A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1563 - 305: True Disguise, Hidden in Plain Sight (Second Update)

Yun Ya, her hair disheveled and her eyes a bit dazed, got out of bed barefoot and walked out of the bedroom. A refreshing aroma wafted through the air; it smelled like fried eggs.

Yun Ya saw a tall figure busy in the kitchen. She ran over and hugged him from behind around the waist, "Good morning."

Yan Song, still holding the spatula, gently patted her hand and said with a smile, "Go wash up, breakfast is almost ready."

Yun Ya dawdled to wash up, and by the time she returned, a sumptuous breakfast was already laid out on the dining table. Yan Song had just taken off his apron and walked out of the kitchen. Today, he was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, looking younger and more casual than his usual formal attire, resembling a college student just entering campus.

His exquisite features looked even more striking in the morning light: sharp eyebrows, deep black eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly pursed thin lips, combined to exude a damnably sexy charm.

Yun Ya stared at him, mesmerized, cupping her face and gazing at him. Yan Song placed a bowl of porridge in front of her and touched his own face, asking, "Is there something dirty on my face?"

Yun Ya shook her head with a smile, "You’re just too handsome."

Yan Song tapped her nose playfully, "You sweet talker, now eat up."

Yun Ya held the bowl of porridge, eating slowly with small bites, her eyes narrowing in delight.

"What are we going to do after breakfast?" Yun Ya asked.

Yan Song pursed his lips and said, "We’ll take a trip to the supermarket and buy some groceries. I’ll make you something delicious for lunch."

"Yay, I get to feast again," Yun Ya giggled like a child, and Yan Song’s lips curled into a gentle smile, his eyes full of warmth.

The simplest happiness is this ordinary life, with him, with her, enough.

After finishing breakfast, Yun Ya wanted to wash the dishes. Yan Song pushed her out of the kitchen, "Go upstairs and change, this is no place for you."

Yun Ya’s hands were pianist’s hands, as beautiful as works of art; how could he let them get sullied by mundane chores?

Yun Ya happily ran upstairs, rummaging through the closet for clothes. They occasionally stayed here, so Zhuang Xiyue had prepared clothes for Yun Ya. She picked and chose and finally selected a nude-colored lady’s dress, tied with a bow at the waist, embodying elegance and grace.

Yun Ya stood before the fitting mirror, lifting her skirt and twirling around, looking utterly stunning.

But suddenly she remembered, she was now a celebrity, famous to the point of being widely recognized the moment she stepped outside, which made her a bit disheartened.

But soon, she thought of a good way to disguise herself when going out.

She called Ah Yun, asking her to bring over some wigs and a set of clothes of a completely different style from her usual attire.

While waiting for Ah Yun to arrive, Yun Ya took some time to go online. The discussions about her on the internet were still going strong, with the popularity continuing to rise. Even mainstream foreign media had started paying attention to this matter, after all, Nyx had widespread international fame. Now that Nyx’s true identity was exposed, not only was Country Hua in an uproar, but it also shocked the entire world.

Even the most authoritative and famous medical journals abroad publicly expressed their views: this was undoubtedly the most sensational news in the history of medicine. Of course, with praise came criticism, some accused her of hype, others criticized her for showboating, but without exception, none could deny her achievements.

On a famous international forum, a user revealed the student list of Washington Medical College, and Nyx’s name was prominently on it. Someone claiming to be an alumnus disclosed that she was very mysterious during her school years, with very few classmates having seen her in person. Yet, whether in terms of professional grades or other aspects, she was far ahead of her peers, even earning entry into the Country Y Royal Medical Association during her graduate studies, and continued to excel, completely outpacing her classmates.

A photo of her reading under a cherry blossom tree at the University of Washington spread online. In the picture, cherry blossoms flew everywhere, creating a dreamlike beauty. The young girl sat under the cherry blossom tree, leaning against the trunk, and appeared to be only twelve or thirteen years old, but her demeanor was far calmer and more elegant than her peers, holding a thick English book and reading intently.

Some people managed to deduce from subtle clues that the book was a rather obscure and difficult medical discourse with a very high translation difficulty, yet the young girl read it with great interest.

Reporters also interviewed Yun Ya’s mentor from her school days, who spoke highly of her. All in all, the fact that Ji Yunya was Dr. Nyx was now a foregone conclusion.

No matter how fiercely the internet debated, Yun Ya paid it no mind.

She then called Wei Qing. She hadn’t attended the welcome dinner Director Qiao held for her that night, and Wei Qing had found an excuse to cover for her absence. Her usual mysterious demeanor made others not take it too seriously, though some thought Dr. Nyx had quite the airs, not even giving the director face. But since she was such a big name, any discontent had to be swallowed silently.