A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1553 - 301: Scheming Hearts, A Passenger in Heaven and Earth (First Update)_2
"Should we seek approval from the director?" Any mobilization of Group B must have the director’s authorization.
"No need, I’ll take full responsibility for anything." The man said firmly.
Yellow Hair hesitated for a moment, then said, "Could it be... they’ve already left the Capital City?"
"No." Yan Song said without a moment’s hesitation, "They’re still in the Capital City. Our task is to intercept them before they leave. Once they’re out, it’ll be much harder to find them."
Although Yellow Hair didn’t know where his confidence came from, he instinctively chose to trust him and nodded upon hearing this. "I’ll go arrange it right away."
With that, he turned and left.
Yan Song closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, his hands at his sides clenching into fists.
Just then, a shrill ringtone pierced the quiet night, and Yan Song opened his eyes abruptly, almost eagerly answering the call.
Yet he was disappointed, as a woman’s worried voice came from the phone: "No news of Yun Ya yet?"
"I’ve already sent people to look, mom. Don’t worry, get some rest early. I’ll bring Yun Ya home."
"How could I possibly fall asleep? Who are these heartless people who dared to kidnap Yun Ya? If I find out who they are, I won’t let those bastards go easily..." Zhuang Xiyue said indignantly, truly enraged.
Hanging up the phone, Yan Song raised a hand to his brow, gazing out the car window into the endless night, and sighed softly.
Yun Ya, where on earth are you?
"Young Master Yan." A cold voice suddenly sounded. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Yan Song looked up to see a tall figure slowly emerging from the darkness.
His brows were long and his narrow eyes were calm and profound; his androgynous face appeared strangely captivating under the changing shadows of the light.
It was Mingyue, Yun Ya’s personal bodyguard.
Mingyue stopped a step away from the car window, her clothing fluttering in the wind, exuding an elegant charm.
Yan Song squinted his eyes slightly.
"I’ll mobilize all the forces at my disposal to find Miss’s whereabouts, but before that, I must tell Young Master Yan something."
Yan Song said in a deep voice, "What do you want to say?"
"Young Master Yun Miao has been missing for two years. Does Young Master Yan know why Young Master Yun Miao disappeared?" Mingyue asked lightly.
Yan Song’s pupils contracted slightly. Before he could answer, she quickly said, "There’s nothing Miss has hidden from you. You must already know, and what’s more, with your abilities, what is there that you don’t know?" Her tone was slightly mocking. In truth, she wasn’t very satisfied with this man, who time after time placed Miss in danger, only to never be present. But this was Miss’s choice, and all she could do was respect it.
"I know." Yan Song lowered his gaze, his hands quietly clenching into fists.
What abilities does he have if he can’t even protect the person he loves?
At this moment, he was so angry that he wanted to slap himself several times.
"Queen, she is the source of all disaster. She only brings Miss pain. If you really love Miss, you know what to do."
That woman only brings pain to the siblings, and one day she’ll kill her with her own hands.
No matter how time and space change, human selfishness is unchangeable. She isn’t worthy of being a mother.
Yan Song gritted his teeth, saying in a deep voice, "I know."
"Miss could have lived freely and happily, yet for you, she stayed in that house, scheming and calculating human hearts. You know how much she hates that, yet she’s willing to change her nature for you, spending her days in the complexities of human nature."
Mingyue looked at him, her eyes icy and mocking.
These words from Mingyue’s mouth were like tearing open Yan Song’s bloody chest, causing him to close his eyes, his throat choked.
"Young Master Yan, I hope you don’t disappoint me."
Her soft voice lingered in the air, but she had already disappeared.
Mingyue gently walked along the sidewalk, the deserted streets chilling in the late night, with only the cold wind and shadows under the streetlights, and no one else.
Occasionally a car sped by, the gust stirred by its passing brushing against her face, lifting the strands of hair on her forehead, making her eyes appear deeper and more elusive.
There was the sound of fighting ahead, accompanied by screaming, so clear in the quiet night.
Mingyue walked past expressionlessly; at the street corner, three or four drunken thugs were beating up a boy, with one of them even trying to take off his pants...
The boy held his head with both hands, letting out painful groans, yet he was so frail, like a little white rabbit being targeted by a pack of grey wolves, resistance and struggle only brought more ruthless humiliation.
"Damn... I’ve never seen such a pretty boy face. With that small mouth and face, we brothers should have some fun." The leader, a man with dyed purple hair, reeked of alcohol as he unbuckled his belt, his eyes scanning the boy’s body with lewd intent.
"Exactly, that little waist is not worse than any woman’s." Another man with buck teeth smiled wickedly, reached out, and pinched the boy’s waist.
The boy was shocked, hugging himself like a frightened rabbit, looking cautiously and fearfully at the men in front of him, which only pleased them more, making them eager to ravage him fiercely...
"Do you...know who I am? My dad...my dad will kill you." Although the boy dared to speak harshly, there was no threat, and instead made the men laugh. The purple-haired man took the chance to touch the boy’s face, the smooth, tender skin feeling really good...
The boy was terrified and scared, but now all he could do was hug himself tightly, feeling regret and self-reproach inside...
"Brothers, one at a time, don’t rush, anyway, the boy can’t escape, let’s enjoy ourselves...." The purple-haired man said while lunging towards the boy.
The boy gritted his teeth and suddenly darted out. Though he was thin, his body was agile, and the men hadn’t expected this rabbit-like frail boy to dare attempt an escape?
They exchanged glances, turned with smirks, watching the boy flee in panic, eyes looking as if viewing prey fallen into their trap.
The boy stumbled forward, almost tripping at the street corner, accidentally bumping into someone. In his haste, he caught a faint, fresh scent from the person, like flowers after rain...a mix of spring bamboo and autumn maple, light, long-lasting aroma.
He looked up, accidentally locking eyes with a pair of deep, dark eyes. What kind of eyes were those, like a serene pool beneath ten layers of ice, or the frost above a snowy mountain that never melts, just one glance and it felt like his soul froze.
He stared, dumbfounded, standing frozen in place as if in a trance.
That person furrowed their long eyebrows. When she did that, it was like brewing a silent storm, making one’s heart suddenly clench.
The cold gaze swept over him, finding no emotion within those eyes, so cold it was frightening, as if she was merely a passerby in the world, leaving no trace of anything or anyone in her sight.
Then she lifted her long leg and, catching him off guard, kicked him away...
