My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Honey filled her mouth like the sweetest ambrosia known to man. Pouting her cherry-red lips, Lu Ning mumbled, “What? Since when have you been chasing me? How was I unaware?”

“You wound me – you heartless little thing!”

Lu Ning recalled the events of her past, combing through and scrutinizing them with a keen eye. When she was 17, Zhihan had indeed said he would take on the responsibility of caring for her. He had even said he would marry her. Perhaps it was her relative youth at that time or the fact that his proposal was too sudden, but she did not put stock in his words, thinking they were a bluff meant to scare her.

Several years later, Zhihan had said, once again, how he would make her his wife, the wife to a President of an illustrious company. She had not believed him then because he was together with Ela and Ann. His promiscuity made it impossible for her to put any faith in his words.

With the revelation of the circumstances surrounding those past events, Lu Ning now saw it all unfolding in a new light. He had been serious all along. He had been testing her, feeling out what she thought of him.

Yin Zhihan was a proud son of heaven; he had his pride and image to uphold. Admittedly, it now looked rather cute the way he wagged his tail like a dog every time he tried wooing her.

Clasping her fondly, Zhihan’s hands slid over her smooth, silky skin. “I’m sure you must have hated me quite a bit, those few years ago. You always shied away whenever you saw me. Not only did you refuse to look me in the eye, but you also refused to speak with me. There was even a time you refused to call me by my name. It was so grating on the nerves listening to you call Pingan by his name as if you were both a thing…”

Lu Ning looked at Zhihan as if she had arrived at an epiphany. “No wonder you kept mentioning Pingan whenever you spoke to me. Were you jealous of him?”

Yin Zhihan snorted.

Snickering privately in her heart, Lu Ning said softly, “I’ve always had a good impression of Pingan. I was younger then; I didn’t know much more than you did in the ways of love. Even if I did have a crush on him at one point, it never amounted to anything more than a fancy.”

“Then when did you fall in love with me?”

“You first.” Lu Ning blushed expectantly.

Yin Zhihan’s eyebrows arched in amusement. Without warning, he stole a kiss from her lips. “I remember someone standing outside the door watching me as I stepped out of the shower. That person ran away before I could say anything…”

Oh. So Zhihan had fallen in love with her at that time.

“I, too, remember a certain someone’s washboard abs as he stepped out of the shower. The sight of them was enough to scare me away…” Lu Ning smiled cheerfully.

Yin Zhihan’s eyes lit up, resembling the vast canopy of stars speckling the night sky. It turned out that it was love at first sight. An occurrence all too common.

“Ah Ning, your love is special to me. Avoiding me, saying that you hate me…”

What did he know? Girls had a right to feel shy – at least, Lu Ning thought so. She had never been an active agent of love, not in the way Ling’er was. She was a pacifist by nature, and the ardent pursuit of love did not suit her. Danger dogged at Zhihan’s heels, and the power he wielded was nothing short of astounding. How else could she react but flee in the face of such an awe-inspiring man?

Was it wrong for her to look out for herself before someone else?

Naturally, Lu Ning did not voice her inner thoughts. Those were private.

“Hmph! What is easy to obtain is never cherished. I made you chase me so that you would cherish me in the future.”

Yin Zhihan regarded her dotingly, content in the silence that stretched.

Snuggling deeper into his embrace, Lu Ning asked, “Zhihan, how did Mr Brown die?”

Yin Zhihan tensed up upon hearing Lu Ning’s question; his aristocratic features schooled behind a sombre mask. “Mr Brown was a great man. He dedicated his life to social security and the rule of law. Mr Brown fought on the frontlines for sixty years – for the sake of his dream. When he was 77, he pursued an international organization trafficking children. He successfully dismantled that organization and saved more than 80,000 young lives in the process.”

More than 80,000 children…

It was a groundbreaking number of colossal proportions. The sheer number alone was enough to summon waves that shook Lu Ning’s heart.

“Unfortunately, a number of those children were brainwashed by the organization. They bade their time well and struck Mr Brown when he least expected it, poisoning him so severely that he couldn’t be saved. By the time he received medical attention, it was too late. He died a hero.”