My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

“You rascal,” Zhihan’s laughter petered to a series of soft chuckles. “What do you think I’ve been doing?”

“How would I know?”

“Are you free now? Let’s go out and have some fun,” Yin Zhihan proposed cheerfully.

Lu Ning felt the corners of her mouth twitch. The smile that bloomed produced the sweetest honey; her long eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly. “I’m sorry, but I’m not the kind of woman who casually accepts invitations from just any man. I’ll think about it…”

Zhihan seized the opportunity presented to him by Lu Ning’s hesitation and remarked cheekily, “I’m not the kind of man a woman would reject, so I’ll wait for your response.” Before Lu Ning could respond, Zhihan continued, “So, have you thought about it?”

“It might take me a while to get ready. Are you willing to wait?”

Yin Zhihan beamed. “I’d be happy to.”

“I’ll hold you to it, then. Let me go and get ready.” Lu Ning hung up the phone.

With her phone clutched between her hands, Lu Ning hopped about her room, squealing. She sped to the bathroom with a spring in her step. The reflection that greeted her was of a young woman with flaming cheeks and glimmering eyes. For a second, she could not believe that she was the woman in the mirror. It was a surreal sensation.

A woman in love seldom differs, though the manner in which it is expressed may not always be the same. In Lu Ning’s case, however, she was the very picture of a woman in love.

She tidied herself up as best she could before sliding the closet’s door open. Held within were racks of ordinary-looking clothes – nothing stood out.

On any other occasion, her plain unpatterned clothes would have suited her just fine. Yet, for one reason or another, the plainness evident in her style of dress irked her. Everything was either too dull or too simple. Not one of them caught her fancy in the least. Lu Ning wanted something bright, something elegant, something that would take his breath away. She regretted not buying anything while in Hong Kong with Xiao Qiu.

He liked the dress she wore on the yacht. She remembered the shock in his eyes. He certainly seemed to enjoy the splash of colour that day.

What should she do? She did not have a single outfit that satisfied her!

An idea sprung to her mind just then. The mall was still open at this time. If she hurried, she could also buy a dress or two that caught her eye.

Perhaps it was silly to worry about her looks, but Lu Ning wanted to look her best. Yin Zhihan could already be downstairs waiting for her. There was not a moment to lose! Slinging her handbag over her shoulder, Lu Ning made a beeline for the nearest shopping mall.

She deftly picked out five or six dresses without batting an eye as to the dollar symbols reflected on the till. It was as if a manic spirit of indulgence had possessed her with her hands replete with bags stuffed full of blouses, skirts and dresses. Lu Ning made for quite a comical sight as she raced back to her hotel room. It was one of the craziest things she had ever done.

Out went her boring everyday clothes and, in their place, came elegant dresses of satin and silk. With her clothes in order, Lu Ning permed her rich black hair into cascading waves. She spun a few times in front of the full-length mirror before she was satisfied.

A wrench knocked her back into reality. Two hours had passed since their conversation on the phone.

She could not fathom how she had dawdled for so long. It was rare for her to lose track of time. Would Yin Zhihan find fault with her for making him wait so long?

Although their feelings for each other were still at an ambiguous stage, Lu Ning hoped he liked her enough to look past her minor faults. Not only was Zhihan her boss, but he also had an aura about him that screamed restlessness. Zhihan was a wild horse, always eager and looking for a chance to gallop ahead; unrestrained. He did not wait for people; people waited for him. She had always seen him in that light.

He wouldn’t be angry with her on their first… date, would he?

Lu Ning left the hotel feeling unsure. Across the street facing the hotel was a neon yellow Maserati. Yin Zhihan was leaning against the car, waiting for her.

He was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers today. It was a classic look that worked well for him. His hands were in his pockets, and his posture oozed languid grace. The sun’s rays glinted over his glossy styled hair, enveloping him in a warm halo.

His appearance gave pause to more than one passerby. Many of them snuck frequent glances his way when they thought no one would notice.

Lu Ning ran to his side, feeling more than a little mortified, having kept him waiting. Yin Zhihan merely quirked an eye as he took in her attire.

Lu Ning wore a white shirt exposing her collarbone and fair skin. Matching it was a tassel-wrapped skirt dyed in a pleasant, yellow hue. The combination of clothes lent her an exotic air, outlining her graceful, well-proportioned figure.

His gaze lingered on her for a long time.