My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Lu Shaoming watched Ning Qing disappear at the door of the bar. She didn’t notice him, but he watched her the whole time.

He heard all her words. She had said, “Know yourself as well as your enemy.”

She had also laughed and played with Xiao Zhou like a girl, and when she passed him, she brought with her a gentle breeze of laughter like tinkling bells.

He lifted the wine in his hand and took a sip.

He couldn’t decipher the feeling in his heart at the moment. The empty part of his heart seemed to be filled. He was very moved.

He was proud to see her climbing to where she was now so wisely. It was like watching his loved ones grow up. It was so satisfying.

Just now, he was still thinking that she was too reckless. It turned out that he had been worried for nothing.

She had once again impressed him.

…

Ning Qing left. Fan Sicheng quickly gave the two friends a look, and the friends quickly stood up and said goodbye. “Young Master Fan, Missy Yin, we still have something to do, so we have to go.”

“Alright, go quickly.” Fan Sicheng waved them away.

When they all left, Fan Sicheng looked sideways and quietly watched Yin Shuiling.

Yin Shuiling was drinking a cocktail. Her natural red lips were very soft as they imprinted themselves on the edge of the glass. Her shoulder-length hair on her left shoulder was tucked behind her snow-white ears which exposed half of her glamorous little face to him.

Fan Sicheng’s eyes were fascinated. He and Yin Shuiling had gone from classmates to friends. She had always been the focus of attention, the proudest little princess.

His little princess.

If she wanted to, he would treat her like a princess all his life.

“Shuiling, Yin Muchen called me that night last year, and later…”

Yin Shuiling paused while drinking and said, “Don’t mention that night!”

“Yes, yes, I won’t mention it. I won’t mention those unhappy things, as long as you are happy Shuiling.”

Yin Shuiling put down her wine glass. She moved her body close to Fan Sicheng and slowly touched his handsome right face with her fair hands. She said a little apologetically, “Did he beat you up a lot that night? Sorry, I’ve dragged you in again. I dare not go to see you for fear that he would do something to the Fan family.”

Fan Sicheng reached out and held Yin Shuiling’s small hand. Her Phoenix eyes were really beautiful. Her raised eyebrows had a particular air of cold arrogance to them; it caused men to want her as she was a natural temptress.

Unfortunately, only he could see the cold in her phoenix eyes. In the past three years, her personality had become much colder, and she lacked vitality.

Fan Sicheng said dotingly, “Ever since our acquaintance, you’ve dragged me in and down quite a lot, but I just don’t think it’s enough.”

Yin Shuiling’s delicate little face was flushed because of the red wine. She wasn’t drunk. She had a good alcohol tolerance, but she had the Asian flush.

Once she drank, her face would flush red, as if she had applied high-grade Rouge. The color was as vibrant as a rose.

“Mmm,” said Yin Shuiling, looking at Fan Sicheng sincerely and fluttering her long eyelashes. Instead of pulling back her hand, she said sincerely, “Sicheng, we have known each other for ten years. I heard that you are very successful now. You are not young anymore. Don’t keep chasing random women forever. Get married to a good girl.”

“Hah,” Fan Sicheng said with a light laugh. His eyes filled with warmth. “Shuiling, I used to see you drawing cartoons by the lake, because you like drawing, so I learned clothing design. I have been paying attention to what you’ve been doing all these years. You went to England three years ago and I wouldn’t let you go. You asked me to scram and said you don’t want to see me anymore, so I restrained myself and didn’t go find you. Last year, Yin Muchen called me and told me to come over. Before I did anything to you, he beat me up. You asked me to go again. Okay, I left again. But this time I won’t listen to you. I won’t get married unless you marry me.”

“Marry you?” Yin Shuiling lifted her head and looked at him in shock.

“Yes, Shuiling.” Fan Sicheng held her in his arms and kissed her hair gently. “I know all about your past and pain. I can tolerate you and love you well. Aren’t you tired these three years? Come to me and you won’t need to worry about anything or pretend to be someone else. Be the princess in my heart, the apple of my eye. Let Yin Muchen go, and let yourself go.”

Yin Shuiling did not know if she was tired or not, but she was really touched by Fan Sicheng.

She had also thought about waiting for her father to pass away in prison in the future. She would settle Yin Muchen with a knife. She would avenge the death of her family and allow herself to be destroyed.

But now Fan Sicheng had moved her with his words, how blessed it was to have a person who loves herself so much in her life.

She had been chasing Yin Muchen’s love all her life. She used to do everything for him. Although he had never accepted it, she could imagine how happy it was to be loved.

Otherwise, how could Yin Muchen rely on her love for him to push the Yin family into eternal disaster?

Yin Shuiling slowly reached out and held Fan Sicheng. “Thank you, Sicheng, but…”

Before she could finish, there was a cold sneer in her ear, “If you want to marry her, you’d better wait for the next life!”

Yin Shuiling let go of Fan Sicheng and glanced sideways, Yin Muchen had come.

Today, he wore a grey V-neck sweater and white casual trousers. It had to be said that Yin Muchen was one of the men who could wear white trousers with a clean and elegant look. He was the hot financial tycoon who accounts for tens of millions of dollars every minute nowadays and has a calm and unchanged elite atmosphere in his temperament.

His dark glazed eyes locked onto the intimate gesture of the two people on the sofa. He slowly said, “Shuiling, come here!”

“Why should she? Don’t go, Shuiling!” Fan Sicheng held Yin Shuiling tight. In his eyes, Yin Muchen was a devil and a pervert.

Yin Shuiling’s expression of sincerity and affection disappeared. She leaned lazily in Fan Sicheng’s arms and giggled with a charming light smile. She said in a delicate voice, “Oh, it’s Big Brother. Brother, you seem to be angry. Why is your reaction so huge, I’m just on a date with my first lover?”

Yin Muchen’s face remained unchanged. “Shuiling, come here. Don’t let me say it for the third time, because I don’t know which of you will cry out in pain if I repeat it for the third time.”

Yin Shuiling lifted a willow brow, turned around and held Fan Sicheng’s handsome face and kissed him. “Sicheng, then I’ll go back with my brother. Let’s meet another day.”

Fan Sicheng was stunned because of the kiss. It was really the closest they had been in 10 years.

While Fan Sicheng was stunned, Yin Shuiling gently pushed him aside and stood up and walked towards Yin Muchen.

Yin Muchen reached out and held her tender, boneless hand and took her away.

“Hey, Shuiling!” Fan Sicheng came back to his senses and called Yin Shuiling. He saw Yin Muchen striding away while Yin Shuiling stumbled behind him and ran with some difficulty.

Fan Sicheng’s mouth lifted with self-mockery. Why did Shuiling kiss him? Was it for the sake of angering Yin Muchen?

Admit it, Yin Shuiling, how much hate you have now represented how much love you still have; such a proud girl would still do childish things for Yin Muchen.

…

Yin Shuiling was almost dragged out the bar door by Yin Muchen. She frowned and said delicately, “Brother, let go! You’re hurting me again.”

The man in front of her sneered, “Don’t waste so much effort now; you’ll have enough time to feel pain later.”

Yin Shuiling turned pale at his words.

But Yin Muchen still slightly loosened his hands a little, as not to hurt her.

Yin Shuiling took a breath of the fresh air outside. She smiled charmingly. “Brother, will you threaten me with the Fan family? Look, you’re dealing with Sicheng’s father when attacking the Fan family because his father is the same age as you. He’s in his 40s, and you’re in your 30s. You’re so old, but you still have the face to snatch his son’s first girlfriend.”

As soon as her words fell, Yin Shuiling felt pain in her back. Yin Muchen had grabbed her soft waist and pressed her against the door of the Land Rover.

The car was parked on the road. The roadside was full of passers-by. He pressed down on her. Yin Shuiling rebelled for a while. He slid a long leg directly between her legs and restrained her.

“You think I’m too old, huh? If you don’t want to call me big brother anymore, that’s fine – change it to Uncle, or Dad. I like it all all.”

“Shameless!” Yin Shuiling’s face turned red and she couldn’t stand such foul language. She raised her hand directly and slapped him.

Slap! The slap sounded crisp and, and Yin Muchen did not hide from it at all.

He didn’t have any reaction after being slapped. He turned his face slowly. He stretched out his thumb to wipe Yin Shuiling’s red lips. She had kissed Fan Sicheng just now!

His thumb was rough, and his strength was great. Yin Shuiling was in so much pain that she twisted her eyebrows. At the same time, she felt that it was ridiculous and leaned lazily on the car. She sneered, “Will I be clean after you’ve wiped my lips? I’ve kissed Sicheng, got in bed, and done everything. Besides, I had one, two, three, four…dozen boyfriends in England. You wouldn’t be naive enough to think that I haven’t been touched by other men after taking a show. Yin Muchen, you…Mmph!”

Yin Shuiling was kissed.

Yin Muchen’s delicate and handsome face enlarged in front of her, and she widened her eyes, only to see him close his eyes. His thick curled eyelashes fluttered as he passionately kissed her.

Passers-by noticed that under the Yellow Streetlamp, a handsome and mature man pressed against a beautiful little girl on the luxury car.

“Wow,” the Passers-by whistled.

Yin Shuiling stretched out her hand and pushed him in the chest, but she could not push him away, nor could she kick him with her legs. She could only pull her pink tongue out of his mouth and put two small hands over his mouth to push him away.

The man gasped for breath and let go of her. She was red-faced and shorter than him, and did not want to smell the masculine musk on him, so she could only hide her head sideways in his chest.

Yin Muchen hooked his lips devilishly, “Shuiling, didn’t your dozens of boyfriends teach you to kiss? Why are your skills lacking?”

Yin Shuiling retorted, “Brother, don’t you know that foreign men don’t like kissing? They all go straight to the point.”

“Oh, yeah? So you look like a temptress, but can you satisfy them by being so conservative in bed that you don’t know anything?”

Yin Shuiling did not want to continue to discuss this unhealthy topic with him. She raised her head and looked at him with cold eyes. “Brother, I remember how you were unwilling to accept me before. I was your sister whom you had watched grow up. Public opinion and feudal ideas were too strong and you couldn’t get through that hurdle in your heart. So when I had confessed to you for the first time. Not only did you refuse me, but you began to alienate me. How dare you stand on the street and kiss me now?”

Yin Muchen’s eyes were dark and deep, and there was something like a hint of… desperation in them as he said, “Shuiling, you forced me!”

He opened the door, stuffed her into the front passenger seat, bent over to fasten her seat belt and shut the door.

…

The Land Rover was on the road. Yin Shuiling gradually realized that the route was not right. This was not the way back to his villa, but the way to the Yin family house.

The Yin family villa was still intact. It had all remained untouched, and she had later learned that he had bought it.

Although there were so many wonderful memories, Yin Shuiling didn’t want to go there at all.

She had been there several times, and he was not taking her to reminisce – he was going to…do that sort of thing. It was going to be in her boudoir.

He had beaten Fan Sicheng that night last year and took possession of her.

Yin Shuiling was trembling all over. She stared at him red-eyed and scolded him. “Yin Muchen, you are a big pervert. Don’t you feel uneasy when you do things to me there? My mother is looking down from heaven, and my father would not let you go either. You are shameless. You have destroyed our family. Now you are still claiming me, and you will die a painful death.”

Yin Muchen was expressionless. He murmured, “Today your father is ill in prison again. Whether he will receive treatment depends on your performance tonight.”

The tears in Yin Shuiling’s eyes slipped out quietly, and she murmured blankly, “Yin Muchen, how has our family offended you? Why do you hate us so much?”

Yin Muchen did not answer, he fell into a dead silence.

Yin Shuiling leaned desperately into the back seat. She slowly closed her eyes. Yin Muchen, do you know that whatever scores you have with the Yin family, I have already settled them for the Yin family?

That night when she was 15 years old, she was in so much pain. For the first time, she sat on her desk and had been raped by the drunk man. Blood had covered her homework book.

At the age of 18, she was pregnant, and he never knew that he was the father of the child.

She had once loved him so much. From her 15 to 18 years of age, she had endured shame and secretly handed over her childish body and mind to him again and again for his pleasure. In her youthful years of 18-21, there was no color in her world. Alone in England, she licked the wounds he had given her.

If heaven had feelings, it too would age. She had already spent her entire life’s beaut for him.

But he didn’t know. He didn’t know anything.

…

The next day, Lu Shaoming came to the company and went to his office. He put his hands on the door and pushed and went in. “Lu Shaoming…” A voice stopped him from behind.

Lu Shaoming looked back at a woman in her 40s with a gentle and beautiful appearance.

Yue Wanqing.

Seeing the woman coming towards him, Lu Shaoming was sure he didn’t know her, but he felt an inexplicable closeness towards her. He politely said, “You called out to me?”

Yue Wanqing stood in front of Lu Shaoming. She believed what her daughter said – her son-in-law had lost his memory.

He didn’t recognize her either.

Yue Wanqing’s heart was sad, but she was psychologically prepared, so she wasn’t too agitated. Remembering that Ning Qing had eaten two small bowls of rice on the table last night and had said to her with high ambition, “Mom, I told you about Shaoming’s memory loss because I don’t want you to worry about things. I will try to make Shaoming fall in love with me again, so don’t worry about it. “