A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1494 - 289: Bizarre and Dog-Blooded—Will Kill You
"Hmph... little traitor, I won’t talk to her anymore in the future."
Yun Ya looked at Yan Xing’s youthful face filled with ignorance, smiled, and shook her head. Sometimes knowing nothing is a kind of happiness.
"Xingxing, come over to give a hand and carry your big sister back." Meng Shujing gestured to Yan Xing.
Yan Xing hurried over and helped Meng Shujing carry the unconscious Yan Jin away.
"Xuanxuan, quickly follow your granny."
Meng Shujing shouted to the child standing in a daze, and the child looked at Yun Ya, then suddenly ran with small steps to catch up with Meng Shujing, tugging at her clothes and following along, looking adorable and endearing.
Yun Ya watched, suddenly smiled, and turned to enter Zhuang Xiyue’s room.
When Zhuang Xiyue heard Meng Shujing had returned, she wanted to go see her, but Yun Ya stopped her saying, "Aunt has brought Big Sister back this time, but Big Sister seems to have been through hard times over the years. If I hadn’t stopped her just now, Sixth Aunt would have been bitten by her. Let’s hold off on Huahua’s matters for now; I’m afraid the successive blows may be too much for Aunt."
Zhuang Xiyue said incredulously, "How did it come to this?"
She had heard that Yan Jin married a family that once held high positions in Country Hua and immigrated abroad after marriage. Zhuang Xiyue didn’t know much about their family background or character, but it was said to be reliable. How could things suddenly turn out like this?
"Aunt Zhuang, don’t worry, it shouldn’t be anything too serious." Meng Shujing was not anxious, clearly accustomed to such situations.
Zhuang Xiyue rubbed her brow, sighed, and said, "It’s been one wave after another for the Yan Family lately, truly never a moment of peace."
Yun Ya smiled and massaged her shoulders, applying just the right pressure, bringing full body relief to Zhuang Xiyue.
Pei Ying’s condition deteriorated rapidly, perhaps having lost the will to live, she declined at an overwhelming pace, and in just a few days, she seemed to have aged twenty years. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
The last person she saw before dying wasn’t her son or grandson but a nephew from her maiden family.
Pei Qinghan once again stepped into the doors of the Yan Family.
Once he went in, everyone from the Yan family’s fourth branch waited at the door. Yan Nanrong looked worn and haggard, Yan Si stood beside him with red eyes, appearing listless.
Yan Nangui alone, dressed in flamboyant red, looked rakish and misaligned with the somber atmosphere of the small courtyard.
Almost all of the Yan family’s younger generation was gathered here, Yun Ya included, observing her surroundings quietly and saying nothing.
Yin Suhua took Zhuang Xiyue aside for some unknown discussion, leaving Yun Ya alone, suddenly feeling a warm breath by her ear. Yun Ya instinctively stepped back, leaning against a pillar, noticing a man in red with an alluring, coy smile, as mesmerizing as a poppy.
"I happened to have something on your engagement day and couldn’t make it. I heard something big happened that day. It’s a pity I didn’t witness it myself."
Yun Ya narrowed her eyes, "Seventh Uncle, it’s a public place, please mind your status. Or are you implying the last beating wasn’t hard enough?"
Yan Nangui touched his face lightly and hissed, taking a few steps back.
"I heard that someone with the last name Pei acknowledged you as a sister? Ha ha... there’s no such thing as brothers and sisters of the opposite sex in this world. I think Ah Song’s vinegar pot might just tip over this time." Yan Nangui gloated.
Yun Ya sneered, "Seventh Uncle, instead of concerning yourself with others, you’d better take care of yourself. Lest the geese start biting back."
Yan Nangui curled his lips, "Can I take that as you’re being concerned about me?"
Yun Ya’s eyes turned cold, cursing inwardly at his frivolity, thinking Brother Yan hadn’t taught him a thorough lesson last time; this person seemed to forget the pain after the wound healed.
Just as Yun Ya was about to get angry, Yan Nangui suddenly took a few steps back, putting some distance between them, just as Pei Qinghan opened the door and came out, attracting everyone’s gaze.
Pei Qinghan said plainly, "Aunt... has passed away."
Yan Nanrong let out a loud cry and knelt to the ground with a thud.
Cries filled the courtyard instantly.
Yun Ya closed her eyes, thinking about karmic retribution and the cycle of nature.
As for what Pei Ying said to Pei Qinghan, nobody knew.
"Cousin, please accept my condolences." Pei Qinghan bent down to help Yan Nanrong, and as the saying goes, men don’t cry easily, not until they are truly heartbroken. Although Pei Ying was not that loving toward Yan Nanrong, she was still the mother who raised him, and Yan Nanrong’s grief was imaginable.
Pei Qinghan patted him on the shoulder, sighed, and his gaze shifted to Yun Ya in the crowd, with a faint smile that disappeared as quickly as it appeared, like it was never there.
