in a pout.

The man suddenly grasped her wrist, Yun Ya’s heart skipped a beat, she raised her eyes, looking into his, that profound darkness almost enveloped her, Yun Ya suddenly found it a bit hard to breathe.

"I’m sorry... I’m late."

The man smiled, that gentle smile like melting mountains made Yun Ya a bit dazed.

"It’s my brother who’s back." Yan Ke’s shout suddenly interrupted Yun Ya’s thoughts.

Even the elders were alerted, clamoring to see their eldest grandson.

"Grandpa, Grandma, your grandson is back late."

"It’s alright, as long as you’re back, let me see my grandson, all travel-worn, hurry inside and rest."

The old lady held Yan Song’s hand, and they all walked inside.

Yun Ya lingered at the back, frowning, lost in thought. Yan Ke sidled up to Yun Ya, winking and smiling, "My brother is finally back, you must be happy, but my brother...."

Yan Ke frowned, pondering, feeling something was off but unable to pinpoint it.

"Ah... what’s my mind wandering to, how could I not recognize my brother." Yan Ke said, shaking his head.

Yun Ya slightly raised her eyebrows, her eyes trailing the tall figure in front, lowering her gaze, pondering something.

"Yun Ya." The old lady suddenly stopped, and turned to wave at Yun Ya.

Yun Ya quickly walked over, "Grandma."

The old lady took her hand and clasped it with Yan Song’s, smiling, "Ah Song is back, the first person he wants to see must be you, even I have to step aside, leaving you young people time together, this old lady should go back to sleep."

With those words, she and the old man laughed and left.

"Cousin, are you being the third wheel here?" Zhuang Jingmo glanced at Yan Ke.

Yan Ke rolled his eyes, "Do you think I want to?"

"Then why don’t you leave?"

In an instant, the courtyard was left with only Yun Ya and Yan Song. A cool breeze swept through, lifting Yun Ya’s hair, she raised a hand to brush aside the stray strands, and Yan Song suddenly pulled her into his arms, "Yun Ya, I missed you so much."

He no longer suppressed his emotions, pouring all his longing out, his fiery passion almost burning Yun Ya.

Yun Ya gently rested her hand on his back, smiling, "Brother Yan, I missed you too."

The man lifted his eyes to look at her, his throat moved, deeply touched, he slowly lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Just as he was about to kiss her, Yun Ya suddenly placed her finger on her lips, and the man kissed her finger.

The man opened his eyes, looking at her puzzled.

"Brother Yan, do you remember our previous promise?" Yun Ya asked with a smiling gaze, deeply looking into his eyes.

"Of course I remember." The man chuckled softly.

He raised her hand to his lips, pecking it gently, his gaze tender as water, almost drowning someone.

Yun Ya’s gaze was a bit dazed, he quickly carried her out of the Zhuang Family, hailing a taxi.

"Brother Yan, where are we going?"

"Home."

Yan Song took her back to the Meijing Tiancheng Residential Area, retrieved a key from under the mat, opened the door, and carried her inside.

Yan Song usually hired a cleaning service, so even though it was unoccupied for a long time, it remained clean and tidy.