A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1908 - 457: Dragon Son and Phoenix Daughter, Dominating All Directions

"If you don’t drink it, you’ll regret it, because these tea leaves were given to me by an old acquaintance. That person, you definitely won’t find unfamiliar." Pei Qinghan lifted his eyes and glanced at him. Unfortunately, in those pitch‑black eyes, he could no longer see the slightest ripple of emotion.

He really had changed.

Changed into someone no one could see through anymore.

"If you’re talking about Yun Ya, there’s nothing to regret. From now on, I can drink tea she brews herself every day."

Yan Song’s light, indifferent voice carried a faint hint of mockery.

Pei Qinghan froze for a second, then let out a low laugh. "True."

"Why did you call me here? What exactly do you want?"

No way he believed it was just to invite him for tea.

"In the three months you’ve been gone, a lot has happened." Pei Qinghan began slowly.

"If you invited me here just to make me listen to this nonsense..."

"If you don’t even have the patience to listen to a few words from me, how are you going to talk about rescuing Yun Ya?"

Yan Song’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Pei Qinghan continued on his own: "Queen’s power far exceeds your imagination. In the intel you’ve dug up, all you’ve seen is what she wants you to see. In the end, you might be wiped out to the last man and still not get Yun Ya back."

"Yun Ya is nothing but bait to lure you in. Her ultimate ambition is Country Hua."

As Pei Qinghan’s voice fell, a sharp, icy chill flashed across Yan Song’s eyes.

He thought of the list Pei Qinghan had given him before. Not a single omission. That list had to be top‑secret. If you weren’t high‑level internal personnel, how could you possibly know it so clearly? What exactly was Pei Qinghan’s identity?

"Your goal can’t be that simple either, can it?"

"No... my goal is very simple. I just want Yun Ya to live safely and soundly..." Pei Qinghan’s lips curved in a gentle smile as his gaze drifted off into some distant place.

"Never doubt my aims and motives. All I wish for is that she stays alive and well... For Yun Ya’s sake, you need to trust me." Pei Qinghan’s soft tone landed with the weight of iron.

With stakes this high, how was Yan Song supposed to trust him?

Yan Song stared into his eyes for a few seconds. Those few seconds felt as long as a lifetime. In the end, Yan Song said in a low voice, "Fine. I believe you."

Pei Qinghan dropped his gaze and let out a quiet laugh. "I’ll congratulate you and Yun Ya in advance on growing old together."

To love someone is to choose to let go, to stand far away and watch her be happy—that, too, was his happiness.

Yan Song pressed his lips together. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me. I’m doing this for Yun Ya as well."

The words really did make it hard for Yan Song not to feel annoyed, but at this point, what was the point of getting jealous? Honestly, somewhere deep down, Yan Song still had a bit of respect for Pei Qinghan.

After Yan Song left, Pei Qinghan sat alone for a long time, until the tea in front of him had gone completely cold. At last, Fu Bai couldn’t help knocking and coming in.

Seeing the man’s solitary, desolate back under the light, he couldn’t help letting out a sigh.

"Is everything arranged?"

"Brother Han, rest assured, it’s all been taken care of." Fu Bai said in a low voice.

Pei Qinghan finally let out a breath. Suddenly he raised a hand to cover his chest and coughed a few times, as if he were about to cough his lungs out. His face flushed scarlet from holding it in, suppressing the pain.

Fu Bai hurried over to support him. "Brother Han... go to the hospital and get checked, please. This chronic cough of yours, I really can’t feel at ease."

"I’m fine." Pei Qinghan pushed him away. The jade‑like face seemed tinged with a faint haze of smoke, making it even more translucent. His handsome brows knit lightly, making one instinctively want to raise a hand and smooth them out.

"It’s an old problem, nothing serious. Over the years Queen has been building her forces across the Southeast, from drugs to casinos, almost completely monopolized by her. We’ll start from there. We don’t have much time left; we have to destroy her power base in a short period and buy time for Yan Song..."

"Brother Han, stop talking. I’ll take you to the hospital right now." He spent all day tearing himself up over other people. When had he ever thought about himself?

"No need. You can go. I want to be alone for a while."

"Brother Han..."

Pei Qinghan’s cool gaze swept over him, and the words on Fu Bai’s lips were cut off in an instant. In the end, he could only retreat helplessly.

Pei Qinghan’s fingers clutched tightly at the fabric over his chest. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he leaned over the table, gulping for air.

"Heh..." He gave a low laugh, helpless and desolate.

"In the end, you still can’t fight fate..."

——

When Yan Song got back, he went straight to see Yan Nanmo. The two of them had a private talk in the room for almost an hour.

"I know what I’m doing with this. Don’t worry."

Yan Nanmo sighed. "This day has come after all. Ah Song, it’s your dad who owes you..."

"This has nothing to do with you. I will bring Yun Ya back safe and sound."

"Don’t tell your mom about this yet. She’s at your aunt’s place and doesn’t know anything. I’m afraid she’ll be upset if she finds out. You know how it is—she treats Yun Ya like she’s closer than her own daughter..."

"Mm. I know."

After a pause, Yan Song lifted his eyes and glanced at Yan Nanmo. "Dad, do you know where Grandma came from?"

Yan Nanmo was taken aback. "Why are you suddenly asking about your grandma?"

Yan Song smiled. "It’s nothing, I’m just suddenly curious."

"Your grandma, huh. When she passed away I was only three. My memories of her are already very blurry. Your grandma was from the Jingdu Mu Family, the eldest young lady of the Mu Family, and she grew up with your grandpa as childhood sweethearts. But in truth, your grandma had no blood ties with the Mu Family. She was adopted from an orphanage by the Mu Family... Very few people know this secret, and after the Mu Family’s decline, basically no one knew it anymore."

Speaking of his early‑departed mother, Yan Nanmo’s expression grew somewhat sorrowful.

"She had no family of her own?"

"I once investigated your grandma’s origins too, but unfortunately, I never found any leads. I only traced it to a woman named Bai Fu. She should be your grandma’s mother. But she died too early, and there’s no way to trace anything now."

This Bai Fu should be his maternal great‑grandmother. Unfortunately, her background seemed even more mysterious—there was no way to look into it. After so many years, Yan Nanmo had already given up.

"I see." Understanding settled in Yan Song’s heart. Grandma should indeed be a descendant of the Bai Family. If the legend of the Xing Clan was true, then the hundred‑year term was about to expire. When the Xing Clan reappeared, their first objective would be to exact revenge on the Bai Family bloodline. Among the twins of mixed sex born to Bai Fu, the Dragon Son Bai Ji had been well protected by the Helian Family. Only the Phoenix Daughter—his grandmother, Mu Ziling—was a branch of the Bai Family line that had fallen outside. People of the Xing Clan had a special sense for the blood of Bai Family descendants. When the time came, they would definitely come knocking, and his father, mother, and Yan Ke would all be in danger.

Yan Song pondered for a moment and decided to tell his father the truth. His father had the right to know, and only by understanding these truths could they better deal with the danger that was about to arrive.

Leaving out the part about becoming the master of Fire Cloud Dragon, Yan Song quickly explained that Grandma was a Bai Family descendant and the feud with the Xing Clan. Something this wild and fantastical would be impossible for an ordinary person to digest in a short time—they’d only think Yan Song was joking. Yet Yan Nanmo was only stunned for a moment before calmly accepting it.

"So that’s it. No wonder your grandma’s mother was so mysterious. That makes sense now. I’ve heard of the Helian Family. So they’ve been protecting the Bai Family descendants all along. If, as you say, we are Bai Family descendants and will face the Xing Clan’s revenge, and this Xing Clan is something beyond human power to eradicate, then the Helian Family can’t just stand by when the time comes." Yan Nanmo immediately thought it through to that point.

"The Helian Family will send people to protect you. Dad, when the time comes, why don’t you take Mom and Yan Ke and hide for a while on Kunlun Mountain? After seven days, the Xing Clan will disappear, and you can come back out. That way I can be at ease."

Yan Nanmo thought for a moment. "There’s still some time before the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. No rush—we’ll talk about it when the time comes. The most important thing right now is Yun Ya. That woman Queen is not to be underestimated. You must be careful..."

——

As the human‑trafficking kingpin monopolizing North China’s Third District, Ten Thousand Skeletons’ main business was smuggling people abroad for sale. For that, he had a dedicated transport route and network of contacts.

His operations were mainly concentrated in the Golden Triangle Area and war‑torn countries in Africa.

The drug dens in the Golden Triangle Area had once been wiped out by Yan Song. But that place was a nest of dragons and snakes, extremely complicated. It wasn’t long before a new drug lord, Black Scorpion, emerged, once again monopolizing the Golden Triangle drug market. As for this Black Scorpion, he had been the trusted confidant of the previous drug lord, experienced and ruthless. In a very short time, he revived the former glory, and his network even spread wider than before.

What’s more, he was well‑equipped and called the shots in that region, his prestige shaking all directions. Some had even asserted that there had to be a mysterious power backing him. Otherwise, there was no way he could have built such profound strength in so short a time.