A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 2126: Chapter 513: Probably Went Crazy, Might as Well Destroy Everything (2)

Over time, Yun Ya’s knees became almost numb. Yan Song noticed her discomfort and quietly held her hand, "Why don’t you go to the back and rest for a while? I’ll handle things here."

Yun Ya shook her head, returning a steadfast look, "I can hold on."

Yan Song looked at her with pity, gripping her hand tightly.

Uncle Chen entered without drawing any attention, locking eyes with Yun Ya. Yan Song started to stand, but Yun Ya pulled him back and whispered, "Let me go and check."

Zhuang Xiyue was overwhelmed with grief all day, consumed by tears. Uncle Chen wanted to ask something of her but couldn’t bring himself to say it, so he turned to Yun Ya for help.

"Uncle Chen, what’s the matter?" Yun Ya asked quietly as she walked to a secluded spot with him.

"Miss Liang is here. Mr. Yan previously instructed that aside from those on the list, no one else is allowed in. Naturally, Miss Liang is included in those not permitted. It seems like there’s no chance between them anymore."

"She wouldn’t listen to me. Miss Ji, as fellow women, you might find it easier to speak to her. Could you try to persuade her?" Uncle Chen’s tone was slightly regretful; Miss Liang was a very good woman, such a pity...

Yun Ya nodded, "Sure."

This was why Uncle Chen approached Yun Ya instead of Mr. Yan, Yan Nanmo, or the two cousins; conversations between women are often more manageable.

Liang Wenwan stood quietly, watching as the woman emerged from the mourning hall in a black dress, her skin appearing creamy and her refined features enhanced by her hair styled elegantly, a small white flower tucked behind her ear, adding freshness and grace.

With delicate willow-like beauty and enchanting appearance, she was stunningly unforgettable.

"Miss Liang, I didn’t think you’d come." Yun Ya observed the slightly changed Liang Wenwan, not seen in days, speaking gently and civilly.

Liang Wenwan smiled self-deprecatingly, glancing toward the mourning hall, "I just wanted to see Aunt Zhuang...."

"You’ve seen her now; it’s best you leave, or if my cousin sees you..." Yun Ya sighed, feeling some regret it had come to this.

Sadness flickered in her eyes as Liang Wenwan spoke bitterly, "He’d probably have me quickly kicked out, afraid I’d taint his mother’s memorial."

"Cousin... simply has no choice." Not being directly involved, Yun Ya couldn’t genuinely empathize or say consoling words without seeming detached.

"I understand him, so I’m just here to see; I didn’t go in, considering it my final farewell to Aunt Zhuang."

Liang Wenwan looked at the girl before her, "Do you know? I really envy you...."

This kind of life is probably what every woman dreams of and envies, she’s no exception.

Yun Ya paused, then smiled, a smile Liang Wenwan found peculiar, filled with irony and a hint of melancholy, leaving an uneasy feeling.

Why would a young woman with such promising life possess such a sorrowful smile?

Envy her life?

Everyone only sees her glamorous appearance, successful career, and fulfilling love, what every woman dreams of having. Yet, who knows how much unknown pain and bitterness are hidden beneath this magnificent façade.

Her life was destined from the start, not allowing for regrets; she doesn’t even have the right to regret. Despite everything, she has persevered, grateful someone pulled her from Hell when she walked alone.

Brother Yan is the sunshine she has pursued all her life.

Having struggled in Hell, Yun Ya understands Liang Wenwan better, realizing how losing everything can drive someone insane, yet she stands before her now, speaking calmly, undoubtedly strong.

"You and my cousin were fated but not meant to be; I wish you happiness in the future." Such consolation seems weak, but it’s all Yun Ya can offer now.

Happiness?

Liang Wenwan gave a bitter smile; her happiness was buried along with Zhuang Fanxing’s death.

For her, happiness is now a distant dream.

"Thank you."

And: "I’m sorry."

Yun Ya looked at her puzzled, as Liang Wenwan turned and departed; her slender figure receding, her spine straight despite life’s challenges seemingly unable to crush her determination.

Yun Ya never expected to hear news of Liang Wenwan like this again, so tragically....

The memorial service ended peacefully, timing chosen for Zhuang Fanxing’s burial—laid to rest in the cemetery’s best spot, amidst mountains and waters, resting peacefully.

At some point, a drizzle began; the rain sounded like someone’s tears, the gray sky filled with endless loneliness and oppression, burdening hearts with melancholy.

The wind lifted her skirt hem, making Yun Ya feel cold. Yan Song held an umbrella over her head, placing his jacket around her and pulling her close.

Ruan Songxi knelt before Zhuang Fanxing’s gravestone, kowtowing respectfully three times.

Zhuang Fanxing’s muffled cries were drowned by the rain.

Yan Nanmo held an umbrella, silently keeping her close.

After everyone left, a plainly dressed woman in her forties or fifties approached the grave, placing a bouquet of lilies, her weathered eyes calmly gazing at the black and white photo on the monument.

"I’m late."

She crouched, speaking with a tone seemingly carefree like talking to an old friend, suppressed with sorrow and regret.

"I should have come much earlier, but my selfishness and cowardice kept me waiting until now, and I never managed to wait for you...."

"I’m sorry... please forgive my selfishness."

"He never broke your promises, never did; the one he loves, all along, has only ever been you...."

The rain drizzled on, quickly drowning out her soft murmurs.

"In heaven, you must have already met him...."

"Hopefully, next life, you two will find happiness...."

——

A week later, the Ruan Group announced a statement in the newspaper, declaring that the group’s president, Ruan Songxi, citing irreconcilable differences, was dissolving his marriage with the Liang Group’s Miss Liang Wenwan, each going their separate ways from then on.

The statement sparked widespread reactions, causing a stir in both the business and entertainment circles.

Ruan Songxi, having recently secured his position, eagerly booted the Liang Family, never changing his playboy nature—Miss Liang surely deserved pity.

Speculations arose, noting how soon after Lady Ruan’s death Ruan Songxi ended his engagement with Liang Wenwan, supporting rumors that Lady Ruan’s death might be connected with Liang Wenwan. Given Ruan Songxi’s previous ruthless methods, no one dared openly discuss these conjectures, merely surmising privately.

Liang Group quickly responded with a statement that was dry and faultless, claiming genuine discord in emotions leading to the engagement’s dissolution.

Recently, Liang Taisheng was overwhelmed with investigations, having no spare energy for these matters; his response issued via the company’s PR department left him momentarily stunned before he laughed.

"It’s good; such a no-good man doesn’t deserve my Wanwan."

For some reason, that smile made the secretary’s spine shiver slightly as they responded according to protocol and turned away to leave.

Liang Taisheng sat pondering at length, fingers tapping the desk as he stared at his phone, hesitating momentarily before dialing out.

"Wanwan, that Ruan Songxi truly is worthless. You begged me back then to agree to your marriage, and this man didn’t even consult with me before unilaterally issuing a statement, isn’t that just a slap to my face? Do you realize how many people are secretly laughing at our Liang Family now?"

"Things have come to this; there’s nothing left to say." Liang Wenwan’s serene voice came through the phone.

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