A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1795 - 409: Universal Salvation, Only for the Wicked (Part 2)

He used to resent the unfairness of fate, but later he realized that complaining was meaningless and only made him more dejected. Being born poor doesn’t mean he would be poor forever. One day, he would stand out and make those who once looked down on him and tormented him see clearly — he, Kang Qi, though merely a bastard born to a prostitute whose father is unknown, would prove with strength that birth does not define destiny.

"I... I’m not pitying you." I’m just sympathizing with you.

"You must be hungry." Yan Xing changed the topic: "Bureau Chief Ma reserved a grand feast at Jinxiang Building, I’ll have it sent over."

Jinxiang Building? Kang Qi clenched his fists tightly.

To eat casually inside would cost a year’s tuition for him, yet she spoke so casually, as if dining at Jinxiang Building was a completely normal thing.

At this moment, he finally felt the deep class disparity between them — they were people from two different worlds.

A faint bitterness suddenly rose in his heart, and he neither had the time nor the desire to explore it further, letting it be completely submerged in the calm lake of his heart.

Yan Xing didn’t notice Kang Qi’s change in mood, and continued talking on her own: "I’ve long heard of Jinxiang Building’s name, finally I can taste it today. I wonder how it compares to Deyun Building?"

"I don’t feel like eating right now, I want to rest."

"Oh, alright, you rest then, I’ll head out first, call me if you need anything." After speaking, she exited the ward.

Yan Xing wanted to stay at the hospital with Kang Qi at night, but was refused by Kang Qi. Helplessly, she checked into a hotel room arranged by Bureau Chief Ma, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Although the bed was large and comfortable, why couldn’t she sleep peacefully like she did on that hard plank bed the previous night?

It turns out that the gaudy woman was Kang Qi’s mother. She was engaged in that kind of profession. Yan Xing did not mean to look down on Kang Qi’s mother, only felt Kang Qi’s background was quite tragic...

Yan Xing thought of many things. She had been away from home for just a few days and already missed her mom, her eldest sister, Ya Chun, and Sister Yun Ya.

She shouldn’t have been so petulant with Sister Yun Ya; Yun Ya was not wrong, it was her own fussiness.

Having witnessed the darkness of society, she realized how naive she used to be.

After thinking it over, she wanted to call Yun Ya to say sorry, yet feared Sister Yun Ya would scold her.

Finally, she thought about how she would see her second sister tomorrow, and with that excitement, she fell asleep.

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"The young master is likely not going to make it, the doctor has just issued a critical condition notice."

"My son... you’re only twenty, how can you bear to leave me? Heaven, are you trying to take my life...?"

Yan Xing had just stepped out of the elevator and saw a woman dressed simply kneeling on the ground, crying in heart-wrenching agony.

Yan Xing’s heart skipped a beat, being a person of delicate emotions, she could least handle such scenes — her eyes brimmed with tears.

"Heaven is jealous of talent, to think that our young master was such a good person. In this Gusu City, who doesn’t know that our Baili family’s young master is a living Bodhisattva reincarnated... Even all the beggars in the city rushed to the temple to pray for the young master upon knowing he was ill. Heaven, open your eyes, would you really want to take away our good young master?"

A chubby woman lamented.

"Baili?" Yan Xing had heard of a centennial Family of Scholars, the Baili family, which was quite influential in the south — could it be this Baili family?

"Madam, the young master’s illness came mysteriously. I’ve always suspected that he was contaminated by something unclean. Why don’t we take the young master to Hanshan Temple? The host there, Master Huiming, is a well-known accomplished monk — maybe he can cure the young master."

Madam seemed to have grasped hope abruptly, "Really, is it possible?"

"Madam, do we have any other options? We can only try desperate measures now."

"Alright, let’s bring Zhuozhuo, and we will head to Hanshan Temple now."

Yan Xing watched as two bodyguards pushed a person out of the ward, hurriedly passing by her side. Looking at the person on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, seeming as if asleep — his brows and eyes tranquil yet carrying an elusive and captivating allure, a very strange feeling.

His face was pale as paper, his whole being riddled with an aura of death, seemingly on the verge of death.

"This person... is quite beautiful..." Yan Xing touched her chin, what a pity if he died, there would be one less handsome man in the world.

Aside from beautiful, Yan Xing truly didn’t know how else to describe this man.

But every day, many people leave this world for various reasons, she couldn’t pity them all — better to focus on more practical thoughts about herself.