My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

"What is wrong?" she heard the man ask.

"My heel is stuck," Jian Han replied honestly.

She then heard the sound of the car door opening and closing again. A pair of handmade black leather shoes came into her line of vision. Zhou Dayuan came over.

She was still seated in the car, he bent down before her, and stretched out his large, beautiful hand and gently grabbed the part of her foot that was stuck.

After he touched her, Jian Han behaved as if she had been electrocuted, and she quickly tried to back away.

But the heel of her shoe was stuck. She was totally unable to escape.

"Don't move." The man looked down, used some strength in his hands, and held her foot firmly in the centre of his hand.

Jian Han's small face was crimson red, and she did not dare move any further. Her entire body was stiff.

Zhou Dayuan held the heel of her foot as he pulled it out. He exerted his strength, and the heel that was stuck came out.

After she escaped, Jian Han quickly hid her right leg that had been held by him behind her left leg, not daring to expose it.

Zhou Dayuan stood up slowly, and he cast his gaze downwards to look at her. Her small face was very red, and there was even a hint of red on her tender neck. From her tied up ponytail, there were a few strands of hair stuck on her beautiful neck, and she looked extremely feminine.

The colour in his eyes brightened up.

"I…am going inside. Thank you." Jian Han stood up and headed in the direction of the estate.

But the more she wanted to flee, the more mistakes she made. She had barely taken a step forward, and her ankle twisted. "Ah!" She went falling towards the ground.

Suddenly, a muscular arm wrapped around her soft, slim waist. Zhou Dayuan held onto her.

Her entire body fell into his embrace. There was that clean scent that became extremely cold as it filled her nostrils. A wave of electricity coursed through her limbs, and she had to bite down on her pink bottom-lip to prevent herself from making a sound.

The feeling was too intense.

She hurriedly lifted her gaze, wanting to push him away.

But something soft came to her lips, it turned out that when she lifted her gaze, she had unintentionally brushed against his lips.

Both of her eyes widened, and her entire being softened.

He felt the woman in his embrace sliding down. Zhou Dayuan moved his large hand downwards to hold onto her slim waist, and he lifted her bum to take her into his embrace.

Every second went past like an eternity, and neither of them closed their eyes.

Zhou Dayuan looked into her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes. Her gaze was both flustered and shy, and he swallowed his saliva, leaving her moist, fragrant and soft red lips.

He left, and all of Jian Han's senses came back to her. She stretched her hand out to push him away, and she took a step backwards.

She took a deep breath and told herself that she had to stay calm. Jian Han looked at the man and tried to put a perfect smile on her face when she said, "Doctor Jian, I…"

"Would your boyfriend get jealous seeing you like this?" Zhou Dayuan suddenly said.

"What?" Jian Han was confused.

Zhou Dayuan had one hand in his pocket. He had a casual smile on his face as he said, "When you saw another woman by my side at the banquet, you revealed an extremely hurt expression on your face. When you brought up a sad matter, you teared up. Normally, a woman would cry in front of a man to invite his gentleness and comfort. Also, when I touched you just now, you reacted very intensely. A woman may lie using her words, but your body is forever honest."

Jian Han froze and did not have any reaction for a long time.

The smile on the man's face became more and more apparent, he said, and "Jian Han why have you two dated for six years but still not married?"

It was only then that Jian Han reacted. She laughed awkwardly and said, "Doctor Zhou, what are you thinking? You don't think that I still have you in my heart, do you? Don't think too much about yourself. We ended it a long time ago. I would not choose not to marry because of you. Similarly, I also would not marry because of you. I'm going now."

Jian Han turned and left.

…

Jian Han entered the estate, and she took the elevator up to the 8th floor.

She took out her keys from her bag, opened the large doors of the condominium, and went in.

Her condominium unit was very dark. She did not turn on the lights, and after her parents had passed away six years ago, she became used to this kind of darkness, and she was used to being alone.

She opened the door of the room, and threw the bag in her hands onto the bed. She walked to the desk and turned the lamp on.

The amber rays of light spewed out, and she lay on the desk with both her arms wrapped around her chest. Her mind was in a total mess as she did not know what to think about.

She took a deep breath of air, and her face was still a little red.

She had promised herself that she would not think about him, but now, her entire mind filled with his image.

There was still that feeling on her lips. It was from being kissed by him.

This kind of feeling was not alien to her. There had been many nights where he had kissed her like this six years ago.

She had studied medicine. Even though she still hadn't had that sort of experience till now, she was familiar with the matters between a woman and a man. She was already 30 years old, and she was considered to be a slightly mature woman.

Chancing upon a lover that was once inscribed in her bones, she looked at his body, which was getting more handsome with age. It could not be avoided for some hormones in her body to act up.

He probably… was also the same right.

Just now, when had taken her into his embrace, he pressed onto her soft belly button very hotly, and it was very uncomfortable…

Jian Han shut her eyes. Her face was getting hotter and hotter. She stretched out her hand to draw the curtains open, and she thought of opening the windows to have a breath of fresh air.

But she froze halfway while she was drawing the curtains open.. Below her apartment, outside her estate, that silver Porsche still hadn't left.

That tall, warm figure was leaning on the car. He was looking down, with one of his hands in his pockets, another hand had a cigarette of mysterious origin, and he was in the middle of smoking with its smoke surrounding him.

Jian Han stood up straight and looked at his demeanour as he was smoking.

When did he start to smoke?

As a doctor, it was not as if he did not know the harm that smoking would cause his body. Why did he still want to smoke?

What was he thinking about right now?

Jian Han's heart became numb with pain. This kind of pain made her feel almost unable to breathe anymore. She turned around to look at her bag, and she wanted to send a message to him.

But, thinking about it again, she decided to forget about it.

The two people who were heading in two different directions originally should not have any interaction with one another, and this recent interaction had been an accident.

She could not get attracted to him again. She did not want to be bewitched with him anymore, no matter how cold the night was. He purposely parked his car beneath her flat, and she was so moved right now.

Forget it, then, Jian Han told herself inside her heart.

…

The next day, Ning Qing and Jian Han flew to England.

Ning Qing went through a series of checks in the hospital. She sat on the long bench in the corridor of the hospital, and she heard Jian Han, who was beside her, chatting with her physician in English.

She understood what the doctor was talking about, and it was probably about the risks of the surgery.

Ning Qing curled the corners of her lips to smile. Both of her small hands were placed on the chair. The plastic material of the chair was icy cold. Her small hand was even colder. She turned her head sideways, and she looked at the furthest end of the corridor. There was an endless wave of people coming and going — patients and the family members of the patients.

They were all people from different countries with different skin tones, and there was not one figure that she was familiar with.

She really wanted to look for such a person in the sea of humans. She very much wished that there was someone who could accompany her.

"Ning Qing." Her small head was caressed by Jian Han. Jian Han had a gentle smile as she asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Ning Qing smiled as she shook her head.

The main physician was a renowned professor. He had a gentle expression on his face as he said, "The patient's face is pale. Her mental state seems to be rather negative."

Jian Han looked towards Ning Qing. Her small, exquisite face did not have a single trace of blood in it. Her fair, white skin that was like tofu had tiny green blood vessels coursing through it. The temperature in England was a little higher compared to China. Everyone here was dressed in sweaters, and she was a tiny bundle wrapped up tight in a cotton shirt, but she was still icy cold.

Jian Han had a frown on her face, and she pitied her. She gently comforted her, saying, "Ning Qing, don't be too worried. Later, after getting the anaesthesia shot inside the surgery ward, it would all get better after you sleep and wake up."

"Okay." Ning Qing nodded her head obediently.

At this moment, the nurse took a surgery consent document over and said, "Can I ask: Who is the patient's family? Please sign here."

Patient's family?

Ning Qing's heart was extremely hurt.

Jian Han took the surgery consent documentation into her hands, and she said with a smile, "Ning Qing, I am your family now; I will sign it."

Ning Qing looked at Jian Han's sincere smile as she said, "Thank you, Older Sister Jian."

Jian Han signed the document and handed the document over to the nurse. The nurse pushed the stretcher over.

"Let the patient lay down then. We will head into the surgery suite now and conduct the surgery in 5 minutes time."

Jian Han supported Ning Qing's slim arm, and Ning Qing stood up slowly. She was not in a hurry, but her kneecap still hit the side of the vehicle.

"Ning Qing, does it hurt?" Jian Han bent down speedily and helped her to massage her kneecap.

Ning Qing did not reply.

Jian Han lifted her gaze to have a look. She only saw that the girl was looking in front of her. Her beautiful, youthful eyes had lost their focus, and again, she could not see.

Jian Han froze for a moment. When did it start. Now, she was so quiet whenever she lost her sight.

Both her and the nurse helped her onto the stretcher.

Ning Qing lay down.

Jian Han conversed with the main physician again, then the nurse pursed the cart towards the surgery suite.

Jian Han was beside the cart, and she held onto Ning Qing's small hand. Her hand was as cold as ice cubes.

"Ning Qing, you don't have to fear. Don't forget that we have to be a good, strong, and brave. Believe me. Believe in yourself. We will definitely regain our sight."

The girl was lying there extremely quietly, and one of her hands was placed on her stomach. Her eyes were moist and sparkling. She was naturally beautiful. She tried hard to open her eyes as wide as possible. Her eyes could not see a single thing, but she still did not close her eyes.

She also did not respond to whatever Jian Han said.

Her entire being was like a wooden toy without any life.

Jian Han was extremely worried. When she was about to comfort her further, the nurse said, "Doctor Jian, I am sorry. We have arrived at the surgery suite. You will have to stay here, and we will head in."

Bang! The large doors of the surgery suite were pushed open.

At this moment, Jian Han felt a tightness coming from her hands, it turned out that this small, icy hand had already was holding her hand extremely tight.

That force was as if she were Ning Qing's last hope.

Jian Han's eyes turned red, and she bent down, caressing her forehead. It was only then that she realized her entire body was trembling slightly. Jian Han gently said, "Ning Qing, if you are afraid, then close your eyes."

The girl's long lashes that were like a butterfly's wings fluttered a few times flustered, and she then closed her eyes.

She was afraid.

She was really afraid.

She was only 21 years old. She was very afraid of a dark world. She did not like hospitals, and she did not like to lie on the cold surgical table in an unfamiliar country, the key point was that the person that she missed the most was not by her side.

Lu Shaoming…

She repeated his name numerous times inside her heart. Sparkling tears flowed from the corners of her eyes and trickled into her hair as they quickly disappeared.

"Doctor Jian, we will be heading in now."

The stretcher started to move, and that warmth that she'd held firmly in her palm also disappeared.

She could not see, but she could rely on her hearing and smell. That natural goriness of blood and piercing scent of disinfectant was in the air.

Bang! The main doors of the surgery operating room were shut tight.