A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1589 - 316: Wishful Thinking, Magnanimity (Part 1)

"What’s wrong with you? You’ve been pacing back and forth, it’s making my head spin."

Li Xiaoxiao said, raising her hand to rub her forehead.

Yan Guobai stopped in his tracks and suddenly turned to look at Li Xiaoxiao: "I’m doomed this time, Lao San won’t let me go...."

Li Xiaoxiao exclaimed, "What on earth happened?"

A flicker of sarcasm flashed through her eyes; overcome by lust, he deserves it...

Yan Guobai paced around the room, but seeing Li Xiaoxiao’s worried gaze, he couldn’t bring himself to speak. Could he possibly tell her that he had tricked Yan Nanmo for another woman?

He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

"Anyway, Lao San won’t let me go this time...." Yan Guobai muttered to himself.

Li Xiaoxiao smiled slightly: "Why would there be overnight hatred between an uncle and his nephew? Surely Third Master won’t blame you. Even if he is angry, just go and apologize, and I’m sure his anger will subside...."

"You don’t understand...." Yan Guobai muttered, a look of worry on his face.

"I just know that it takes the person who tied the bell to untie it. Whatever caused the rift between you and Third Master, address it from there. Once his anger subsides, you’ll still be uncle and nephew, bones can be broken but still attached to the tendon. There’s no overnight hatred between an uncle and his nephew, right?"

Yan Guobai’s eyes lit up, and he clutched Li Xiaoxiao’s shoulders, laughing: "You’re right, Xiaoxiao, you truly are my treasure...."

Li Xiaoxiao curved her lips, "I only want the best for you, sir...."

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In the middle of the night, seeing Li Xiaoxiao asleep, Yan Guobai got up from the bed, dressed, and walked out.

Li Xiaoxiao propped herself halfway up, her gaze dark and deep.

She put on her clothes and quietly followed.

Like a thief, Yan Guobai walked while observing his surroundings until he reached a door, knocking gently.

Soon a cautious female voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

"It’s me."

The latch clicked open, and Yan Guobai slipped inside.

Li Xiaoxiao hid under the eaves, staring at the door, biting her lower lip hard.

Shameless, sneaking around in the middle of the night... she still harbored a sliver of hope for Yan Guobai, hoping he’d genuinely have a change of heart so that they could live together well.

With that thought, she quietly moved a bit closer and leaned against the door, listening to the sounds inside.

"Don’t touch me." Yan Guobai’s cold voice came through.

Li Xiaoxiao smirked, imagining the vixen’s face turning pale at that moment.

"Fourth Master... what’s wrong with you?" the voice alluringly seductive, yet with a hint of pitifulness, truly making one’s heart itch.

Especially with the woman currently wearing a lace nightgown, her sexy figure faintly visible. Under the light, her features were both pure and coquettish, especially the tear mole under her left eye, adding a touch of moving charm to her, a woman no man could probably refuse.

Yan Guobai suddenly turned his head away.

Di Bailu’s eyes flickered with sarcasm, but her face bore a trace of melancholy, gracefully walking towards him.

"Fourth Master... I know you resent me in your heart, but I couldn’t help it. I fell in love with him at first sight... but now I realize how foolish I was... haha... my infatuation was just a joke in others’ eyes...." Such sorrowful tone inexplicably arousing a sense of pity.

In the presence of beauty, Yan Guobai was a bit moved, but thinking of his purpose for coming, he steadied his mind again.

"Stop talking. This time, it’s my fault toward Lao San. You’re coming with me to apologize. Although this went too far, fortunately, it didn’t result in a major disaster. There’s room for redemption...." Yan Guobai’s tone allowed no dispute.

Di Bailu’s eyes flashed coldly, but her face showed a mournful expression: "Okay... I’m willing to apologize to Third Master. After all, I was confused. I will also follow auntie’s advice and return to my hometown, never to appear before you again...."

Her obedient demeanor further elicited Yan Guobai’s pity. Admiration for a gentle beauty is only natural. He couldn’t help but blame Lao San’s ruthlessness. Such a beauty passionate and unwavering for him, not only unmoved, but also so heartless, made a man like Yan Guobai, who cherished the fairer sex, deeply displeased.

"But Fourth Master...." Di Bailu suddenly raised her eyes, her beautiful eyes misty and entrancing.

"Before I leave, there’s one more thing I must do."

As she spoke, she stood up, step by step approaching Yan Guobai, her nightgown slipping to the floor, revealing skin as white as snow, dazzling under the light.

Yan Guobai felt a rush of blood to his head, faced with that bare skin, his mind went blank...