A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1681 - 358: Watching Indifferently as Others Die; Powerless to Resist (Eighth Update)_2

Chapter 1681: Chapter 358: Watching Indifferently as Others Die; Powerless to Resist (Eighth Update)_2

Looking around again, the cars were long gone, and his heart couldn’t help but feel a tinge of loss. He helped Xiao Bao’er up and said, "Stop crying. Let’s go back first."

Xiao Bao’er followed her home in tears and recounted the events of the day, "Though he’s detestable, without him, I might have ended up worse than now. Those two men better hope I never meet them again, or I won’t let them off easily."

Xiao Ling’er squinted her eyes, "You said you were bullied by two strangers at the bar you frequent?"

"Yes, just like hooligans, they insisted on forcing me to drink..."

"Since you’re a regular there, many must know you. No one would dare provoke the Second Miss Xiao, but more people would want to avoid trouble..."

Xiao Bao’er wasn’t dumb; a light bulb went off in her mind, "So, you’re saying someone is deliberately targeting me?"

Her only enemy was Ji Yunya, and she gritted her teeth as she spoke, "Ji Yunya..."

Xiao Ling’er said helplessly, "Miss Ji doesn’t have the time nor interest to bother with you now. Do you really catch her eye?"

The only person Xiao Bao’er could think of was her. Seeing Xiao Ling’er talk like this, she couldn’t help but ask, "Then who are you saying it is?"

Xiao Ling’er glanced at the second floor, "Someone who wishes our sisters would die without a place to rest."

Xiao Bao’er followed her gaze, covered her mouth, and exclaimed, "It’s her? That wretch dare to lay such a vicious hand on me, just watch me not kill her..."

"Hold on, don’t act rashly." Xiao Ling’er spoke calmly, "She has latched onto Ling Danxiao now, and the Ling Family is not easily provoked. Ling Danxiao has invested a lot to prop her up. What do you have now to take her down? One mistake could cost the Xiao Family everything."

After their father had his incident, the Xiao Family’s situation has been deteriorating day by day, now entirely incomparable to the Ling Family. Her only way out is securing the marriage with the Yan Family.

"What to do then? Just watch that wretch roam free and complacent?" Xiao Bao’er asked unwillingly.

Xiao Zisu was quite something now, extremely popular in the entertainment circle with a stream of big endorsements and invitations flowing in, all resources pulled by Ling Danxiao. The more Xiao Bao’er thought about it, the more unwilling she felt.

Sounds of a car honking outside drew Xiao Bao’er to the window. It was Ling Danxiao’s car, dropping Xiao Zisu home. The two embraced and kissed, appearing deeply affectionate.

After watching Ling Danxiao’s car leave, Xiao Zisu turned and walked into the villa.

Seeing Xiao Bao’er in the living room, her brows raised slightly.

Xiao Bao’er ran over angrily, her eyes wide, and slapped towards Xiao Zisu, "You wretch, dare to frame me, watch me ruin your face."

Xiao Zisu effortlessly caught her outstretched hand, having at least filmed martial arts scenes and learned a few decorative moves, dealing with Xiao Bao’er, a weak girl, was a piece of cake.

"Frame? Want me to sue you for slander? You can eat randomly, but don’t speak recklessly." She ended the sentence with a dismissive wave of the hand, causing Xiao Bao’er to involuntarily step back.

"Zisu, Bao’er has a way of speaking without thinking, don’t take it to heart. I’ll teach her a good lesson when we’re home." Xiao Ling’er spoke with an understanding demeanor.

Xiao Zisu curled her lips sarcastically, "I hope big sister will keep an eye on Bao’er sister. If she goes around biting people indiscriminately, not everyone will be as accommodating as me." Finished speaking, she chicly walked upstairs in her high heels.

Xiao Bao’er’s face turned livid with anger, this wretch, ah ah ah ah...

Xiao Ling’er pulled her to the room, thought for a moment and said, "If I let you marry Ling Danxiao, would you be willing?"

Xiao Bao’er was surprised, "Ling...Ling Danxiao?" She never thought of this before.

Xiao Ling’er smiled faintly and said, "Xiao Zisu is just an actor, and a bastard child at that, with such an awkward identity, the Ling Family definitely wouldn’t agree to their only son marrying such a woman, but you’re different."

Xiao Ling’er turned to look at Xiao Bao’er, her fingers gently brushing across her cheek, "My sister, properly the Second Miss Xiao, beautiful and smart, educated and well-mannered. If it’s you, the Ling Family has no reason to refuse."

Looking at Xiao Ling’er, Xiao Bao’er suddenly felt a chilling sensation, but Xiao Ling’er’s next statement dispelled all her worries.

"My sister is so good, how can that lowly bastard compare? Sooner or later, Young Master Ling will see your goodness."

Indeed, she is the Second Miss Xiao, while Xiao Zisu is just a lowly bastard. How could she not outshine her? Just thinking of snatching Ling Danxiao from Xiao Zisu fills her with satisfaction, fantasizing about the moment Xiao Zisu becomes defeated under her hand.

"I am willing."

Xiao Ling’er smiled, gently stroking her head, "Alright, sister will make your wishes come true."

The Ling Family wouldn’t refuse, for she has the Yan Family connection behind her.

——

Yan Song had been drinking and his head felt a bit dizzy.

He didn’t return to the Yan Family but went to Meijing Tiancheng Residential Area, falling straight onto the bed.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and his body reacted quicker as he flipped off the bed, the next second, he had his gun aimed at the slender silhouette standing by the window.

In the moonlight, the person stood with their back facing him, the skirt fluttering in the breeze, exuding elegance and mystery.

Yan Song squinted his eyes and put away the gun, "Why is it you?"

The person slowly turned around, revealing a face of ambiguous gender, with a malevolent yet awe-inspiring aura, eyes like millennium-old ice gazed as if from the divine, instinctively invoking fear.

"Are you ready?" The cold voice carried no trace of emotion.

Yan Song furrowed his brows, "Now?"

"Why wait any longer?"

Mingyue turned away, speaking nonchalantly, "Miss’s matters are arranged by me, you don’t need to worry."

Yan Song’s gaze fixed on her, he asked solemnly, "Who exactly are you?"

On the tenth floor, to appear just like that without any sign, and these windows were tightly sealed, was this person a ghost?

Yan Song never believed in ghosts and spirits, but this person had far too many unexplainable qualities, as if forever shrouded in mystery, unable to be seen through.

"Wait for me a few minutes."

Yan Song picked up his phone and walked to the side, planning to give Yun Ya a call so he could leave assured.

But after calling twice, there was no answer. Yan Song closed his eyes briefly, and sent a text message.

Only then did he turn back, "Let’s go."

——

Yun Ya did not sleep well, suddenly sat up in bed, holding her head.

She looked at the time, it was only one in the morning.

Outside the window, the night was deep, she sat quietly in the darkness.

After a long while, she picked up her phone and realized there were two missed calls, both from Brother Yan.

She dialed back but found the phone was already off.

Returning to the main page, she saw an unread text message, Yun Ya opened it.

Suddenly, she covered her mouth.

——Yun Ya, I’ve left, take care of yourself, wait for my return.

The simple thirteen words spoke volumes.

Yun Ya looked at these words over and over again, each word etched into her heart.

She hugged the phone, lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, imagining he was right beside her, unconsciously drifting off to sleep.

Perhaps arriving at a strange place, feeling somewhat restless, Yun Ya woke up early.

Getting up and washing her face, Yun Ya went out for a walk. As soon as she stepped out, she saw Eighteen mysteriously appear from nowhere, "Miss, good morning."

Yun Ya smiled, "Good morning."

The morning air was fresh, especially the scenery in the mountains, exceptionally beautiful.

"Miss, look," Eighteen suddenly pointed at a tree, where a bird’s nest was about to fall apart, half exposed outside, the hatchlings chirped frantically, their calls mixed with panic.

And not far away, a patterned snake slowly approached, flicking its tongue.