A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1660 - 347: Two Tricks Up the Sleeve, Holding Back (Part 2)
"Seventh Master." The woman’s hoarse voice sounded behind him.
The man paused slightly, turning his head to glance.
The woman’s fingers rested on her neckline, her fingertips trembling as she undid the buttons one by one, her gaze filled with unwavering determination.
He raised an interested eyebrow.
The clothes slipped to the ground.
Under the light, the young body glowed with a jade-like luster and emitted an enchanting fragrance.
The woman approached him step by step, kneeling in front of him, reaching out to undo his belt.
Slim wrists were suddenly held fast. She looked up, from her angle, the man’s face appeared especially tall in the backlight, his dark eyes deep and enigmatic, like a whirlpool, pulling her spirit into it.
"Are you sure?"
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"No regrets?"
She shook her head.
The man’s eyebrows slightly raised.
He picked up the clothes and draped them over her, then turned and walked out.
She froze, not understanding what he meant.
The man turned his head and cast her a glance: "Aren’t you coming?"
She hurriedly ran after him.
Upon leaving the bar, she caught those companions’ sympathetic yet grateful glances.
Pressing her lips together, she jogged to catch up with the person in front.
The car stopped at the hotel entrance; it turned out he was taking her to a hotel.
In the top VIP suite, the man took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and went to the bathroom.
Before long, the man walked out wrapped in a towel, his physique strong and solid, numerous scars on his chest, some older, the most severe near his heart.
She suddenly felt uneasy, the man walked over, poured a glass of red wine, and said lightly: "Aren’t you taking a bath?"
She immediately stood up, rushed into the bathroom in a panic; the man glanced at her back and smiled faintly.
That night, the only memory left for her was pain, tormenting her to the point of death.
Opening her eyes, her mind went blank for a moment. She thought for a long time before slowly sitting up from the bed, pain making her face turn pale.
The room was a mess, enough to prove last night’s frenzy.
Her body was covered with scars of varying sizes, she finally understood why those companions looked at her with such expressions.
If given a chance to do it over, she would still choose the same.
Her gaze shifted and landed on the bedside table, where lay a check with a string of six zeros after the number.
The bathroom door opened from inside, the man walked out, neatly dressed. Seeing her awake, he raised an eyebrow: "A servant will bring breakfast later, leave after you finish."
After speaking, he raised his hand and checked his watch: "I have something to deal with, I’ll leave now."
After speaking, he was about to leave.
"Ji Rouen."
The woman suddenly spoke.
"My name."
The man paused his step, "Ji?" He murmured.
Sensitive to the surname, he looked at the woman more closely; delicate and petite, not particularly beautiful but her clear, pure temperament along with her stubborn brows were captivating.
Suppressing the emotions in his eyes, he nodded to indicate he understood.
He stepped out of the room.
It wasn’t until the man’s silhouette completely disappeared, that she got out of bed, and her knees almost buckled when her feet touched the ground.
"Savage man." She cursed under her breath as she cautiously moved to the bathroom.
After bathing and breakfast, she was about to leave when the cleaning staff called her: "Miss, is this yours?"
The cleaner held a wallet.
A black folding leather wallet, only men would use this style.
It should be his belonging, she nodded and said: "My boyfriend’s, give it to me."
She handed the wallet to the hotel lobby; they wouldn’t let her leave without providing contact information, so she left a phone number and was finally allowed to depart.
Yan Nangui sat in the car, his subordinate handed over all the information on this woman immediately.
He took it, flipping through quickly.
Ji Rouen, 18 years old, Yunzhou resident, orphaned young, lived with her great-aunt who got uremia two years ago, requiring high medical costs. Despite her excellent grades, facing imminent college entrance exams, she decisively dropped out to work, no criminal records or bad habits, the data shows she is truly a strong, independent, kind, and upwardly mobile girl.
"Keep investigating."
He never believed in coincidences without reason.
Ji? The image of Ji Yunya emerged in his thoughts, his gaze gradually deepening.
"Sir, this is the message just conveyed from above, please have a look."
Frowning as he took a look, suddenly his brows relaxed and he smiled faintly.
"This is getting more and more interesting."
"Seeing you once is really not easy." Suddenly, a cold voice rang in his ear.
Raising an eyebrow, he looked over to see a side window of a nearby car slowly descending, revealing a man’s cold and handsome profile. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
"Ah Song, I wonder why you’re seeking me?" Yan Nangui asked with a smile.
"Always lingering among women, I don’t know how you’ve stabilized your position?" Yan Song scoffed coldly.
"Oh, would you like to try?" Yan Nangui replied with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
The car entered a military training base, drove onto a large playground, the two got out, Yan Nangui shook his neck, ready to pounce.
Yan Song took off his jacket and threw it to the ground, approaching him step by step.
"Last time I went easy on you, this time you won’t have such luck."
"Then give it your all." Yan Song sneered coldly, swift as the wind, his punches fierce.
Last time, Yan Nangui indeed held back; otherwise, Yan Song wouldn’t have so easily beaten him, Yan Nangui purposely concealed his strength, he was the one most deeply hidden in this family.
Even Yan Song was fooled by him.
With roots in the sharpest special forces, unlike the embroidered pillow last time, this time Yan Song was beaten repeatedly, suddenly a long leg struck horizontally, carrying a fierce gust, Yan Song raised his arm to block, stepping back and suddenly halting.
He pressed his bruised lips and sneered, "You’ve got some skills."
Suddenly bursting forth, launching a fierce attack.
In the end, both were covered in wounds, yet a victor was not determined, and they fell to the ground together.
Yan Nangui half-supported his body, "You’re pretty good, I saw it last time, better than your dad."
Yan Song coldly glanced at him: "I don’t have time for nonsense with you, here’s your appointment, do you want to read it yourself or should I?"
He shook the document in his hand.
Yan Nangui raised an eyebrow: "Not even started and you’re already putting on the leader’s airs, pretty good, just like your dad in that aspect."
"Yan Nangui, please respect the discipline, this is not a place for fooling around." Yan Song’s voice was cold and stern, commanding.
Yan Nangui shrugged his shoulders, suddenly stood upright, his back straight as a gun.
Nephew turned superior, such feeling, made Yan Nangui immensely frustrated, hating that old fox Duan Tiande.
After the announcement, Yan Song coldly looked at him: "Do you disagree?"
Yan Nangui laughed: "How could I dare."
"Seventh Uncle, I know you secretly disagree with me, but let me tell you, standing in this position, I will definitely live up to this responsibility."
Yan Nangui smiled at him: "I believe."
"Now there is a top secret mission that needs carrying out, if you’re not up to it, I won’t force you."
"You’re playing riddles with me now, speak, I’m listening."
Yan Song glanced around, turned and got into the car, Yan Nangui tidied his messy hair, walked over, and got into the car.
