A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1590 - 316: Wishful Thinking and Tolerance

"Fourth Master... Now I realize, only you have been the best to me. Before you leave, please leave me with some beautiful memories... Also, thank you for helping me with this affair...."

His rational mind told him to push her away, but when lust overcame him, he disregarded everything. Even if a gun were pointed at his head, he would still sleep with her first...

Li Xiaoxiao listened to the sounds coming from inside, anger blinding her vision. Her sharp nails dug harshly into her palm, the pain keeping her calm, stopping her from rushing in immediately.

She had overestimated Yan Guobai, thinking this old man was just a lecherous player; what could she have hoped to accomplish with him?

She should have thought of this earlier.

She was indeed beautiful, but her beauty was vulgar, cheap, unlike Ji Yunya, who was out of reach, nor did she have Di Bailu’s allure. If it weren’t for the luck of carrying his child, she would have long been abandoned by this man who loved novelty and disliked the old.

Her hand lightly rested on her lower abdomen, a trace of resolve flashed deep in her eyes.

For the child’s sake, she absolutely could not retreat.

As quietly as when she had come, she left without a sound.

Everything returned to silence, yet the air still seemed to linger with a licentious scent.

Di Bailu leaned against his chest coquettishly, "I really can’t bear to leave you, Fourth Master... sob sob...." As she spoke, tears began to flow.

The tears seemed to scorch his heart; Yan Guobai tenderly wiped them away, softly saying, "You’ve been wronged; I’ll bring you here again in time, and arrange for you outside. How does that sound?"

"I don’t want to leave you, not for a moment, but you don’t know, once I’m sent away, I can never return. My relatives want nothing more than to devour me. This time my aunt took me out under the guise of matchmaking, but I’ve ultimately disappointed her...."

As she spoke, she was overcome with sorrow, collapsing onto him in tears, her cries like that of a kitten.

He used to dislike women weeping and wailing, but now he only felt heartache.

"I won’t let anyone take you from my side," Yan Guobai stated firmly.

A trace of sarcasm quickly passed through Di Bailu’s eyes, but she hugged him even tighter, "You’re the only one in this world who’s sincere to me."

"Miss, Li Xiaoxiao is here."

At that moment, Yun Ya was leaning against the headboard with a book in her hands, slowly flipping through it.

Ah Yun pushed the door open, speaking softly.

Yun Ya paused her reading, smiling, "I’m asleep, let her come another day."

Ah Yun agreed, turning to leave.

Before long, Ah Yun came back in, took the book from Yun Ya’s hands, "It’s so late, Miss should sleep."

Yun Ya glanced at the direction of the door, sighed.

"Did she leave?"

Ah Yun nodded, "It seems she’s come to her senses." A hint of disdain crossed her eyes, "A proper family she wouldn’t marry into, instead insisting on becoming a mistress to an old man. Now, isn’t this her comeuppance?"

Yun Ya curled her lips, "She’s smarter than I thought."

"This time Fourth Lord went too far, a lust-driven old fool, bound to meet his end because of a woman."

Ah Yun muttered.

Yun Ya had never been so disgusted by a man, Yan Guobai had succeeded.

She had warned him, but a dog can’t change its habit of eating shit; indeed, some people are naturally debased, how can they change their ingrained habits?

"Let’s see what their next move will be."

The next day, as expected, there was news of Di Bailu’s suicide attempt, having been discovered hanging by Qiaoyin, saving her life.

Could someone truly intent on suicide be interrupted?

It’s just a performance; anyone who takes it seriously, loses.

"Auntie, please give me another chance, I really know my mistake now. Don’t worry, I will abide by my duties in the future, just please don’t send me away...." The woman’s face was pale, kneeling on the ground begging Meng Shujing, even in distress, her beauty was evident, invoking sympathy for her and criticism towards Meng Shujing’s heartlessness.

"Humph, you brought this all on yourself, what can I do? Who is Lao San? Can he tolerate your scheming? Such wishful thinking, Lao San has already spoken, if you don’t leave... how am I supposed to explain to Lao San?" Meng Shujing prodded her forehead and scolded.

Yan Jin sat to the side watching, his gaze cold and distant.

"Auntie... Auntie I really know I was wrong, I was possessed, my heart blinded with grease, I was deluded and self-indulgent, I admit it all, but I really can’t go back home, they’ll take my life...."