A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 2159: Chapter 531: Growing Old Together, Never Abandoning

"Yeah, call the police..." Mo Pianpian trembled as she took out her phone and dialed 110.

To her disappointment, the other side was well-prepared, choosing a remote location out of the camera’s reach. Moreover, they were likely experienced, as the police couldn’t find a single clue, and An Ying vanished without a trace.

When An Ying woke up, she was in a dimly lit room. She struggled a bit only to find her hands and feet were bound, and the scene before she lost consciousness flashed in her mind like a nightmare.

She had been kidnapped.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when the room’s door was opened from the outside, and faint footsteps echoed clearly. An Ying groggily lifted her head to see a young boy in white clothes slowly approaching. He looked very young, slender and tall, with a cherubic smile like a spring breeze on his face, but for some reason, it gave her a chilling illusion.

The boy walked step by step to her, squatted down to look at her eye-to-eye, with that clear smile as clean as a neighborhood kid.

"Who are you?" she asked warily.

The room’s light came on, illuminating the gloom in the boy’s eyes, as well as the room’s furnishings.

This must be a suite in a five-star hotel; for them to dare so boldly to kidnap her and enter a five-star hotel, their identity must be extraordinary.

She rummaged through her mind, trying to recall when exactly she had offended such people.

The boy chuckled lightly: "Don’t know me, huh? But you must know my sister. After all, if you could bribe someone to tamper with her food, you must be her enemy."

An Ying’s eyes widened incredulously: "You... you’re Ning Zijin’s brother?"

The boy snapped his fingers loudly: "Correct, I’m someone who holds grudges. You wanted to harm my sister, so it’s like harming me. Have you thought about how you want to die?"

The boy played with a sharp little knife between his slender fingers; its glinting blade was like a scythe of death, gradually cutting away An Ying’s sanity.

"No... it wasn’t me, it wasn’t," An Ying shook her head.

"If it wasn’t you, then why did you admit it just now? You know, I hate people who dare to do something but not admit it," the boy mocked with a sneer, his tone full of contempt.

As the knife drew close to her neck, An Ying shrieked sharply: "I know I was wrong, please spare me, I won’t dare again."

"Oh... won’t dare again? If you dare to mess with my people, be prepared for a fate worse than death." The blade drew nearer, reflecting the deep fear and despair in An Ying’s eyes.

Five minutes later, a white handkerchief polished the boy’s fingers inch by inch; his handsome brows were as cold as a frozen river.

"Third Young Master, it’s not advisable to linger here any longer; the police will be arriving soon... let’s leave at once," Jing He spoke quietly.

"Clean up and retreat." With those words, he left without looking back.

Yun Ya saw overwhelming reports online the next morning. The feud spanning two generations ultimately implicated an innocent child. Yun Ya wasn’t a Saint, but she couldn’t help feeling a tinge of pity for the girl’s birth.

But all this was too distant from her life; she was merely a bystander, after all, and everyone needs to be responsible for their own life.

Yun Ya opened her computer, clicked on her email, pondered for a moment, and sent out an email.

Soon, the other party responded, and Yun Ya smiled with relief.

Professor Lin Ya, thank you.

Professor Lin Ya was a renowned international ophthalmologist, not easily accepting surgeries. Yun Ya had no intersecting relationships with her but had some connections with Professor Bird. Yun Ya had once heard Professor Bird mention her casually; through Professor Bird’s introduction, she easily agreed, responding that she happened to be visiting Country Hua for a family visit soon, suggesting they meet then.

Even though Yun Ya was well-read and adept in surgery, she lacked the specific expertise. Pei Qinghan became blind because of her, and she couldn’t be indifferent.

She owed him so much; repaying a bit was better than nothing.

Three days later.

Yan Song woke up every morning at six o’clock sharp, even more punctual than an alarm clock, never missing a day. That’s probably what being in the military does—disciplined and self-controlled.

But this morning, as Yun Ya opened her eyes, she found Yan Song lying beside her, hands around her waist, his quiet sleeping face strikingly beautiful.

Yun Ya turned her head to glance at the clock on the bedside table: it was half-past seven...

Yun Ya reached out to push him: "You’re going to be late, get up quickly."

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