A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1583 - 314: Birds of a Feather, Each Mind Their Own Business

"Lao San..." Yan Guobai called out worriedly.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"It’s nothing..." Yan Nanmo forced a smile, turned around, and walked out. A maid immediately jogged to keep up, reaching out to support him, but he subtly pushed her away.

Until their figures disappeared around the corner, Yan Guobai looked at Li Xiaoxiao helplessly: "You, you just can’t change your rash ways. This time, Lao San doesn’t mind, but be more careful in the future." Although he said this, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.

"I understand." Li Xiaoxiao earnestly admitted her mistake, and this attitude won Yan Guobai’s heart.

During this time, Han Bing’s gaze was constantly fixed on Li Xiaoxiao. He did so discreetly, but it didn’t escape Li Xiaoxiao’s eyes. She felt disgust in her heart, yet glanced at him shyly as if timid, a glance full of charm, making Han Bing slightly dazed, swallowing hard.

"This gentleman seems unfamiliar, is he a friend of Fourth Master?" Li Xiaoxiao asked with a smile.

Yan Guobai replied, "He is the son of an old friend of mine, with the surname Han." He didn’t want to elaborate any further.

"So it’s Mr. Han, forgive my lack of courtesy..." She said, raising her water cup with a smile: "I am currently not well, so I’ll use tea instead of wine. I hope Mr. Han won’t mind." With that, she drank it all in one go.

"Of course, Madam’s gesture must be accepted." With that, he smiled, raised his wine glass, and drank it down.

Li Xiaoxiao lightly wiped her mouth with a napkin, "I’m not feeling well, so I’ll go back to rest first."

Yan Guobai patted her back gently and said softly, "Then go back quickly to rest. If there’s anything you want to eat, just tell the kitchen. I’ll come back and accompany you later."

Li Xiaoxiao nodded gracefully. Before leaving, she glanced at Han Bing again, a look of enchanting allure, sending a surreptitious glance. Han Bing instantly understood the meaning in her eyes, suppressing his inner excitement. Looking at the man opposite him, the old Yan Guobai had no attraction for women, one foot already in the coffin, he thought mockingly, how could he possibly satisfy such a beautiful woman?

Yan Guobai had no idea what the person in front of him was thinking. He refilled his glass with wine and said, "Let’s wait a bit longer. Lao San is having some troubles now and is in a bad mood. Once things calm down, I’ll have a good talk with him. He still respects me as Fourth Uncle."

Han Bing respectfully said, "Thank you, Uncle Yan, for being so busy with my affairs. I’ll drink to that first, wishing you a happy and long life with a noble son."

Yan Guobai burst into laughter, Han Bing’s words hitting his sweet spot, making him laugh heartily: "Good, good..."

After a couple of drinks, Han Bing stood up: "I’m going to the bathroom, please wait a moment, Uncle Yan."

With that, he walked out.

Yan Guobai continued drinking alone, thinking excitedly about the beauty he had long been yearning for, soon to be under him, humming a little tune in excitement.

Han Bing stepped out of the main hall and saw a graceful figure standing behind the flowers, veiled and demure, sparking endless imagination. He swallowed and immediately followed.

She turned her head to glance at him, a captivating look that made his blood boil, then covered her face and walked swiftly through the Chuihua Gate, disappearing from sight.

He immediately followed the lingering fragrance, watching as she entered a room. Scanning his surroundings cautiously, he realized this place was quite desolate, with plenty of weeds growing, seemingly untouched. He admired her carefulness, thinking she came prepared.

With these thoughts, he checked himself, smoothing his hair, straightening his tie, and carefully popping a mint into his mouth before entering.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he smelled a wafting fragrance. A lithe figure stood at the bedside with her back to him. He rubbed his hands together, eagerly approaching, "Beauty..."

She deftly sidestepped him, letting him grab empty air, "Don’t be naughty..."

"Jumping straight to the main act is too boring, why don’t we play a game?" Her seductive voice made his heart itch.

"Play a game? I love games..."

The woman circled behind him, pulling out a black silk ribbon to cover his eyes, whispering in his ear with a breath like orchids: "How about we play hide-and-seek? If you can catch me... you can punish me, but if you can’t... you’ll face a punishment..."

The man raised his hand, feeling her hand, soft and smooth, making his heart race, "What kind of punishment?"

"Of course... a punishment that’ll make you feel like you’re in heaven and hell." She pushed him out gently, giggling softly. He steadied himself, reaching into the air, "You better hide well, don’t let me find you, or I won’t be gentle." His tone was full of flirtation.