A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1927 - 471: Samsara of Life and Death—Never Truly Gone (Part 3)

Yun Miao frowned, this woman is truly formidable.

"Her ambition doesn’t stop here. I guess she’s using this ceremony to bait Agunara and Lorde with Yun Ya as the lure, aiming to stir up conflict between Sangque and King Lais. The clam and the snipe fight, and the fisherman benefits. One is a wealthy yet weak country, the other a military and economic powerhouse. Her temporary plan should be to win over King Lais, after all, Lais Country is rich in oil and jewels, with incredible profits...."

"You have to admit, this move of hers is spot on." Yan Song’s gaze was icy and mocking.

"Both have taken the bait; next is to stage Agunara’s death, igniting King Lais’s fury. Agunara’s death will be like the last straw that breaks the camel’s back. A person’s patience has limits, not to mention a king?"

Yun Miao said coldly, "Then we’ll beat her at her own game and make her bury herself under her own schemes."

Yan Song glanced at him, smart people speaking, that’s efficient.

"Next we’ll start from these two powers. I’ll stay on the island, attempting to internally dismantle the legion; you go from the Mafia, that’s her base, no matter how solid the house is built, once the foundation loosens, this mountain will eventually collapse."

Yun Miao frowned slightly, he knew something about the Mafia, but infiltrating it wouldn’t be easy.

Helian Mingyue, who had always been in the background, suddenly spoke: "Master, I have clues about the Mafia."

Yan Song raised an eyebrow, "Good luck."

Yun Miao gave him one last look: "Yan Song, we’ll temporarily set aside our grievances, but I won’t back down on matters concerning Yun Ya. During this period, think it over yourself, see you later."

Their figures disappeared into the night, a cold wind blew in, the moon cast down its tranquil light, and Yan Song stood there, his tall silhouette appearing so solitary and forlorn.

No matter how many times he imagines it, the result is always the same.

As long as Yun Ya doesn’t despise him, even in death, he won’t let go of her hand.

Thinking of something, he curved his lips into a gentle smile, and his figure vanished into the night in the blink of an eye.

The large room was illuminated by a lone lamp at the bedside, making it seem all the more tranquil.

The girl leaned against the headboard, holding a magazine and flipping through it slowly. In the silent room, only the occasional sound of pages turning could be heard.

Her gentle face seemed especially soft and lovely under the lamp’s light, exuding a peaceful strength of tranquility in time, just looking at her made one feel at ease, slowing down the passage of time.

Unconsciously, the night drew on, the girl yawned, closed the magazine, placed it on the bedside table, laid back on the bed, and soon a quiet breathing sound could be heard.

A shadow appeared by the bed, eyes lingering on the sleeping girl, slowly reaching out a hand, wanting to touch her cheek, but quickly withdrew at the last moment.

Repeating like this, he couldn’t help but chuckle, Yan Song, oh Yan Song, you can be so timid at times.

Just as his fingers touched Yun Ya’s soft skin, Yun Ya suddenly turned over, startling him. Before he could pull back his hand, it was tightly held by a soft, boneless small hand, grasping so firmly he feared hurting her and dared not move.

The girl’s eyes remained shut, showing no signs of waking, seemingly unconsciously hugging his hand, resting it on her chest, touching that softness, his heart skipped a beat.

The girl remained unaware, like a kitten constantly whining, her cheek rubbing against his arm, murmuring something... He deliberately ignored the restlessness in his heart, bending down to listen to what she was saying.

She mumbled softly: "Brother Yan...."

He couldn’t help but curve his lips, am I in your dreams?

Yun Ya suddenly tightened her grip on his arm, causing Yan Song to fall towards her in surprise, about to crush her beneath him. In a moment of quick thinking, Yan Song braced his arm beside her, legs propped below her knees, leaving his left arm held in her embrace, hovering his whole body above her.

Yan Song quietly let out a breath, that was close...

But before Yan Song could relax, Yun Ya suddenly opened her eyes, their gazes locked, and there was no time for Yan Song to escape.

Yun Ya blinked, then closed her eyes again.

Yan Song hadn’t relaxed yet when Yun Ya suddenly opened her eyes again, smacking him across the face, mumbling: "Am I dreaming...."

Yan Song’s cheeks heated slightly, caught between laughing and crying.

Yun Ya suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, tears coming freely: "Brother Yan, is it really you?"