A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1457 - 283: Accept Fate and Preserve Yourself (Part 7)

"Seventh Uncle, what did he say to you?" Yan Si asked after Juncheng left.

Yan Nangui smiled and said, "Shall I take you to the amusement park?"

Yan Si shook her little head, her pigtails swinging in the air: "No, that’s for little kids. I’ve grown up. Seventh Uncle, your eyes tell me that you think I’m pitiful."

Yan Nangui was momentarily stunned, then chuckled: "What are you thinking about in that little head of yours?"

"I don’t need your sympathy," the young girl said, suddenly turning around and running out.

Her long legs ran swiftly, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Yan Nangui quickly chased after her, instructing Juncheng, "Quick, go find her and bring her back."

Rumors outside were rampant, and if the girl heard them, she’d probably cry.

It had been several days since Yan Si had seen her parents. She stood in the empty room, crying her heart out. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Yan Nangui came in, holding her in his arms, but she struggled fiercely: "Let me go, I don’t need your pity..."

"Little girl, where does your stubbornness come from? Your parents have something to handle, so they’ve entrusted me to take care of you for a few days. Right now, I’m your guardian, so you’d better behave. Otherwise, I won’t pamper you like your parents do — if you need to be punished, you will be."

Yan Nangui’s stern demeanor was indeed quite intimidating, causing Yan Si to shrink her neck, tears still hanging on her face, not cute at all.

Yan Nangui’s heart softened, and he gently patted her head before turning and walking out.

Yan Guobai was upset due to the recent string of family issues. Everywhere he went, he felt as if others were laughing at him, so he returned home to drink away his sorrows. Thinking about how he’d lived so long but achieved nothing only made him more annoyed, and the more annoyed he got, the more he thought.

Li Xiaoxiao accompanied him as he drank, her gentle demeanor quite captivating. Yan Guobai liked her; this girl was insightful and a bit clever, often understanding his thoughts, which endeared her to him even more.

"Sir, as they say, ’raising a glass to dispel sorrow only adds to it,’ drinking too much is harmful to your health. You should drink less."

"Pour it," Yan Guobai said, holding up his empty glass, his gaze unfocused and hazy.

Li Xiaoxiao’s eyes flashed slightly as she filled his glass again. Yan Guobai drained it in one go, beginning his drunken ramblings, "All my life, I’ve been destined to live in my elder brother’s shadow... ha... haha... Dad favored him, even Mom was most fond of him, even she... was devoted to him and looked down on me. Why? What’s wrong with me?"

Li Xiaoxiao listened gently, a quiet listener.

Every time Yan Guobai got drunk, he would say these nonsensical things, but once sober, he’d forget everything, which is how Li Xiaoxiao knew that deep down, he was still a romantic. And the person in his heart was, of course, Mu Ziling, renowned in the capital back then, who was nominally his older brother’s wife.

"I’ve loved you since childhood, wholeheartedly devoted to you, but why do you only have eyes for my brother? What am I to you?"

"Is it just that I don’t have my brother’s talent, his good looks, or his way of making you laugh?"

He didn’t care when he drank, yelling and screaming madly.

Li Xiaoxiao helplessly said, "You can’t drink anymore, Fourth Brother...."

Yan Guobai suddenly looked up, his drunken eyes wide with expanding pupils: "What did you call me?"

She smiled gently, looking so tender and lovely under the light: "Fourth Brother, drinking is bad for your health, you shouldn’t drink anymore."

He looked at the woman in disbelief, the light casting a soft glow over her entire figure, and the world felt like it receded in an instant, leaving only her in his sight.

He slowly stretched out his hand, brushing her cheek: "Ziling Sister, is it really you?"

"Fourth Brother, I died so wronged..." The woman said, wiping her tears with her sleeve.

His heart twisted sharply at her words — he couldn’t bear to see her cry: "Who killed you? Tell me?"

"It was your sister-in-law, she poisoned the medication I was taking to induce labor, causing me and my child to die together, separating me and Brother Mao forever. I knew she always liked Brother Mao, but I didn’t expect she’d resort to such maliciousness. I died so unjustly... Fourth Brother, you must avenge me and the child... or else I won’t be able to reincarnate in the afterlife and will become a wandering ghost through the ages...."

The sorrowful, mournful voice filled with both sobs and accusations spread searing pain in his heart.

The woman’s figure suddenly became blurred. He desperately reached out, but could only grasp at emptiness, finally being engulfed by darkness.

Li Xiaoxiao coldly watched as Yan Guobai passed out, exerting great effort to move him onto the bed.

Everything hinges on this one move.

She turned to look at the wine glass on the table, her hand subconsciously falling to her lower abdomen, her eyes deep with thought.