My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Ning Qing was still groggy from her sleep. She looked up at the man. He threw the yellow blanket and wet baby clothes into the bathroom. He stood by the door and was lifting his hand to unbutton his black shirt.

Ning Qing closed her eyes in alarm. She didn't want to see him naked.

The door of the bathroom was quickly closed, and the sound of running water could be heard. Soon afterward, the man came out with a cool and refreshing scent wafting around him.

The big bed beside her sank. Her small face was caressed, and the man's big, rough hands skimmed piteously over her face.

Ning Qing shrank and buried herself deeper in the blankets.

The big hand on her face was withdrawn. The man was turning around.

When Lu Shaoming turned around, he suddenly felt that his little thumb was pulled by a small, boneless hand, and behind him, there was a soft, sweet voice. "Are… Are you leaving?"

Lu Shaoming raised his hand and looked at his watch. Seven hours. There was still an hour left.

He turned around and casually placed his long legs on the bed. Little Qinwen was sleeping soundly in his mother's arms. The little woman had closed her eyes. Her eyelashes that were like butterflies' wings drooped down uneasily. Her little face was pink because of sleepiness, and the layer of fluff on her face was shining and soft.

In an instant, his heart melted as he looked at her.

Lu Shaoming lay down. His handsome figure wrapped Little Qinwen in his arms. One arm behind his head, while another hand touched the woman's small face, he leaned over to kiss her forehead as he said, "I'm not leaving; don't worry. Go to sleep."

Ning Qing bit her pink lower lip, and only felt reassured then.

The man's low, rich, and magnetic voice was still going, "Wifey, we didn't have any protection today. Do not take any pills. Give birth to the child if you get pregnant."

Ning Qing's heart pounded like a drum. She had thought that this man knew everything. How could she get pregnant while she was breastfeeding?

She did not speak.

The man's comfortable scent mixed with the smell of his body wash was getting closer, and her soft red lips were kissed by him.

She quickly reached out and pushed his chest, avoiding his kiss. She didn't allow him to kiss her.

Lu Shaoming's low but pampering laughter rang out. He reached out and pinched her little face. He wouldn't tease her anymore, "Wifey, go to sleep. I will always be with you guys."

…

The next morning

The morning sunshine penetrated layers of veils and curtains. Ning Qing reached out to block the sunlight and slowly opened her eyes.

Giggling laughter bubbled up in her ears. She looked sideways. Little Qinwen had woken up early and was moving his arms and legs to amuse himself in bed.

Ning Qing smiled and reached out to hold Little Qinwen in her arms and kissed her son's fragrant little face.

The rest of the space her gaze landed on was empty. On the other side of the bed, where the man had slept last night, there was no one. He had already left.

Ning Qing curled her eyelashes and stretched out her fair little finger to tease her son's little hand. "Little Qinwen, why are you so happy today? Is it because Daddy came back to see you last night? But your daddy is a big villain. He said he would stay with us all the time, but had left again. Big liar…"

Little Qinwen didn't understand her, but his two tender hands clapped hard in the air. As if saying - Nice, Mummy has said it so well! What truth!

Ning Qing was amused. She kissed her son who was full of flattery again, got up, and got out of bed.

After a night's rest, her whole body still seemed to be falling apart. On her fair feet, she put on a pair of light yellow slippers and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After she had washed up, she started to clean the dirty clothes.

The man had placed his black shirt in the bamboo basket. She reached out and picked it up, ready to wash it by hand.

Then she noticed an unusual smell on his shirt. She already had a keen sense of smell, and after she started making red wine, she knew a lot about flowers and herbs. She lifted his shirt under her nose and sniffed it vigorously.

Just then, Yue Wanqing pushed the door open. She went forward and held her little grandson. She smiled kindly and said, "Little Qinwen, you're up. Last night, you were happy that Daddy came back to see you, right? Let's go. Grandma's going to take you for a walk."

Yue Wanqing went out with Little Qinwen in her arms. She saw Ning Qing standing in the bathroom and said, "Qingqing, why are you standing there early in the morning? Leave the clothes behind. I'll wash them later. Go downstairs and have breakfast."

Ning Qing turned around and went straight out with her shirt in her hand.

Yue Wanqing realized that she looked pale and asked, "Qingqing, where are you going?"

Ning Qing had already run out. She was running down the stairs, and she didn't even turn her head back as she said, "Mom, I have some business to attend to, you and Dad eat your breakfast; don't wait for me."

Yue Wanqing sighed. This child. She had already become a mother but was still so impetuous.

"Little Qinwen, you can't be like your mom in the future. You have to be like your father, ok?"

…

Zhou Dayuan and Jian Han walked one after another. The man was tall and clean, and his expression was not any different. Jian Han was carrying a bag in her hand. She was no longer wearing yesterday's clothes. He had bought a new skirt for her.

Zhou Dayuan, with his keys in his hands, went to the silver-gray Porsche. He opened the door of the passenger's seat, propped one hand on the door while placing another hand into his trousers pocket as he looked back at the slow woman.

Jian Han hung her head and dared not look at his eyes. Both of them were tired last night. She was in great pain, so he carried her to the shower. She woke up in his arms in the morning.

Women and men were different. Men enjoyed the process, but women paid more attention to the process. He had hugged her as they slept all night.

She went to the car and sat in the passenger's seat.

Zhou Dayuan closed the door.

He went around the car, came to the driver's side, opened the door, and got in.

When the car started, he put his hands on the steering wheel without looking sideways and said. "Fasten your seatbelt."

"Huh?" Jian Han was absent-minded and instinctively responded.

Zhou Dayuan leaned over directly, reached out, pulled her seat belt down for her, then fastened it.

The two of them were very close. Jian Han was stiff as she accepted his overwhelming, cool scent that was pressing down on her. Her seat belt was fastened, but he did not leave. She looked up and their eyes collided.

Zhou Dayuan looked at the dazed and panicked look in her eyes and grinned as he asked. "Are you regretting it?"

He wondered if other women were like her, after waking up, would look pale and be in a daze. Except for her, he hadn't been with any other woman. He couldn't guess what she was thinking. The only explanation he could think of was — She had regretted it.

Otherwise, why was she so resisting him and so scared?

Jian Han didn't know how to answer him at that moment. Her head was muddled, and she could only look down.

Zhou Dayuan gave an unidentified chuckle, let go of her seat belt, and stepped on the accelerator.

The quiet atmosphere in the car turned depressing and heavy. Jian Han looked at him through her peripheral vision. He had changed into a white shirt, and the clean white sleeves wrapped around his wrist. It gave off the clean and refreshing aura like when he was wearing a white doctor's coat. It was especially charming.

He didn't drive very fast. The Porsche was driving smoothly along the road. He did everything like that. He was calm and composed.

Jian Han's face was burning a little. When he woke up this morning, he had looked at her and asked if she was tired. She thought he cared about her body, but he pressed down on her…

She could understand the two times last night, he couldn't control himself because of the drugs, but this morning…

She didn't look at him head on. Her little face turned sideways. His breathing, with his fresh scent, would become hectic when he kissed her. She had never dreamed that he would have such a side to him.

Jian Han chased the images out of her mind. She looked out of the window. A drugstore appeared in her view.

"Stop the car," she opened her mouth and said in a hurry.

Zhou Dayuan looked at her rearview mirror in the distance. He saw a drugstore.

He switched on the signaling lights and pulled over.

"What do you want to buy?" he asked.

Jian Han suddenly felt embarrassed. She could've bought whatever she wanted after he had left, why did she have to buy it in front of him?

It was just because she was just thinking about it, and it had appeared in front of her.

"I'm just going to get some random things. Wait a minute." Jian Han panicked and went out of the car.

…

Jian Han walked into the drugstore and the shop assistant enthusiastically asked, "Miss, what do you want to buy?"

Jian Han looked down the glass cabinet and whispered, "Plan B."

"Alright, Miss, just a moment." The shop assistant opened the glass cabinet and reached for the medicine. "Miss, this kind of medicine hurts the body, so it's best to avoid it if possible. You look like you are already married. You should give birth to the child if you're married and pregnant. Think about how lovely and innocent a little life is. A woman's life is perfect when she becomes a mother."

Jian Han took the medicine. She looked down and took the money from her bag. The shop assistant continued, "Miss, you should have a baby earlier on in life. When you're over 30, you'll have a high-risk pregnancy. You should have a baby now while you can. How happy it is to have a baby with your loved one."

Jian Han's little hand that was holding the money jerked, and she looked up at the box of medicine.

…

Jian Han took her bag out of the drugstore and looked at the man in the car from afar.

The window slid down halfway. Zhou Dayuan leaned lazily in his seat. His left arm was on the frame, and he was holding a cigarette between his fingers.

Far away, she could see his graceful figure and his tightly knitted eyebrows.

She didn't know when he had become addicted to cigarettes, but she had seen him smoke frequently since they had reunited.

Jian Han walked to the car, reached for the door, and sat in.

When she sat in, Zhou Dayuan snuffed out his cigarette. The man's gentlemanly demeanor was ingrained in his bones and would not be affected by his mood.

"Done?" he asked.

"Yes." Jian Han nodded.

He wound up the window, blocking out the noise outside. He looked sideways at her and asked, "Jian Han, have you considered our future?"

Future?

She looked at him dully.

Looking at her expression, she hadn't thought about it.

They had just slept together; what future could they have?

"Then start thinking about it now and break up with Tang Fan. If you want to take things slow, we can start dating," the man said concisely.

Jian Han was instantly shocked. She could not digest his words for a moment.

Wait a minute. Wasn't that just to save him? Why was he talking about dating?

What was taking things slow? If it was fast, what would he do?

Zhou Dayuan looked at the stunned little woman with a soft happiness in his clear eyes. "Jian Han, break up with Tang Fan. No matter if you are willing or not, you'll still have to break up with him. I believe Tang Fan will not want a woman who has given her first time to her ex-boyfriend."

What does he mean?

"Why are you looking at me like that? Yes, the woman who slept with me, I'm not going to let go of her hand for the rest of her life. Even if her heart is cold, I will hold it in my hands and warm it up."