A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1679 - 357: When the Boat Reaches the Bridge, Rear Concerns Dissolve
The room fell utterly silent, Qiao Bowen widened his eyes, staring at the ceiling, and after a long time, he sighed heavily.
"I haven’t dreamed of you for so many years, I’ve almost forgotten your appearance, until I saw her, your face became clear again in my memory..."
"I’m sorry..."
He tightly gripped the hairpin, letting its sharp edges pierce into his palm, and closed his eyes.
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Yun Ya returned to the room, took a shower, and came out drying her damp hair.
Standing in front of the window, looking at the vast night outside, her eyes gradually turned misty.
She had a feeling, the person Qiao Bowen talked about might be her grandmother.
She had no pictures of her grandmother, she didn’t know what her grandmother looked like; she only vaguely remembered her grandfather once casually mentioned that she resembled her grandmother in appearance, a remark she kept in her heart.
She found it strange that she knew nothing about her grandmother, except that she had heard her grandmother died of illness after giving birth to Ji Lanyi, and all these years her grandfather never remarried, preserving himself for her grandmother like a precious stone. His deep affection provoked another woman, leading to a series of tragic events.
What she knew about her grandmother, she learned from Yun Shu, but this woman hated her grandmother to the core, so her words couldn’t be fully trusted.
Yun Ya thought of Brother Yan’s grandmother, thought of that legendary treasure said to be as wealthy as a nation, thought of Qiao Bowen’s gaze, and felt even more perplexed, as if surrounded by an endless fog...
Maybe only Doctor Hua knew the truth. He not only knew her great-grandfather, knew Qiao Bowen, but also knew her grandfather, and even her master’s acceptance of her as a disciple was within his expectations. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Forget it, thinking too much is useless, the boat will straighten when it reaches the bridge.
Yun Ya wrapped herself in the quilt and went to sleep.
But Yan Song couldn’t sleep soundly; this operation involved too much, with meticulous planning, it must be accomplished without a hitch.
Now that Yun Ya was with Qiao Bowen, his worries were somewhat eased.
Yellow Hair pushed open the door and walked in quickly: "Everything is arranged perfectly."
Yan Song glanced at his watch, it was midnight, a time when many were indulging in debauchery or playing a game of chess with the God of Dreams?
It was the time of day when people were most relaxed, the best time to act.
"After so much planning, we’ve been waiting for this day."
"Action," Yan Song instructed in a deep voice.
The two heavy syllables seemed to ignite the fuse of a bomb, gradually consuming the grass line... just waiting for the right moment to explode.
By then it might not just be the turmoil of a single country, that simple.
Meanwhile, arrest operations were unfolding nationwide, with some people asleep, some getting drunk in bars, some working hard... without warning, when handcuffs were snapped on their wrists, they hadn’t even reacted.
They thought they were dreaming.
Such innocent eyes, as if they truly were innocent.
This operation inevitably caused a stir domestically, but was quickly suppressed by forceful means, unknown to outsiders, though the sensitives basically realized, the day was about to change.
"The operation was successfully completed, a total of one hundred and twenty-one were captured, not one escaped, now all are detained, awaiting trial."
"Our people found a variety of evidence in those people’s homes, sufficient to prove their identities."
"Very good." Yan Song curled his lips into a smile, finally winning back a round, before his father’s successful election, these people should lay low for a while.
This operation was unexpected, with no leaks at all, which was the reason for its success, catching the opposite side off guard. At this stage, nothing major should stir within the country.
"All our people were captured overnight, and so far, we’ve had a communication blackout, unable to gather specific information."
"What?" the man asked incredulously.
Realizing the situation, he quickly made a call to report to his superior.
The directive received was to withdraw.
With lightning speed, they withdrew from the Hua Country market, if not for well-informed sources pulling them out, none would have escaped.
The country temporarily restored peace.
"I will be leaving for a while, so I’ll leave the house to you."
In the bar, Yan Song swirled the red wine, speaking in a deep voice.
That handsome face, cold demeanor, gained a touch of mysterious nobility in the bar’s dazzling lights, drawing all the women’s eyes, with many secretly admiring him.
"Where to?" Yan Nangui raised an eyebrow slightly, with a charming and alluring smile that stole women’s souls.
The contrast in temperament between the two men was stark, yet both were top-notch handsome men...
The women around were practically drooling.
Yan Song didn’t speak, he picked up his glass and drained it in one go.
"Your beautiful fiancée, can you be at ease? What if while you’re away, someone elopes with her? Who will you cry to then?" Yan Nangui laughed.
Yan Song gave him a cold glance: "If they have a death wish, they can try."
The murderous intent exuded from him was enough to make one shiver with fear.
"With that attitude of yours, you’ve got the guts but not the courage."
Yan Nangui couldn’t help but laugh, raising his glass to him: "Wishing you success in both the battlefield and love life."
Yan Song gave a mocking laugh, pulled a few hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, tossed them on the bar, and waved a hand to him: "I’m off..., can you stand this place? The smell here is nauseating."
With those words, he turned and left.
A beautiful woman deliberately bumped into Yan Song, wearing heavy makeup, a low-cut short skirt, exuding a strong air of cheapness, letting out a delicate hum as she deliberately fell into Yan Song.
Yan Song swiftly spun around, and the woman missed and fell flat on her face.
Yan Song spared her no glance, coldly huffed and left.
Yan Nangui couldn’t help but laugh, this nephew really doesn’t... understand tenderness at all.
The woman scrambled up, both angry and upset, fiercely glaring at his departing figure: "Insensitive jerk... it’s a favor I took a liking to you...."
Her gaze shifted and landed on the man drinking at the bar, she brightened up, this man was no less impressive than the previous one, though he was clearly a seasoned lover...
"Sir, are you alone?"
The woman flipped her long hair, swinging her figure sensuously as she approached.
"What do you think?"
Even his voice was so pleasant, the woman was delighted, as those words usually meant there was a chance, her eyes roamed over him, growing brighter.
Big spender, from his suit to tie to watch, all were of high standards.
"The night is long, surely it must be lonely to be alone, why don’t I join you for a drink?" Have a drink, and who knows where it might lead.
The man curled his lips into a seductive smile, making the woman’s face flush and her heart race.
The man turned his eyes to her, those eyes like X-rays, making her feel exposed, she couldn’t help but give an awkward smile: "Sir...?"
"A whore like you, who’s been around, isn’t clean enough for me!"
The woman’s face turned pale, just about to curse, but the man cast a chilling glance her way: "Scram."
She scurried off in an instant.
Unexpectedly, a women’s face suddenly flashed across his mind, and he couldn’t help but smile. He pulled a slip of paper from his wallet, with a string of numbers written on it.
His fingers slowly rubbed over the slip, sensuously as if caressing her face...
He dialed the number, and after two rings, it connected.
