A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1667 - 351: Love Is Hard, Staying Together Is Even Harder (Part 1)

Chapter 1667: Chapter 351: Love Is Hard, Staying Together Is Even Harder (Part 1)

She caught him, she caught him...

Yan Song looked at someone clinging to him like an octopus, feeling both amused and helpless, especially as her two hands roamed over his chest, "Are you that impatient?"

His fingers brushed against her cheek, resignedly saying, "Are you still mad at me?"

Yun Ya snuggled and squirmed in his arms, melting Yan Song’s heart into a puddle of water.

"What am I going to do with you?" he sighed softly and embraced her tightly as if wanting to fuse her into his very being.

Yun Ya felt warm and started moving restlessly, Yan Song held her small hands down, his large hand cradled her chin, and he kissed her lips.

The night was as cool as water, but in this little room, there was an atmosphere of fiery warmth and intimacy.

Tenderness intertwined with longing so deep that it reached the bones.

At the door, a hunched figure crouched, peering through the crack, smacking their lips as they looked.

Suddenly, the hem of their garment was tugged, and Doctor Hua instinctively waved his hand: "Shoo, shoo..."

Bending down, he saw San Qi with big curious eyes, copying him to peek through the door crack. Doctor Hua quickly covered his eyes: "Not suitable for children, do not look at what is not proper."

With that, he tucked him under his arm and walked away.

San Qi pouted in grievance, wondering what he had done wrong.

Yan Song left before dawn, just as he had come, silently.

When the first light of morning fell on Yun Ya, she rubbed her eyes and sat up, instinctively touching her lips: "Why do they feel a bit numb?"

She didn’t pay attention to it, but as she was about to get out of bed, something felt amiss. Looking down at her clothes, she found them neatly on her body but wrinkled from sleep...

"Knock, knock, knock," someone was at the door.

Yun Ya tidied her clothes, "Come in."

San Qi walked in carrying a basin of water, a towel draped over the edge, placed it on the small table, indicating for Yun Ya to wash her face.

"Thank you," Yun Ya said as she walked over to scoop a handful of clean water to wash her face.

Suddenly, Yun Ya looked at San Qi, "Did anyone come after I fell asleep?"

San Qi froze for a moment, then quickly shook his head.

Yun Ya thought to herself that a straightforward child like San Qi would never lie, which made her even more upset.

In an unseen angle, San Qi’s eyes flashed, watching Yun Ya wash her face, then running off with the basin.

"It’s already late morning, and you’re still not up?" Doctor Hua’s robust voice sounded from outside.

Yun Ya pouted and walked out of the room.

Sunlight spilled into the little courtyard, and the balloon flowers and forsythia planted beneath the eaves were in bloom, blue and purple, looking very pretty.

Doctor Hua stood in the yard, slowly practicing Tai Chi, glancing at Yun Ya: "Young lady, you finally got up?"

Yun Ya sniffed the air, catching the aroma and followed it, seeing in the small kitchen, San Qi was on tiptoe cutting vegetables, and in the pot, yam millet congee was bubbling, the fragrance wafting out from it.

"Having such a small child cook, you’re exploiting child labor."

Doctor Hua leisurely replied, "Well then, you do it."

Yun Ya rolled up her sleeves, "I’ll do it, I’ll do it." She snatched the knife from San Qi, thinking to herself, I’ve cut human flesh and excised tumors, surely I can cut vegetables.

However, she overestimated herself. What she could do with human flesh and tumors, she couldn’t with vegetables, almost sending the chopping board flying.

San Qi shook his head in dismay, taking back the knife from Yun Ya, swiftly julienning the carrots. His nimble skills produced carrot shreds of even thickness and perfect length. Yun Ya watched in amazement, feeling inadequate.

She patted San Qi on the head: "San Qi is really capable."

San Qi gave a shy smile, adding wood to the fire under the pot, while Yun Ya sat on a small stool by the stove: "I’ll help you stoke the fire, you focus on cooking."

However...

As the vegetables were being stir-fried, the fire suddenly went out.

Yun Ya’s face was covered in soot, poking at the stove bottom with a stick, unable to rekindle the fire.

The kitchen filled with smoke, making Yun Ya cough, her eyes reddened.

San Qi chuckled, propped the pot back up, and soon the fire rekindled itself. San Qi added more wood, and it started burning again.

Yun Ya wiped the sweat off her forehead, sheepishly saying, "I really am useless." Able to do nothing well.

"Alright, you were born with a princess’s fate, meant to be served by others. Look at your hands, what rough work can you possibly do? Get out of here and stop causing trouble for little San Qi." Doctor Hua mocked from the kitchen doorway.

Yun Ya looked at her hands, white and tender like fresh lotus roots, as exquisite as artworks, what rough work could they possibly accomplish?

Yun Ya ran out of the kitchen, the smoke choking her throat, Doctor Hua handed her a mint leaf: "Hold it in your mouth."

Yun Ya took it and put it in her mouth, the cool sensation alleviating the dryness and soreness in her throat. She ran to the well and washed her face.

In the courtyard, a small table was set up. San Qi brought out bowls of congee and plates of food, inviting Yun Ya to eat.

Yun Ya sat on the small stool, despite its simplicity, it felt quite good.

She picked up some vegetables with her chopsticks and put them in her mouth, giving San Qi a thumbs up: "I didn’t expect your cooking skills to be really good."

San Qi smiled shyly.

Just then, someone knocked on the door. San Qi put down his chopsticks and ran to open the door, revealing two men in black who came in. One of them had a folding dining table, set it up in the courtyard, and the other opened a food box, taking out dish after dish along with bowls of congee, placing them on the table. Each was exquisitely prepared and steaming hot, just looking at it was mouthwatering.

"Shredded pork with garlic sauce? Lily eggs? Yam duck soup?" Doctor Hua was almost drooling.

The two men set out the bowls and chopsticks, each of exquisite quality, then bowed to Yun Ya before leaving.

Doctor Hua smacked his lips: "That must have been sent by that lad, see how well he treats you. He’s afraid you won’t eat well, preparing everything meticulously, what’s the point in being mad at him?"

Yun Ya frowned slightly, sitting still, continuing to eat San Qi’s stir-fried shredded radish.

"If you don’t eat, I won’t hold back, it’s such a waste." Saying this, he ran over and started eating heartily.

"San Qi, come on, that fool isn’t eating, so we will. The taste is really good, just like the chef from Deyun Building." Doctor Hua said as he stuffed his mouth, waving at San Qi.

San Qi looked at Yun Ya, dropped his chopsticks, and ran over.

"No self-control." Yun Ya muttered: "Don’t think this will appease me, no way."

After eating, she took the dishes to the kitchen, soon the sound of plates smashing came from inside. Doctor Hua gave San Qi a sideways glance: "See, I knew this lady couldn’t do any work."

Yun Ya came out of the kitchen, her face red: "The plates broke, I’ll go buy some at the nearby supermarket later."

"Those are Qing Dynasty Blue and White Porcelain Plates, where are you going to buy them?" Doctor Hua rolled his eyes.

"I’ll compensate you with some Song Dynasty ones, they’re worth more."

"You’ve got a deal."

Yun Ya gave a soft humph.

Soon someone came in to clean up the dishes, then a few more men in black brought in tools to renovate the woodshed where Yun Ya slept last night. They replaced the bed and repaired the windows. In no time, the once cluttered shed completely transformed, spotless, with glass windows, a small bed covered with soft brocade bedding, and a carpet thoughtfully laid on the floor, making it very comfortable.

Seeing these men about to leave after completing their work, Doctor Hua coughed: "My room’s roof leaks when it rains, why don’t you lads fix it while you’re here? This girl eats and lives here for free, she should at least contribute a bit, right? I’m sure your Family Head would be more than willing."