A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1495 - 289: Bizarre and Dog-Blooded—Will Kill You
Pei Ying’s funeral was very low-key, only a mage was invited to perform a ritual, and things were hastily concluded. On the day Pei Ying was buried, Yan Guobai did not appear at all. As the saying goes, a day as husband and wife is the depth of love, but even this lifetime of marriage couldn’t make a wanderer mourn his deceased wife, not even for a moment.
Yan Nanrong never hated his father more than he did at this moment, even if he died, he would never call him "Dad" again.
After the seventh day, Yan Nanrong took leave to go to the border defense army. This departure might last for a long time. Before he left, he bid farewell to the old man, took Yan Si with him, and from then on, his figure was nowhere to be seen on this land of the Capital City.
The train slowly headed west, crossing mountains and seas under the setting sun, vigorously and grandly.
"Dad, where are we going?"
"To a faraway place." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
"Will we come back?"
"Maybe, maybe not..."
The man’s gaze looked out at the scenery swiftly passing by outside the window, everything was swiftly receding in his eyes. Those sweet, painful, helpless past events, all followed this setting sun, left behind on this land.
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"Why did the fourth brother act so recklessly? He originally had enormous potential for upward mobility, a bright future. With this departure, there’s no chance of returning, it’s truly a pity." Discovering that Yan Nanrong had left without a word, Yan Nanmo couldn’t help but lament.
Zhuang Xiyue consoled, "This is his own choice, we should respect him."
Yan Nanmo said, "A lot of things have been happening at home recently; just because I don’t say anything doesn’t mean I’m unaware. Yueyue, I’m sorry for your hardship."
Zhuang Xiyue smiled and said, "Do we need to say such things?"
Yan Nanmo embraced her tightly, the pressure on his shoulders was overwhelming. Sometimes he felt like he couldn’t hold on, but someone in his position was forced to move forward; if he retreated, it could lead to an abyss. Even if not for himself, for her, for this family, he would never allow himself to retreat.
"Have you had any worries lately?" Zhuang Xiyue massaged his brow, smoothing out the wrinkles there. Her gentle fingers seemed to possess some magical power, miraculously calming the anxiety in his heart.
"Nothing, maybe just too tired." He leaned on her shoulder, and soon Zhuang Xiyue heard his heavy breathing, stirring her ear.
She sighed inwardly; indeed, he was too tired.
After settling Yan Nanmo, Zhuang Xiyue turned around and left, gently tidying her hair. The ink-like hair shone like satin under the light, emitting a dazzling luster.
She knew what he was worried about. With the election approaching, Mr. Qin held the critical vote. Mr. Qin always maintained neutrality, balancing the power between the Yan Family and the Dongfang family. But now, Mr. Qin was the first to break this balance, showing his appreciation for Yan Nanmo. Outsiders might envy the Yan family’s good fortune, but they themselves knew that this was a warning...
The storm was approaching, and after it hit, could they still sit here safe and sound?
She didn’t know.
She only knew that politics was the most terrifying and cruel thing in this world.
The current situation was advancement, or retreat. Presumably, Mr. Qin also saw this point, but Mr. Qin, which side was he on?
The next morning, Yun Ya was awakened by Yan Xing’s knocking at the door.
"Sister Yun Ya, you must go see my elder sister, she’s... she’s not well." Yan Xing said incoherently.
Yun Ya threw on a coat and ran out. Early spring had warmed up considerably, but the morning was still a bit cold. By the time Yun Ya reached Meng Shujing’s room, her hands and feet were already freezing cold, but she couldn’t care less about that now.
The room was a mess, with no place to set foot. Yan Jin was disheveled, wailing like a ghost, while Meng Shujing clutched her arm, kneeling on the ground, blood streaming down her arm. She looked painfully at the crazed Yan Jin, calling out her name, while in the corner, a small figure huddled, holding their head in a tight ball.
Without thinking, Yun Ya picked up a stick by the door and walked over, swinging it at Yan Jin’s back. Yan Jin’s body swayed but she did not faint; instead, she bared her teeth, glaring at Yun Ya with a savage, fierce look.
"It’s you?" Recognizing Yun Ya as the one who knocked her out that day, clearly holding a grudge.
As she spoke, she lunged to strangle Yun Ya’s neck. Yun Ya couldn’t dodge in time and was suddenly caught by the throat. Despite being thin, the strength in her hands was enormous, and Yun Ya was struggling to breathe. She kicked Yan Jin’s stomach, causing her to breathe heavily, and with a furious determination, Yan Jin applied even more force.
