A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1439 - 281: Self-Inflicted Humiliation, Replacement

Yan Sheng saw the person coming in and his legs felt weak, trembling as he said, "Sev... Seventh Uncle...."

Yan Nangui was holding the little girl in his arms, his face pale, yet he didn’t utter a word. Yan Nangui’s cold eyes swept over Yan Sheng, and he took big strides forward, kicking him in the stomach, even harder than the last kick, but he held back a bit, knocking Yan Sheng against the wall behind him, before he slid down to the ground.

Yan Sheng clutched his stomach and rolled around on the ground, in sight of the man’s icy gaze.

"She’s just a nine-year-old child, what grudge do you have against her that makes you so cruel?"

Yan Sheng said in a trembling voice, "Seventh Uncle... I know I was wrong...."

Yan Nangui stepped on the back of Yan Sheng’s hand, grinding down hard, making Yan Sheng scream in pain.

"Remember this pain, if you bully a child again, I’ll cut off both your hands." Yan Nangui’s cold voice was like that of a demon from hell.

Yan Sheng’s face twisted in pain.

Yan Nangui withdrew his foot, disdainfully not giving him another glance, and strode off with Yan Si in his arms. The little girl’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, her face was pale, her condition was very bad, and she needed to be taken to the hospital immediately.

Yan Sheng watched Yan Nangui’s departing direction, his eyes filled with hatred.

Yan Zi’s child could not be saved, and she lost it after all.

Yan Nanrong stood in the hallway, looking through the glass window at the woman lying on the hospital bed, her face pale. Suddenly, he shouted and punched the glass, cracks spreading across the transparent window.

All the passersby looked at him in fear, and a brave nurse came over to kindly remind, "The hospital prohibits loud noises, please lower your voice...."

Yan Nanrong had been waiting in the hospital for Yan Zi to wake up. He felt he had let his mother and sister down. Countless times he paced back and forth at the door of the ward, his fingers tightly gripping his scalp, numbed by the deep pain.

He slumped in a chair, his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, past scenes flashed through his mind like a carousel.

The first time he saw Pei Xinyi, he was only twelve years old. He went to his uncle’s house with his mother and saw a little girl, six or seven years old, with two pigtails. At that time, she was standing in front of a target with a vase on her head, while the young man aimed a bow at the vase on her head.

The little girl was clearly very scared, yet stubbornly pursed her lips without making a sound. In those eyes, he saw defiance and struggle against fate.

"Hey, she’s just a child, what you’re doing is too cruel." He spoke up to stop the boy.

The boy had a pair of sinister eyes, threw the bow aside, and sneered, "Cousin wants to play the hero to save the beauty?"

His cousin had a terrible temper, headstrong and wouldn’t listen to advice at all. He himself also had a bad temper, and the two of them ended up in a fight. His cousin got beaten up pretty badly, but he too had a stubborn streak, refusing to beg for mercy no matter what.

"She’s my child bride, I can do whatever I want, what business is it of yours? You want Aunt to find you one too?"

Later he learned that she was the child bride his uncle had found for his cousin. Back then, he didn’t know what a child bride meant, just thought it sounded quite interesting.

"What is a child bride?"

"Hehe...." His cousin’s smile was something he couldn’t understand at the time, just found it very strange: "Of course, it’s a bride to warm your bed?"

His face turned red instantly, "How old is she? You shameless."

"Who needs shame? As long as I’m happy? She’s just a silly girl."

While his cousin wasn’t paying attention, the little girl ran to his side, took a handkerchief, and wiped his sweat, smiling as she said, "Big brother, thank you for speaking up for me, but please don’t do it again. If the young master finds out, he’ll only bully me more."

The little girl had rosy lips and white teeth, very adorable, and when she smiled, she revealed two sweet dimples. It was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in the world.

With one look, she was in his heart, and from then on, he hid a person in his heart.

He knew her life wasn’t good, but he had no reason to get close to her again. One day, while he was on a mission rescuing hostages, he encountered a woman who looked very much like her. That woman fell in love with him, following him with no regrets, refusing to leave even when he tried to drive her away. Later, he realized they were ultimately different, one was gentle as water, the other was passionate as fire.

Once, he had gotten drunk and, holding her, called her by that woman’s name. When he woke up, he could no longer remember, and from then on, that woman completely left his world.

At first, there was a sense of loss, but gradually he got used to it, clearly understanding his own heart. She was not a substitute, not loving her meant not loving her.