A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1609 - 322: Beyond Control, Collecting Interest (Part 1)

Chapter 1609: Chapter 322: Beyond Control, Collecting Interest (Part 1)

Meng Shujing forgot that Yun Ya was a student of medicine and the disciple of Doctor Hua’s junior. She thought to herself that she really chose the right path, for with the other party’s nose, she would inevitably be discovered in no time.

Yun Ya capped the bottle and put it back in place. "Since they have such high hopes for me, how can I let them down?"

Meng Shujing didn’t understand what she meant.

"Is it Wei Zhao?" Her lips curled into a mischievous smile.

The mention of the name made Meng Shujing gnash her teeth in hatred.

"Let’s start with this person."

After Meng Shujing left, Yun Ya went alone to meet with Zhuang Xiyue and Yan Nanmo, staying there until late before coming out. As soon as she exited the room, she saw Yan Song approaching, with frost and dew clinging to his brows and temples. He came out of the night, yet he seemed like the sun, illuminating her dark world.

At some point, a drizzle had started, and cold wind blew from under the corridor. Instinctively, Yun Ya shrank her shoulders.

Yan Song took off his coat and draped it over her, opened the umbrella and handed it to her, crouching down as Yun Ya naturally climbed onto his back.

Standing up, he carried her step by step into the rain.

Yun Ya held the umbrella handle over his head.

Raindrops splashed at their feet, scattering droplets on their shoes and pants.

In the world, besides the rustle of wind over the treetops and the soft sound of raindrops breaking the air, there was only the sound of his steady and powerful footsteps.

"Have you waited long? Why didn’t you go inside?" Resting her head on his shoulder, Yun Ya asked softly.

"I just got back too." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Yun Ya curled her lips. "You’re lying; your shoes aren’t wet, and it’s been raining for quite a while...."

Yan Song shook his head and smiled: "Having such a clever wife is really stressful."

Yun Ya pulled at his ear: "Spill it, why didn’t you go in?"

"If I went in and you guys were talking about me, wouldn’t that be awkward?"

"No one was talking about you, stop being so vain." Yun Ya rolled her eyes, then suddenly poked her head out from his shoulder to look into his eyes.

"You’ve been acting strange lately. Are you hiding something from me?"

"Madam, how dare I hide anything from you, even if I had ten lives to spare I wouldn’t dare."

"You better not." Yun Ya smirked, comfortably lying on his shoulder.

From an angle Yun Ya couldn’t see, Yan Song looked into the deep, dark, rainy night, his gaze gradually becoming deep and dark.

With resolute and steady steps, he walked onward.

Unconsciously, Yun Ya fell asleep. The umbrella handle leaned aside and raindrops splashed onto Yan Song’s face, prompting him to quicken his pace.

After placing Yun Ya on the bed, without waking her, Yan Song tucked her in, seated himself by the bedside, and watched her sleeping face, gently caressing it.

In her sleep, Yun Ya frowned slightly and called out, "Brother Yan," with a small pout.

Yan Song smiled lightly, bent over to plant a kiss on her brow, then turned to leave.

Exiting the room, he saw a slender figure sitting on the railing, knees bent, skirt swaying slightly in the wind, adding a touch of grace and elegance to the rainy night.

"Have you thought it over?" An icy voice devoid of emotion.

Yan Song pressed his lips, his body as straight as a spear.

"I agree."

"Hah... With an 80% chance you won’t come back, have you really thought this through?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Yan Song firmly replied: "I’ve thought it through."

Mingyue finally glanced at him: "Though you are weak, your feelings for Miss Ji are admirable."

Yan Song curled his lips coldly: "Should I thank you for the compliment then?"

Mingyue shrugged: "Think whatever you like."

Yan Song averted his gaze, looking at the rainy night before him, and said mildly: "While I’m gone, Yun Ya is in your care. Make sure she stays safe...."

Mingyue snorted coldly: "My master, I will naturally protect her with my life. Do you even need to ask?"

Yan Song was long used to Mingyue’s indifference. "Once this matter is resolved, I’ll leave."

Mingyue tossed him something, which he caught easily. It was a brocade pouch, but he couldn’t feel anything inside.

"Open it at a critical moment, it might save your life."

"Thanks." Yan Song shoved it into his pocket casually.

Mingyue paused and said, "If you can return alive, I’d gladly entrust Miss Ji to you. Even that Queen woman wouldn’t hurt her again." A flash of ridicule in his eyes.

"If you die." Mingyue’s gaze turned chilly, looking at him as if he were already a dead man, making one’s heart crawl.

"There are plenty of men in this world who could become Miss Ji’s other half."

Yan Song laughed coldly: "Don’t worry, I won’t give you that chance."

"I hope so." As the voice fell, the figure vanished in the blink of an eye.

Yan Song walked to the railing, the rain falling harder, the cold wind penetrating to the bone.

Gazing at the night sky, his eyes grew deep, like a vortex, darker and colder than the night itself.

The determination in his eyes seemed to hold the power to destroy the heavens and earth.

He could only protect Yun Ya by becoming stronger, ensuring she wouldn’t be harmed. He was willing to sacrifice everything for this purpose.

——

Yun Ya went to Rongju Garden to check the old master’s pulse.

"Great-grandfather’s health is deteriorating, it will probably be within the next two days."

Yan Fu sighed, looking troubled.

The servant brought tea, Yun Ya took a sip from the cup.

Yan Fu glanced at Yun Ya a few times.

In his observation, Miss Ji was a cautious person. Even at home, she was very mindful of anything she consumed, rarely eating anything lightly. Today, she actually drank tea voluntarily.

"What is it? Do I have flowers on my face?" Yun Ya put down the tea cup and touched her face.

Yan Fu shook his head: "How’s the Biluochun? It’s from the Fourth Lord, who loves collecting tea leaves."

Yun Ya laughed: "The color is clear, and it leaves a lasting aftertaste, it’s good tea."

Standing up, Yun Ya said: "It’s getting late, I’ll head back first. I’ll return in the afternoon and administer the medicine to the great-grandfather as I taught you...."

After finishing, she turned to leave. But at the doorstep, she staggered, instinctively reaching out to steady herself against the door frame.

Yan Fu hurried over: "Are you alright...."

Yun Ya shook her head, "I’m fine... Perhaps I’ve been too tired lately."

She was about to take a step when suddenly with a "thud" she collapsed to the ground.

The world faded into oblivion.

Yan Fu was shocked, stumbling over: "Miss Ji...." He instructed the servants standing by: "Quickly, get a doctor...."

The servants hurried away.

Yan Fu turned her over to find her forehead bruised and bleeding, her face a ghostly white, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, a terrifying sight.

Yan Fu covered his mouth: "Dear heavens...."

Zhuang Xiyue, having received the news, rushed over anxiously, bursting into tears at the sight: "My Yun Ya, what’s happened to you? Don’t scare Aunt Zhuang, Aunt Zhuang can’t take a fright...."

Her panic and heartbreaking sorrow tightened one’s heartstrings.

——

Di Bailu walked in with a charming laugh: "How’s it going?"

Meng Shujing coldly replied: "According to the informant at Rongju Garden, they witnessed Ji Yunya drink the tea, then collapse within a minute. Unfortunately, Zhuang Xiyue sealed the information afterward, so I don’t know the specifics."

Di Bailu laughed heartily: "After drinking that poison, not even an iron man could avoid meeting the King of Hell. Zhuang Xiyue, this is just the interest I’m collecting.... "

Meng Shujing hadn’t expected this woman to be so poisonous.